Seeing that the little girl couldn't scoop up the corn balls, Hong Yan stretched out his hand and retracted it. He watched with interest as his little sister persevered in scooping around. When the little sister finally ate the corn balls in the small spoon, Hong Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He clearly saw the joy of success in the bright eyes of the little sister.

The second son and the junior ran their arms around on the bench, refusing to let each other go. He was a little loud and said, "Second son, the third child eats well, don't squeeze!" The two little ones reined in the little meeting, reverted to their old ways, and then intensified, eating and humming in their mouths. Hong Yan had no choice but to pick up the rice bowl and put it on the bench of his grandfather. Before I could turn around, I heard the sound of something falling to the ground behind me. I saw that Xiao San's rice bowl fell to the ground, and the porcelain bowl was broken.

Hong Jianguo saw it from afar and roared: "Second son, you don't eat well, how can you squeeze it!" ”

The little girl cried, and then the little girl also cried. The second son, who was still fluting, Hong Jianguo had already come over, lifted him and slapped him on the buttocks, and said fiercely: "Tell you to squeeze, tell you to bully your younger brother." The second son also began to cry when he was beaten.

Hong Yan shook his head. He was waiting to go over and hug the little girl, and his mother heard the crying and came out of the kitchen, and quickly pulled the two youngest aside and whispered: "Mi'er, be good, don't cry, mother will take you to eat later!" ”

The matter was not over, Hong Yan suddenly saw a long bamboo pole slowly walking towards his father. Following the direction of the bamboo pole, it turned out to be the ancestor. She scolded in her mouth: "Lei doesn't beat people, you are an old man who beats his son, you have the ability!" I told you to fight! The father didn't move, and let the ancestor's bamboo pole hit him. Where can the ancestor's bamboo pole beat people, it is purely a lesson.

"Zuzu, put down the bamboo pole quickly, don't flash to your waist!" Hong Yan was startled, and hurriedly ran to the ancestor to beg.

"It's still my great-grandson, okay, I won't fight that one who doesn't make it!" Old Ancestor said fiercely in his shriveled mouth. At the end, he pointed to his father Hong Jianguo: "Put the bamboo pole away for me, next time you dare to fight, see if I can kill you!" ”

Poor Hong Jianguo was beaten and humiliated in front of his son, younger brother, and younger sister, and finally had to clean up the mess himself.

At this time, the eldest aunt had already pulled the second son aside to coax her, and the sister-in-law also picked up the rice that the junior had spilled and sent it to the kitchen. Hong Yan couldn't help but think of the prime minister's sentence "One is a bit less, two is just right, and three is more". In the 70s, there weren't three or four kids. According to the mother's memories later, she originally only wanted three children, preferably a little girl, but she knew that the third child was twins. How old do children know anything, and they can do as much as they want. In this era, there were no kindergartens in the countryside, and it was good to raise children without accidents, big with small or extensive.

It is much smoother for the little ones to eat separately. Hong Yan didn't eat it again when he was full, and the corn poop was really digested.

After lunch, the second son, the third child, and the little girl were sleepy, and climbed into bed without washing their feet. After Hong Yan checked whether there were any mosquitoes in the mosquito net, he sat quietly on the back threshold, listening to his parents' instructions to "don't go out, look at his younger brothers and sisters" and the back of their work disappeared at the end of the ridge.

He couldn't help but think about how to solve the situation in front of him. In the morning, I also saw the rice at home, less than 100 catties, if you really want to eat openly, it is not enough for 6 people to live in a month. And the new rice will not be harvested until at least a month later. What can you do with your little arms and legs? Digging wild vegetables? In this era, the turf has to be shoveled down and accumulated fertilizer, where to find it?

Now everything belongs to the production team, and there is only a small plot of land with an estimated area. In my memory, I planted corn or sweet potatoes, and planted more than a dozen pumpkins up and down the slope. Therefore, it is impossible to make a big difference by hitting the idea in the reserved land.

Pumpkin corn porridge can be eaten by adult parents, and there is no big problem in eating it for a long time. Actually, pumpkin corn has a seasonality, and it is impossible to eat it for a longer period of time. However, for small children, it is a problem. At noon, the second son and the third child pushed back and forth, in fact, because the lunch was not attractive enough. Therefore, it is necessary to solve not only the problem of eating, but also the problem of dietary diversity.

Hong Yan has a headache! The legs are very itchy, and I see that I am crawling with small cuttlefish, and my little belly is bulging and shiny. The slap was slapped, and the calf was immediately covered with blood. He went back into the house and found a worn-out fan and shook it from time to time.

Hong Yan habitually raised his hand to look at the time, and there was something on his little wrist, so he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. Looking at the sky and the waiting time, he called out to the three children. After the second son woke up and ran to the toilet to urinate, he sat on the edge of the stairs and woke up sleepy. Xiao San and his sister didn't wake up naturally, and immediately started crying. Hong Yan drooled a lot before coaxing out of bed. However, after getting out of bed, Xiao San's hands scratched around his body, itching uncomfortably. Hong Yan took a closer look, and his back, chest, and abdomen were covered with prickly heat. He also called his second son and his younger sister, and they had more or less on him. Look at yourself and have a lot of it.

There is no fan and no air conditioning, the three brothers have one bed, and the parents take the little sister to sleep in the same bed, can it not be hot when squeezed? Moreover, the nutrition in this era cannot keep up, the hygiene is extremely poor, and it is not normal to have prickly heat. In Hong Yan's memory, I don't know which year there was a big sore on his back, and his father sucked out the pus from his mouth and applied medicine.

Look at the scalp of the three people, there is ash between the hair. Alas, parents cannot be blamed for not caring about the health of their children! As long as the weather permits, they go out early and return late to work to earn their share, and when they get home, they are constantly busy. Just like today, on the way home, I picked up pigweed, when I got home, I went to the river to wash my clothes, and then I came back to grind and make lunch, put down the bowl and went to work. In other words, the work has not been stopped.

Hong Yan's mind flashed with shampoo, and then he shook his head ridiculously. Hong Yan asked the three of them to find a shirt to put on, well, they were more familiar than Hong Yan. Then he greeted the ancestor and took the door out. As soon as he arrived at the edge of the dam, he saw the clothes being dried, so he had to stop, and it took a lot of effort to put the clothes into the house and temporarily stack them on the big bed. I just looked at the almanac on the wall, and today is really the sixth day of the sixth month of June, and the 21st day of July in the solar calendar.

On this day, the "short man and high status" small man made a reinstatement speech: "When you come out to work, you can have two attitudes, one is to be an official, and the other is to do some work. "There are three ups and downs, and the elderly in their seventies naturally want to do some work. Under his leadership, Huaxia has entered a new era!

"Big brother, where are we going?" The second son was very strange, and his brother took the initiative to take them out together.

"Cauldron, looking for mom?" My sister thinks that her mother is the closest.

Xiao San patronized and dragged east and west, and followed the second son without saying anything.

When he arrived at Tianpo, where he had the most bubble grass in his memory, Hong Yan said to Sanxiao: "You guys are waiting for the eldest brother here, and the eldest brother will go to Tianpo to find something." I'll be back in a hurry. The three little heads were pecked like chickens and agreed. As for whether he can hold on until the eldest brother comes back, that's another story.

The rice is blooming and scattering seeds, and there is still half a foot of water in the field, and the mud in the rice field is sparse. As soon as Hong Yan shuttled down the slope of the field, his little feet immediately went deep into the bottom of the mud, well, the root of the thigh. The boxer shorts are wet. Hong Yan trudged hard through the rice fields, pulling out a small round-leaved grass on the slope of the field from time to time and putting it into the cloth bag of his little hands. This kind of grass is called bubble grass, and it is dipped in water and kneaded vigorously, and the foam is rich. When he was a child, he used to pull and rub and play.

In less than twenty meters, the small cloth pocket was full. In front is the Tianbatang (small deep pit) made by the lack of water from the field above, and there are fish and yellow eels in it. Fish? Yellow eel? Isn't this all a good thing to nourish the body? MD, the water is deep, how can you catch it?

Hong Yan dragged the tree roots to climb the slope of the field in the middle, sweat drowning the tiny scars scratched by the rice leaves, and it hurt fiercely. After washing his feet, he hurried to the three small places, and his feet slipped and almost fell downhill. Sure enough, Sanxiao waited impatiently. "Big brother, what did you make, is it delicious?" The second son knows how to eat. The junior and the younger sister are also pestering to ask this and that.

He didn't dare to take it to the river and then back home. Drag out the large wooden basin and scoop out the water. first instructed the second son and the third child to take off their clothes and take a bath, and the little girl also took off and went in, but was stopped by Hong Yan. Finally, the little girl entered the wooden basin, and Hong Yan rubbed her body, and sang in her mouth: "Lula...... I love to take a bath, my skin is ...... good" bubble grass foam is more and has a little fragrance, especially the little girl has washed her head and body, she is very happy, and immediately went to the front room to pull the ancestor to smell: "Zuzu, is it fragrant?" These words were asked more than a dozen times.

In the blink of an eye, the red sun fell in the west. Dusk is coming. Hong Yan found that the uncle seemed to be looking for someone.

"Hong Yan, where did you go in the afternoon, I was looking for you everywhere? Let's go, go to the public house to play! Uncle Jianyuan pulled Hong Yan and was about to run.

"Master, go play! Xiao San and my sister can't go, I want to watch them! Hong Yan replied helplessly.

"Give them to your mother-in-law. Mother-in-law...... Mother-in-law...... Come to the back and take the junior and the younger sister! Hong Jianyuan shouted at the top of his voice.

"Master, don't call Zuzu, I'm a little uncomfortable today, let's play tomorrow!" Hong Yan stopped the uncle from continuing to shout.

Hong Jianyuan looked at Hong Yan suspiciously and asked, "Are you really not going?" I won't take you to play in the future! The latter words seemed to be a threat. He is half a year old and a generation older, and Hong Yan usually has to let him and listen to his command. It's just a child's heart!

"What's there to do with a bunch of little kids!" Hong Yan said impatiently.

"Huh, little brat? You're not just a little kid! Zuzu came over quickly with his little feet and teased when he heard Hong Yan's words.

"Okay, then I'll go, don't cry......" Hong Jianyuan had no choice but to go by himself, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.

The second son heard the conversation between Hong Yan's uncle and nephew, and his eyes showed eager anticipation. Xiao San and Xiao Yatou still didn't understand well, and stood beside Hong Yan ignorantly.

"Play if you want, I'll look at the two of them!" Old Ancestor said as he stood in front of the stairs. Trembling slightly to go down the steps, Hong Yan hurriedly went over to help her, and then said, "No, Zuzu, it's a little uncomfortable." ”

"Still not feeling well? I'll touch it! The old ancestor's skinny hand touched Hong Yan's forehead, and then touched his stomach and lower abdomen, and said: "Guanyin Bodhisattva, the leader of the Three Qing Sect, I want to bless my family Hongyan with health and safety, and I will give you incense during the New Year!" ”

Hong Yan was inexplicably moved. The ancestor is now the protector of the children in the family, and he has done bad things and hid them in her arms, who dares to catch them?

"Go find the fan, there are more and more mosquitoes!" Old Ancestor commanded.

Swarms of mosquitoes fly out from the water's edge, bamboo forests, pigsties, etc., and a few may be sucked in when they run and open their mouths to breathe. However, at this time, there are also more dragonflies, and they catch mosquitoes for food.

Hong Yan found a pu fan, and the second son went to find a bamboo fan, all of which were worn. He went back to the house and struggled to move out a few small stools. beckoned the ancestor to sit down, and the junior sat beside her with her sister and asked her to repel mosquitoes. The small sun dam behind the house is not surrounded by too much bamboo, which is relatively refreshing and more ventilated. So, it's here to cool off at night in the summer.

Two hens are "clucking" next to the pigsty and barking to return to the cage. The sunset reflected the red sky, and the Jianshan Mountain and the Moon Mountain were dyed golden yellow, which was extremely enchanting. The flying stones on the beams of the cave mountain are bathed in the sunset, lonely and desolate. A faint twilight haze had risen in the Qili ditch in the distance.

"Second son, junior, and younger sister, do you think it's beautiful over there?" Hong Yan pointed to the northeast direction, and tried his best to describe the flying stones, the sunset, the twilight, and the smoke in the written language rather than the local dialect. How many children understand? Listened to him blankly. In Hong Yan's mind, if you listen to and see more, you will naturally understand.

Where did you pay attention to such a beautiful scenery in your previous life? He couldn't help but stand up and roar "ah~~~, ah~~~", his voice was immature, but it was full of vicissitudes. Then, more immature children's voices joined in, and Hong Yan looked down at his younger brothers and sisters, and couldn't help laughing, with tears in his eyes.

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