"Grandma, this is a cold cucumber, it's delicious."

When the dishes were served, Zhao Ju picked her favorite cucumber and put it in her grandmother's bowl.

Grandma Zhao smiled, the wrinkles on her face deepened, and Grandma took the cucumber given by Zhao Ju and put it in her mouth and said happily, "Grandma, come and taste it." My granddaughter is so good. ”

Grandma Zhao chewed on the cucumber and said, "It's really delicious, it's quite refreshing." Ju'er also eats. ”

Zhao Lan smiled and listened to the affectionate words of her grandparents and grandchildren, thinking in her heart: Zhao Ju is really a likable child.

Zhao Lan ate freshly baked sour cowpeas with relish. It's sour, and the mouth is full of saliva, and it seems that it's so sour that it can't help but flow out. It's so sour!

"Grandma, you eat this, my sister just made it. I'll taste it too. ”

Zhao Ju gave a chopstick of capers to her grandmother, and stuffed it into her mouth.

I saw that Zhao Ju's big round eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, her face wrinkled into eighteen folds of buns, and her mouth seemed to be sucking the saliva that was about to flow out: "Sister, what are you doing!" It's so sour, and there's minced ginger. ”

Zhao Ju, the girl, squinted and yelled at Zhao Lan.

Zhao Lan looked at Zhao Ju, whose face was an emoji, and replied happily: "This is the pickle you don't like to eat, the one that my sister just pickled two days ago, who told you to eat it." ”

Zhao Ju thought back to the long beans pickled by Zhao Lan and said in disbelief: "Just that long beans, you put them in the jar to pickle a few days ago?" ”

Zhao Lanzhi nodded without a smile.

"Isn't that salty? How can it be so sour? ”

The smile on Zhao Lan's face still did not fade: "Who told you about salty pull!" It's sour. ”

Zhao Ju pointed to the capers on the plate with chopsticks and said, "This is too sour, it's more sour than vinegar." Grandma, you said yes, right? ”

Grandma finished eating with two more chopsticks, and said slowly: "I'm quite delicious when I eat." It's a hot day, and there is always no taste in the mouth, this bean is sour and quite appetizing. Lan'er is vinegar? ”

Zhao Ju grabbed another chopstick in disbelief and asked suspiciously, "Is it delicious?" ”

Zhao Lan replied to her grandmother's words: "There is no vinegar, and the pickling is sour." ”

This time Grandma Zhao was surprised: "Didn't put vinegar?" ”

Grandma Zhao took another bite and said, "It really doesn't taste like vinegar." Well, yes, yes, give me a bowl of beans after eating, and I'll take it back to take it back. ”

A bowl?

Hey, where is the bowl? That's all that's left on the table, and if you keep holding a few more chopsticks, there's nothing left.

Zhao Lan was stunned in embarrassment, biting her lip and thinking about what to say.

"What's that?" Zhao Shen glanced at Zhao Lan, who was staying there and didn't speak, and grabbed a chopstick sour bean as he asked.

This bean is really appetizing, the sun is big today, and the weather is uncomfortably hot, so it's just right to eat this. Zhao Shen thought to himself.

Zhao Lan said embarrassedly: "Grandma, there are only these on the plate of capers, why don't I put the ones on the plate for you?" ”

Grandma Zhao was very unimpressed, lowered her head and teased Zhao Qiu, and said, "Forget about these, aren't you pickled?" Take out a handful and I'll go back and fry it myself. ”

Zhao Lan was even more embarrassed when she heard this, and discussed Grandma Zhao in a low voice: "Grandma, I don't pickle much, only this one, and I don't pull it in the jar!" Otherwise, I'll marinate it again in the afternoon, and I'll send it to you in a week. ”

"Not in the tank?" Grandma raised her head to look at her granddaughter, whose face was slightly red, and said comfortingly, "It's okay, grandma will wait for you to marinate it next time before eating." Lan'er can even pickle vegetables, what will you do Ju'er! ”

Zhao Ju thought for a while and said, "Grandma, I will eat." ”

Hahaha! A room full of people burst into laughter!

Zhao Qiu also followed: "Eat, will eat." With that, he dug out a spoonful of stewed eggs with his little wooden spoon and stuffed them into his little mouth. The mouth is full, like the suddenly larger puffer fish in the game "Big Fish Eat Small Fish".

The adults laughed even harder, and Zhao Qiu giggled with the adults without knowing anything.

When Grandma left, Zhao Lan still put the remaining capers in a bowl and gave them to Grandma Zhao to take away.

In the afternoon, she hid from the sun until about three o'clock, and Zhao Lan was able to come out. I picked the beans in the backyard, washed them, dried them, and put them directly into the last braised soup, and then added a little salt, compacted and sealed, this time it should be more delicious, and the old braised is more flavorful.

When Zhao Ju talked about swinging in the morning, the expectant eyes were still lingering in Zhao Lan's mind. Zhao Lan decided to set a place to build a swing first. Zhao Ju has a swing, if only there was a hammock, how comfortable it would be to lie on it and sway! However, it seems that lying on it is not elegant, so the idea is kept for the time being, and a swing is made first.

decided, Zhao Lan went to the field behind the house and walked around. There are indeed more trees, but it is not easy to find two wooden pillars next to each other, thick enough to make swings, and finally found two trees that meet Zhao Lan's requirements, Zhao Lan braided a rope and made a mark on the tree, so as not to accidentally cut down these two trees.

In addition to the two trees, Zhao Lan walked around the field and found that the low-lying was because of the water washed down from the mountain, a small tributary flow through here, and the front was the high foundation of the households, and when the rain was abundant, the water could not be drained in time, so the beach was formed.

Zhao Lan has paid attention to the fields here, because there is a river flowing through the village, and the fields in the village are not short of water, that is, the fields are far away from the river, and they need to carry water for irrigation from time to time. There are no canals in the fields, so it's no wonder that every household is busy. If there is a shortage of water in the field, you have to water it! In a dry year, a reduction in production is a certainty.

The land behind the house that Zhao Lan bought is not close to the river, and it will be really tiring if you rely on carrying water. Zhao Lan decided to dig a pond to store water. Don't dig at the lowest, Zhao Lan thought about digging at the backing mountain, where the terrain is quite high. If you dig a canal later, and the water flows from the high cistern to the lower canal, you don't have to carry water, which will save a lot of trouble. Zhao Lan measured a rectangular piece of land with her feet, and inserted wooden sticks at intervals on all sides as a sign to facilitate later excavation.

Zhao Lan discussed with Zhao Shen to dig a reservoir here to store water. I thought that Zhao Shen would disagree, but I didn't think that Zhao Shen would respond in one bite. Zhao Shen agreed so quickly, because there was some very remote land in the village, and some people dug a pit at the top of the field to store water. Since Zhao Shen agreed, things would be easy to do.

Zhao Lan came back and started planning.

I took out the paper, this time I didn't use a brush, I used the carbon formed by the unburned stick, and then I found a useless cloth to wrap it up and make a charcoal pen. Charcoal pens are better than brushes, although not as good as pencils, but fortunately, it is more convenient to use them to draw simple plans on paper.

Zhao Shen on the side looked at Zhao Lan with paper, and he had an expression that he wanted to say but couldn't bear to say. Zhao Lan could only pretend that she didn't see it.

More is better than less, and less is less scolded.

Zhao Ju felt quite magical, her big round eyes were like the big-eyed goldfish, looking at Zhao Lan writing and drawing. The wooden stick was burned into charcoal, and my sister actually used it to draw and write, and the writing was quite beautiful.

Zhao Ju was itchy to see it, and simply asked: "Sister, can you write?" Show it to me! ”

Zhao Lan looked at Zhao Ju, who was very curious. Stopped, handed the pen to the curious baby Zhao Ju.

Zhao Ju picked up the charcoal pen handed over by Zhao Lan. Turning left and right, looking at it again, and then learning the way Zhao Lan was writing just now and drew a circle on the paper.

Hey, you can really draw things!

Zhao Lan saw Zhao Ju grabbing charcoal indiscriminately, her eyes exploring the world, Zhao Lan actually had the urge to be a teacher.

Zhao Lan took the pen and wrote 1, 2..3, 4, 5 in the corner of the paper......

Zhao Lan explained to Zhao Ju while writing: "You see, the pen should be held like this, which is different from the posture of the brush. This charcoal pen is very good for writing, you see it's 1, 2, 3 ......"

Zhao Lan wrote from 1 to 10, handed the pen to Zhao Ju and said, "It's easy for you to write and write." ”

Zhao Ju was quite bold, and after listening to Zhao Lan's words, he didn't hesitate, grabbed the pen, and wrote like Zhao Lan: "This is 1? 2？ 3？ Sister, what are these words! How come I haven't seen my brother write. ”

It's over, you should write Chinese one, two, three, four. No, it should be the one that is difficult to write.

Whatever! Can't be annoyed! I practice and play at home, how can anyone know.

Zhao Ju wrote seriously, but the paper was relatively thin, and Zhao Ju punctured the paper with a little force. Beginners don't have a good grasp of the power of the pen, so there are always people who break the paper or the lead with too much force.

Zhao Ju looked at the broken paper, looked at Zhao Lan embarrassedly, and didn't dare to write again.

Seeing this, Zhao Lan encouraged: "You just learned, and the person who just learned to write is like you who broke the paper, do you think about it when my brother writes?" If you write with less effort, you won't break the paper. ”

"It seems so. Sister, when did you learn to write? How can you not break the paper? Zhao Ju asked Zhao Lan excitedly.

Zhao Ju drew a 5, crooked like a fishhook. However, the writing is not bad, the words are not wrong, and the paper is not broken.

Zhao Lan was able to answer these questions without blushing and without panic.

"Sister learned it when you went out to play every day. Your sister and I embroider every day, and I can still write a word and break the paper. Or if you also learn embroidery at home every day, you will definitely not break the paper again? ”

Hearing that she was asked to learn embroidery, Zhao Ju hurriedly shook her head and resisted loudly: "I don't want to learn embroidery, if I am not careful, I will poke my hand, and it hurts so much." I learned to write, I wrote well, but it was the paper that broke it, and it hurt that the paper was not me. ”

Zhao Lan laughed when she heard this, Zhao Ju, this little girl is so funny, she is also very smart, and her head turns quickly.

Zhao Shen, who was working on the side, listened to the sister's half-section words, and originally looked at the two girls using paper, and felt sorry that the paper was wasted by the little girl, but he didn't expect to be amused by Zhao Ju's words.

Zhao Qiu looked at his mother and sister and laughed at Zhao Ju cutely, and he also ran over to draw on paper.

Zhao Ju couldn't stand Zhao Qiu's toss and gave the pen to Zhao Qiu. Zhao Qiu's little hands were dirty after a while. The face is also black and white, like a little flower cat.

Zhao Ju learned to write, Zhao Qiu scribbled, and Zhao Lan looked at the two of them while drawing two strokes on the paper from time to time.

The three sisters had a lot of fun!

Zhao Shen suddenly felt that such a day was so good!