After the family had lunch, adults and children gathered in the garden, turning over the soil and pulling the grass, which was very lively.

Ximin was tired of playing with earthworms, so he squatted down and asked his grandfather (Nishino's adoptive father): "Grandpa, why...... Why don't you cut off all these thorns (roses, moons, etc.)? ”

"Silly boy, it's a rose. Grandma won't let you cut it? Grandpa stroked his mushroom head with his rough palm.

"I've ...... so many times When I picked flowers in the flower bed, I was pricked in the hand by these thorns and bled out. Simin took his scythe, took the other side, and swung his knife to cut the thorny rose branches.

"Brother, don't cut it. Or Mom ...... at night It's going to make you stand in the corner. WestJet warned Westminster.

"Sister, you tell your mother, I want to eat the carrots and cabbage grown by my grandfather." Simin put down the sickle, he was most afraid of laughing and letting him stand in the corner of the wall to practice the "military posture".

As soon as Simin made a mistake, his mother neither yelled nor hit him, glared, but just let him lean against the corner of the wall with his head and buttocks against the wall, and put a pot of thorny cacti in front of him. If you bend down, you will run into those thorns, and it will hurt your heart. One station is more than half an hour, and every time I finish standing, my calf muscles are about to cramp.

The young lady saw that Siminster was pitiful and wanted to move away from the cactus once, and when she saw it with a smile, she asked WestJet to stand in a "military posture" and accompany her younger brother. So since then, WestJet has been watching silently, not daring to touch the cactus.

"Brother, you take a look at the ants moving first, and I'll ask my mother." WestJet left Westminster and went to Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao and Nishino were constantly turning over the soil, sweating profusely, their hair was sticking to their faces, and when they saw their daughter coming, their eyes blinked, and she knew that this little guy had something to say.

"Jie'er, why don't you play with your brother?"

"Mom, brother, take ...... Holding a knife and thinking ...... I want to chop the roses over there. "WestJet is a bit of a stutter.

"What? Westminster wants to chop roses, which is not going to work. Your grandma and dad are very fond of roses, so take me over and see them. Xiaoxiao put down the hoe in her hand, "Husband, I'll come when I go." ”

"Hmm." Nishino answered, and buried himself in the soil again.

"Dad, my brother is watching the ants move right now." WestJet added.

"Baby." Nishino smiled slightly, "Roses are your mother's favorite, hehe." ”

"Husband, are you talking nonsense......" Xiaoxiao took WestJet's little hand and walked towards Westminster.

Xiaoxiao took WestJet to the flowerbed where the roses were planted, only to see Westminster lying on the ground, looking at the ants intently! He had long forgotten about cutting roses, and threw his scythe aside.

A long row of small ants twisted and turned, carrying a large dead locust to a corner of the flower bed. Soon it was time to reach the door, and Simin held out two fingers and moved the locust to the place where the ants had set off.

The little ants had no choice but to turn around, touch each other's tentacles, pull the huge locusts again, and walk in the direction of the door. Simin looked at it, saliva dripping on the ground, and he didn't know.

Xiaoxiao watched his son's actions, didn't say a word, secretly stood behind him, picked up the sickle on the ground, and hid it behind him.

The little ants finally transported the locusts to the door of their homes, and seeing that they were about to be done, Westminster took the locusts away again, and the little ants were in a hurry on the ground, and they did not know what to do.

The sky was overcast, and suddenly the wind rose. There were more and more small ants, and they quickened their pace with the locusts, and in a short time they reached the edge of the anthill.

Simin wanted to reach out to lift the locust's wings, but WestJet immediately stopped him: "Brother, it's going to rain, you can release the little ants, they are very hard." ”

Ximin, who was still unsatisfied, gave up, stood up, patted the dust on his body, rubbed his knees, and when he turned around, he saw his mother standing behind him silently, as if he was smiling, he wiped the sweat on his face: "Mom, I ......"

"I saw it all, you're playing with little ants. Didn't cut roses. Xiaoxiao gently patted Simin's little head, "It's not easy for little ants to find food, just like Dad, it's very hard to make money." ”

Simin nodded as if he didn't understand: "The little ants are very united, they have delicious food to share together, they are a family that loves each other." ”

"Isn't it? Although the ants are small, they are the most powerful powerhouses on the planet, and they can lift up to 75 times the weight of their bodies. Laughing and laughing, he lost no time in popularizing science for the children.

"Mom, is Dad a Hercules?" WestJet asked.

"Your dad can't even lift his mother, Zhu Bajie is the same, not a strong man."

"Mom, that's because you're fat, so Dad can't lift you. But I look at Dad's round arms, and it's absolutely no problem to hug you. Westminin smiled.

"Stinky boy, when have you ever seen Dad hugging Mommy?"

"When you were sick, my sister and I saw it, and we were quite affectionate," ...... Simin laughed "Geege".

"People are small and ghosts are big." A smile poked at Westminin's head. Suddenly, a strong wind blew the leaves of the trees on the ground into the air, and a heavy rain poured.

"It's raining, hurry back to the house." Xiaoxiao took a child in one hand and ran under the eaves to hide from the rain.

In the rain, Nishino's father and mother were still working there in raincoats. Hey, the old people in the countryside are like this, in order to make a living, rain or shine, the land is their lifeblood. The rain became heavier and heavier, until they could not see the ground clearly, and the two old men returned to the eaves and sat down.

"Dad, you guys are really, and the rain won't stop after such a heavy rain." Nishino handed his father a cigarette, and at the same time gave Jiuxiong one, "Westminster, WestJet, go into the house, Dad is going to smoke." ”

"Hmm." The two children nodded knowingly and went into the house. They have known since they were young that second-hand smoke is harmful, of course, this is what Xiaoxiao told them, every time they see Nishino smoking, they take the initiative to walk away.

"Son, your mother and I have been used to coming in the wind and going in the rain for so many years." The father took a deep puff of paper cigarette, "Your yard is so big, and there is a lot of empty land, it's a pity." If spring is going to start in the next year, I will open a few pieces of soil, plant some corn, peanuts, beans, and plant a few camellia trees by the way? ”

"Dad, are you addicted to oil tea?"

"Hmm. After drinking oil tea for decades, I can't quit. ”

"If you want to drink oil tea, I'll let Xiaoxiao go to the supermarket to buy you some tea ingredients. Did you bring tea from home? ”

"I brought it, even the bowl and the tea spill. Your mother has a habit of drinking morning tea, so you can't bring it with you. Father grinned.

"I'm really convinced. Have you drunk oil tea in the past few days? ”

"No......," my father began to yawn, "my tea addiction is coming...... Your mother was afraid of smiling and not letting you make oil tea, and she said that she would go back to Montenegro in a few days. ”

"Hey, Xiaoxiao is not so stingy, she heard that there is oil tea to drink, but she is very happy. But in the morning we are very busy, so we don't have time to drink oil tea with you. ”

"It's okay, then I'll fight again when I'm free. One meal a day is enough. ”

Xiaoxiao has been to the Black Mountain area, and he is not exclusive to Camellia oleifera. She also told Xiye that there was an opportunity to open the first camellia shop in Nanyue and promote the Miao family's camellia, and whether or not to make money was secondary. It's just that I'm too busy with work, so I haven't put it off and haven't put it into action.

Although the conversation between Nishino and his father was very quiet, the laughter not far away was heard intermittently, and he thought: "Isn't it raining now, since my parents want to drink oil tea, why not let them make it themselves, I will also learn to make oil tea, and I can show my hand in front of the guests in the future." ”

Xiaoxiao leaned into her mother's ear and muttered a few words, and her mother smiled and nodded slightly: "Okay, I won't grow vegetables this afternoon." Old woman, I'll make you oil tea. ”

As soon as my father heard that he was going to make oil tea, he jumped up: "Yes, I don't grow vegetables anymore." Go into the house and rest. ”

Several people drove into the house with smiles on their faces, but Nishino did not move. He does not drink camellia, although in the Montenegrin region camellia is hospitality. Because Nishino's stomach is not very good, he will be in terrible pain when he drinks oil tea, and after drinking oil tea, he has no appetite and can't eat rice.

Now that my parents have brought all the oil tea to Yangcheng, they can't be forced by decades of dietary rules. Drink as much as you want, and be happy.

The rain is still dripping, and the chrysanthemums in the flower beds are swaying and the petals are all over the ground. Chrysanthemums are remnant, and the ground is full of wounds.

Nishino sat alone on the steps, and he couldn't help but think of a poem:

When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom.

The fragrance of the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor.

This poem was written by a fallen Xiucai, who later raised troops to rebel and entered Chang'an, known as the "Huangchao Uprising" in history. It's just that this show didn't grasp the fighter well, and the success was successful, as the so-called "success is also a chrysanthemum, and defeat is also a chrysanthemum".

Yes, there is no 100-day red flower. I have left Huashun Group for more than a year, and I don't know what happened to the "four beasts"? Xiaoxiao has supported it for more than a year, and it's really not simple!

"I am a scholar, and Huang Chao is also a scholar, and I have a similar love for chrysanthemums. Why not write a little poem? Nishino casually chanted "Ju Meng"-

The autumn rain was hazy

The chrysanthemums in front of the hall are swaying

It's like golden armor coming to your face

The sound of horses' hooves gradually intensified

Chang'an City was in chaos

Dignitaries and nobles on weekdays

Suddenly lost the spirit of wealth

A lonely city

Chrysanthemums are fragrant

The city is broken

Rivers of blood

Skulls are all over the ground

No one has the heart to appreciate chrysanthemums

It's a blessing to be alive

The flag of Daqi is flying

White terror pervades

Three months later

Government forces fought back

The leader of the Wing Daisy

Flee in a hurry

After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers are killed

One-hit wonder

Halfway through

A drunken old farmer

Holding a wine gourd in hand

stopped Xiucai who led the troops

Stay and live

With me under the east fence

Pick a few chrysanthemums

Can

Xiucai smiled bitterly

Morningside is absurd

Return with the moon and hoe

See you leisurely in Nanshan

The world is lost

What's the use

Nai rode away from the dust

"The city is full of golden armor, and it is very prosperous for a while, but in the end it ends up being a self-slaughtering Taishan, which really shouldn't be." Nishino muttered to himself.