In fact, sleeping until you wake up naturally, counting money until your hands cramp is the greatest pursuit of people in a busy world. Now Mao Yulong has fulfilled the first of all the greatest wishes in this toiling world, sleeping until he wakes up naturally.

The night was very quiet, because he slept early, so he woke up early, Mao Yulong lay on the hard bed, the thin mattress was painful, and then he began to miss Simmons completely, and he didn't complain that the thing would sleep and bend his waist. But it's a pity that in this place, in this era, he can't get it anymore.

This is the common disease of people, what is easy to get, is often all kinds of complaints about this thing, and once you can't get it or have it but have lost it, what you miss is all kinds of good.

Wrapping the quilt tightly around the body with almost no cotton wool, because of the movement, I feel all kinds of air leakage, all kinds of heat loss, and I feel even colder.

The cold in the winter night in the south and the north is absolutely different, and the cold in the north is a kind of comfort because of the temperature regulation of the fire kang. And the cooling of the south is a shiver that goes deep into the bone marrow. Now Mao Yulong really hopes that the sky will light up as soon as possible, so that he can go outside to get warm.

In fact, Mao Yulong also knew that he shouldn't complain, that would make him ashamed, because on the bed in the adjacent room, there was his mother and little sister, and they gave themselves all the bedding, and they were lying on the hard wooden board, with only a bed of broken cotton wool on his body, and patches and patches, although the pulp was clean, but it was as hard as iron.

Originally, I didn't dare to enjoy such treatment, but I was the only man in the family, and I should enjoy this kind of treatment because I was the hope of the family. Thinking about the little sister who snuggled in her mother's arms, trembling in her sleep but very sensible, Mao Yulong wanted to cry.

Staring at the hourglass on the head of the bed, hoping he would tell the time sooner.

Staring at this hourglass is like staring at the alarm clock that used to wake up, but at that time, the wake up no longer has any meaning, but this thing is very important to him. Because he will remind himself that a new day has begun, a new deceit has begun, and a new competition has begun.

And the current hourglass has no function of waking up, let alone the meaning of waking up, it is just a habit, without it, there is no decline in the heart.

When the last grain of sand in the small hourglass fell, Mao Yulong's ears seemed to hear the sound of the sand rolling. Mao Yulong turned over and sat up, habitually stretched his waist, comforted his stiff muscles, and then sat down and sat on 20 push-ups, and there was a trace of delicate sweat on his body.

I wanted to do two more, but my legs hurt and my arms hurt, so I could only shake my head helplessly. In his previous life, in order to keep busy during the day, and also to avoid the medical expenses that could directly make people destitute, Mao Yulong exercised a strong body. And now this small body is only 15 years old, and the southerners are already thin and short, and this family is malnourished because of poverty. If you do 100 push-ups every morning as you used to, this small body will be useless, so let's take it step by step.

I looked at the window, but found that it seemed to be brighter today than before, and in the faint light of the window, I put on my short clothes, and then found shoes on the ground to put them on, and walked out of this simple bedroom and study, and opened the door of the central hall.

As a result, Mao Yulong was stunned, and his feelings were not that the light of day was brightened in advance, but that Hangzhou, which had been in the third year of the Apocalypse, ushered in a snowfall.

The snowfall in the south is not the same as in the north. The snowfall in the north is as big as a seat. And the snow in the south, just like the temperament of the southerners, is weak, like a grain of rice, shivering, and gently paves the streets of the houses without people even knowing it.

But at the beginning, when it fell on the road, it melted into the streets and alleys, and when it was steamed by the warm earth, it turned into a nasty mud, stained with the corners of pedestrians' shoes and robes. It was only after half a day that a pleasing white began to appear.

The small bridge on the river that passes through the city, after a day of snow, has been paved with white, but the water under the bridge is still flowing slowly, there is no summer green or autumn blue, and now the snow on the left and right embankments is set against each other, it is a deep black, swaying the aquatic plants in the river, slowly and silently flowing.

Because of this rare snow, the literati of the entire city of Hangzhou will begin to be inexplicably restless, calling friends and companions, looking for the footprints of the ancient sages, stepping on the snow to find plum blossoms and singing.

Of course, this is what the sons and daughters of the big families should do, because they really have that leisure and leisure.

It's snowing, the yard is quietly white, and even Xiao Huang doesn't know where to hide. Mao Yulong didn't want to have any artistic conception of residual snow in the courtyard, he knew that if he didn't clear the snow now, when the sun came up, it would be muddy all over the yard.

Pick up a broom in the corner of the wall and start clearing the snow, the snow in the south is not thick, although it is still sparsely falling, there is no intention of stopping, but it is not big.

I sweep it slowly and enjoy this leisurely time.

In fact, Mao Yulong and the so-called uncle Mao Wenlong, as well as the heroic father Mao Wenkun, are basically three people in two worlds, and there is no intersection at all. It was in 2001 that the snow came earlier, and an uncoordinated drought and thunder brought the three of them together. and Mao Wenkun, who died in battle, became the nominal father and son, and Mao Wenlong, who is now struggling to support Liaodong on Phi Island, became an uncle and nephew.

Of course, Mao Yulong came to this world, and he intersected with this doomed Daming, as well as some people, and I don't know if it's good or bad.

It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, when he just crossed over, Mao Yulong didn't have the shock and fear of suddenly changing his identity and time and space, and of course he didn't have the ecstasy of being able to be reborn again, and some just accepted it plainly.

If you have to say that there is a little change, that is, it has changed Mao Wenlong's original motivated heart. In fact, self-motivation can also be understood as competitiveness, and the result is that you are tired and forget to enjoy life.

Therefore, Mao Yulong decided that he must change his original temperament, work hard to slow down the pace of his life, slowly adapt to this era, slowly taste the warmth of this rare old lady and little sister, and slowly watch the changes in this situation. And in this slow pace, he gets an experience that he has never had before.

The sound of falling snow is so wonderful, the sound of water flowing in the stream on the side of the street in the distance is so soothing, the chirping of the early birds is so pleasant, and the tired footsteps behind the mother are so reassuring.

"Long'er, getting up so early is not good for your body, you have to change it in the future, it's the time to grow your body, and if you hurt your foundation, it's a lifetime thing."

Mao Yulong stopped, leaned on a broom, put his chin on the back of his hand, and listened to his mother's chatter with a smile.

Wu Yunongyin is so good, coupled with a kind of love, it is nurtured in my ears and in my heart.

Seeing her son like this, the mother smiled helplessly and shook her head, and went to the kitchen to make a fire to cook.

The son was originally an ordinary person, and he used the ancestral five acres of paddy fields in exchange for the opportunity for him to study in a school in the upper clan. Because she is an orphan and a widow, she is always bullied by the children of the same clan, and her husband does not treat her very well. When I came back from school one day, I was either beaten by my classmates and brothers, or my husband beat my palms and swollen them.

It is precisely because of this that he is even more bored with studying, and his academic performance is always lagging behind. But this child is filial, because of his own persistence, so he still studies diligently every day, but after all, his character is dull, and he is always the worst in the school.

However, after being bullied by the children of the clan once, he, who had always been docile and well-behaved, suddenly broke out the stubbornness in his bones and launched a rebellion.

For the children, this rebellion is like a kind of war, of course, the final result is still the weak son, who was beaten to a coma.

I sold the old hen in exchange for two pairs of cheap Chinese medicine to save my son from a coma.

It may also be God's favor that the comatose son has completely changed after waking up. is no longer as dull and stubborn as before, he is easy-going with others, and he is no longer bored with his studies, but he sleeps with books in his arms.

Such a change, the mother does not think that it is a gift from God, but thinks that adversity makes his son strong, in his opinion, this is the son is sensible, and finally understood the famous saying of the ages, everything is inferior, only reading is high. Understanding their own hard work, orphans and widows must study and embark on a career if they want to survive in this ethnic group and get ahead in this society.

In the family studies, every exam is in the upper middle class, and it is still rising, which makes me proud of it. Although there are all kinds of gossip, my mother thinks that it is just the jealousy of those who are compared to her son, and it is not worth mentioning at all.

And what made him even more relieved and ecstatic was that his son made persistent efforts, after several exams, he stumbled and was allowed to participate in the children's exam. Although it is not a step to the sky, it has already made a name for itself, and even the county lord no longer kneels and worships. Then you can get the township test, and if you win the move again, you will step into the officialdom. Although she has no bottom in her heart, who is a mother is unwilling to think about her son for the better.

Today is the time to release the list, hurry up and cook to see the list, if you really win, then your hard days will come to an end.