There is hard firewood in the stove, which was sent by Liu Heiniu early in the morning, and the hard firewood is all wood chopped in the mountains, which is resistant to burning, and it will burn for a while when put into the stove.

While waiting, Mu Qingqiu picked up a walnut and frowned and pondered, this walnut shell is hard, Yang Renchuan used ingenuity when he smashed it, and she was afraid that her little hand would not be able to grasp it well, but in the previous life, people mostly used walnuts to clip walnuts.

If only I could make a walnut clip.

Mu Qingqiu knew the general appearance of the walnut clip, but she didn't look at it carefully, she was thinking, something that even she was not familiar with. The blacksmith shop of this era was afraid that it would not be able to make it, so he had no choice but to drop the walnuts, and when he raised his eyes, he saw his younger brother squatting at the kitchen door with a wooden stick and scribbling on the ground, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

That's right! You can draw it!

Not to mention anything else, her painting skills are very good.

Look at what makes her sad, how simple it is.

When the walnut clip was made, the matter of smashing the walnuts became very simple, and a worrying matter that was pressing on his heart was solved, and Mu Qingqiu's mood instantly brightened.

Add a fire to the stove, pick up a thin firewood stick, go out a few steps, squat in front of my brother, write a few words on the ground one by one, and say while writing: "Mu, Qing, Qiu!" Mu, Qing, Xuan! Look, this is the name of my sister and Hello, Hello Er should remember! ”

Looking at the clear words on the ground, Mu Qingqiu couldn't help but think that this dilapidated house was quite useful, at least on the ground where there was no special processing, it could draw a seal.

Mu Qingxuan had already paid attention to it when her sister picked up the wooden stick and drew on the ground, and when she heard her sister say that it was the name of the two, she happily pointed to the words on the ground: "This is the same, this is the same......" When he saw the third word, his mouth pouted, a little disappointed.

"Hehe, little fool, my sister's name is Mu Qingqiu, and my sister's name is Mu Qingqiu, 'Mu' is a Mu, and 'Qing' is a Qing, so tell me, is my sister's 'Qiu' the same as Xuan'er's?" Mu Qingqiu smiled and pointed to the words on the ground and said.

Mu Qingxuan blinked his eyes, shook his head, and muttered: "It's different, but I want to be the same as my sister." ”

Mu Qingqiu couldn't cry or laugh: "After that, Xuan'er will also call Mu Qingqiu, and Aunt Ming'er Luo will come over and shout 'Qiu'er', Xuan'er said, did my sister agree, or did Xuan'er agree?" “

Mu Qingxuan tilted his head, thinking and thinking, as if something was wrong??!

"Huh!" Mu Qingqiu touched the little guy's head, got up and went into the kitchen, although the hard wood was resistant to burning, it couldn't leave people, and he had to keep an eye on the fire.

Mu Qingxuan squatted at the door of the kitchen, staring at a few words on the ground, thinking about it, and after a while, as if he suddenly understood, he ran into the kitchen, opened his eyes wide, and said with surprise in his eyes: "Sister, sister, you can't call your sister's name, otherwise Aunt Luo can't tell the difference." ”

Mu Qingqiu nodded with a smile and agreed: "Well, that's it, we are so smart, we actually thought of it at once." "The little guy is really smart, only three years old, he can figure it out, and it is easy to distinguish the same name.

"Hee-hee, hee-hee~~" got a boast, Mu Qingxuan ran out with a grin, squatted at the door and stared at a few words, and took a wooden stick to follow the drawing, but it was so difficult, why was the stick in his hand turning around disobedient? looked at the words written by Mu Qingqiu with envy, her eyes were full of envy, my sister drew it so beautifully!

Mu Qingxuan refused to admit defeat and continued to paint, but no matter how he painted, the things he drew were all different, so ugly.

Mu Qingqiu saw that his younger brother was serious like that, his heart moved, and he beckoned to Mu Qingqiu: "Come here, my sister will teach you." "I thought, go to the town to buy some paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and teach my younger brother to read, my younger brother is only three years old, I don't expect him to learn much, I should teach him a little game of writing!

"Eun." When Mu Qingxuan heard this, he happily walked on his little short legs, ran in, and squatted obediently in front of his sister.

Mu Qingqiu took a wooden pier from the firewood pile and gave it to Mu Qingxuan to sit on, this kind of wooden pier like a small stool was given by Liu Heiniu, which was directly cut off from the main pole of the tree, and then a grass target was placed on the incision, which can be used without two processing.

Mu Qingqiu rewrote the names of the two sisters and brothers, and then asked Mu Qingqiu: "You want to learn that word first?" What about Mu Qingxuan's 'Mu'? Or is it Mu Qingxuan's 'Xuan'?

Mu Qingxuan pointed with his little hand: "Learn this, sister." "No hesitation, very decisive.

Seeing the word 'autumn' under Mu Qingxuan's fingertips, Mu Qingqiu's heart slipped through a little bitterness and heartache, if Mu Qingxuan knew that his sister was no longer there, how sad he would be.

"Sister?" Mu Qingxuan tilted his head and approached Mu Qingqiu, the little guy was much bolder than when Mu Qingqiu first saw him.

"Good!" Mu Qingqiu nodded, wrote the word 'autumn' stroke by stroke, and then took his younger brother's little hand and rewrote the word 'autumn' stroke by stroke, Mu Qingqiu, with the help of his sister, finally wrote a slightly similar word.

"It's so bleaching, my sister and Xuan'er painted it together." Mu Qingxuan pointed to the word 'autumn', as if he was afraid that Mu Qingqiu would not see it, his little finger poked at the word, his eyes lit up happily, and his voice became louder.

In just a few days, Mu Qingqiu was very satisfied with Mu Qingqiu's changes.

A boy should have the momentum of a boy, don't look at Mu Qingxuan is only three years old, three years old is the beginning of forging the foundation of life, you can't be careless, if you have a timid temperament since you were a child, how can you live with your sex when you grow up?

In the final analysis, Mu Qingqiu hopes that when his younger brother grows up, he will be a free man who stands up to the sky and the earth, but does not lose his chic.

"Hehe, it's not a painting, it's a writing." As Mu Qingqiu spoke, he drew a five-petaled flower on the ground with a wooden stick, and said to Mu Qingqiu: "This is a painting." ”

"Flowers, bleaching, bright, good!" Mu Qingxuan's eyes are shining, and her sister's hands are like juggling, so magical.

Mu Qingqiu couldn't cry or laugh, so he simply drew a little rabbit again, and said clearly: "Look at it, this is the little rabbit drawn by my sister, is it good?" ”

"En, it's so bleaching, is the rabbit for Xuan'er?" Mu Qingxuan spoke, and reached out to grab it, but there was nothing in the original, but he grabbed it, and said to his empty little hand: "Little rabbit paper, be obedient!" ”

Mu Qingqiu looked at it with a smile, in a trance, it seemed that she saw a little girl holding a rag doll, tying her hair and feeding her, her only childhood memory before the age of six came from the original owner of the body, and the original owner of the body returned to Zhushan Village at the age of two, lost her mother at the age of three, and then lived under the eaves of the Mu family until she was six years old.

This memory must have been seen by the original owner of the body before! I don't know who the little girl flashed in my memory was?

As the saying goes, three years old remembers, after Mu Qingqiu was three years old, he was in the Mu family, and there were very few people he saw, and there was extra cloth to make dolls, which showed that the living conditions were good. I heard that the Mu family lived a life of calling maids, and I thought about the impression in my head that eighty percent of them were the other granddaughters of the Mu family! Her cousin?

Mu Qingqiu pouted, heh, who is in love, the death of the original owner of the body is inseparable from the Mu family, she doesn't want to have anything to do with the Mu family at all.

Forget about it, look at the time, stop adding fire, the sweet potatoes in the pot are almost ripe, I really want to eat them! I wonder if it will smell like chestnuts?

In his previous life, Mu Qingqiu had been to many places and eaten a lot of delicacies, sweet potatoes, the taste of the south and the north is different, the sweet potato core in the south is soft and sweet, and the sweet potato in the north has low moisture, mostly dry core, and it tastes a bit like a hairy chestnut.

The climate of Wolong County, where Zhushan Village is located, should be similar to that of northern China in the previous life, so it is very likely that sweet potatoes are dry cores.

After a while, estimating that the time was about the same, Mu Qingqiu lifted the lid of the pot, first took a chopstick and tried it, and the chopsticks were already steamed.

Only then did he put the lid of the pot on the back stove hill and picked out two sweet potatoes.

"Son, wash your hands, come over and eat something good." Mu Qingqiu didn't notice that when she lifted the lid of the pot, Mu Qingqiu's eyes were already wide open, and she looked up with her little head up.

Mu Qingqiu turned around and saw his brother's little touch, and pulled his younger brother to wash his hands funny, love cleanliness must start from the doll!

Wash Mu Qingxuan's pair of little paws clean, then put the bowl containing sweet potatoes on the small table for him, and broke a sweet potato with his hand, and the hot feeling instantly drilled into it along the tips of his fingers, so hot, quickly put it down, his fingers subconsciously pinched his ears, and he slowed down and told Mu Qingxuan: "It's a little hot, wait for it to cool down before eating." ”

After finishing Mu Qingqiu, he took a rattan basket again, put a folded handkerchief on his hand, picked out all the sweet potatoes in the pot, and then added water to the pot to scrub and clean, and then added half a bowl of clean water to the pot. The sweet potatoes picked into the rattan basket were placed by her on the kitchen windowsill, and the windows were ventilated and cooled.

After doing this, he looked back, Mu Qingxuan stared at the sweet potatoes in the bowl with big eyes, and stretched out his little finger to poke and poke from time to time, his eyes full of surprise.

Mu Qingqiu was about to be cutely transformed by the cute appearance of the little guy.

After a few steps, he took out the half-pulled sweet potato that he had broken, broke it and tasted it a little, it was sweet in the mouth, it was not a dry core, but it was more delicious than the soft core sweet potato in the south in his previous life, Mu Qingqiu was very happy.

Seeing Mu Qingxuan looking at her with blank eyes, her saliva was about to come down, so she broke off a little bit of flavor and gave it to her younger brother funny, and it was no longer hot to eat in small pieces.

Mu Qingxuan, who had eaten the sweet potato, smiled crookedly, jumped up happily, and shouted in his mouth: "It's delicious, my sister still wants to eat, I want to eat!" "Three-year-old children are the age when they like to eat sweets, but Mu Qingxuan has been sent under the fence since birth, not to mention eating sweets, it is good to have a full mouth.

Now not only do I eat sweet and delicious, but my sister makes it for Xuan'er, and Xuan'er is so happy!

"Eat more if it's delicious." Now in the middle of the afternoon, when I finish eating, I will take all the sweet potatoes to the river to wash them later, and by the way, I will eliminate bloating, and when I come back after washing, the steamed sweet potatoes are almost cold, just peel and make sweet potato cakes.

As he spoke, Mu Qingqiu peeled off the sweet potato in his hand, put it whole into a clean bowl, took out a small wooden spoon for Mu Qingqiu, and gave it to Mu Qingqiu, letting him scoop and eat, and he didn't have to worry about burning his mouth.