Chapter Twenty-Seven: It's Going to Rain
After Lin Shitong took Lin Shixiu's family away, Lin Fusheng helped the old lady Wang and his mother Yang to do some farm work, after all, there was still a lot of follow-up work to be done when the wheat was harvested. www.biquge.info The most important thing is to dry the wheat and let the water evaporate, so that it is not easy to mold and spoil.
Fortunately, these days, the sky is beautiful, the sun is still very sufficient, and the wheat is quickly dry. Therefore, in one morning, the three of them, old and young, were busy collecting wheat.
By noon, it was almost done. Mother Yang and grandmother Wang entered the kitchen and began to prepare lunch. Lin Fusheng was also on the side, helping to beat the hands and wash the vegetables.
It's been a busy morning.
"Shiwen, you come!"
Throughout the morning, the old man Lin only went out of the house to ask the old lady Wang for a needle, and then locked up in the house and disappeared all morning.
Lin Fusheng only occasionally looked through the window and saw him holding a rag and didn't know what he was busy with.
Seeing him holding rags, he was also teased by Wang, that is, he took a pen for a lifetime, but when he was old, he changed to needlework and became a woman. It's so crazy that I don't recognize people, and I can't even tell whether I'm a man or a woman, but it's fatal.
At this time, the three people who were busy heard Old Man Lin's voice, so they looked at each other in the kitchen in surprise, and then, Yang smiled and said to Lin Fu: "Grandpa called you, go quickly." ”
At this time, the whole family has long been familiar with Old Man Lin's new name for Lin Fusheng.
Lin Fusheng nodded, put down the dishes in his hand, ran to Yang, wiped his hands with a smile on the apron cloth hanging in front of her, and ran to find Old Man Lin.
"Shiwen, you come." Seeing Lin Fusheng enter the house, Old Man Lin raised a cloth ball in his hand and said with a smile: "Come and see what Dad has done for you?" ”
Old Man Lin is confused and identifies, and no one listens to it awkwardly, but he can't do anything about his old man. In particular, this Lin Shiwen is still a person who died young, which makes Lin Fusheng feel that there is a gust of wind in the back of his neck every time he thinks about it at night. However, the old man admitted that he was wrong, and there was an advantage, that is, when facing the old man, he didn't have to pretend to be dumb, and he could speak.
“…… What did you do for me? Lin Fusheng walked up to the old man and looked at the things in his hand, like sandbags played by children in later generations, but there were two extra wide cloth ropes at both ends of this sandbag.
"Come, give me your arm." The old man said, pulled Lin Fusheng's right arm, and then tied the small sandbag in his hand to the wrist of his right arm. While tying it, he said: "What about this, you must bring it every day, especially when practicing calligraphy." This way, your wrist strength will increase and you will be more stable when you put down the pen. The words practiced in this way are powerful and atmospheric. ”
Lin Fusheng has also wanted to make such a sandbag these days, but he has never been able to explain it to his mother Yang. It's good now, I don't have to play pantomime with my mother anymore. But when he saw the old man's fingers full of needle eyes, and blood spilling out from time to time, there was a pain in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red again. Lin Fusheng was very moved, swallowed a mouthful of tears, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Well, thank you, grandpa." ”
Old Man Lin was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help sneering, "You kid, how can you also learn from your second brother, full of nonsense." Who is your grandfather? Your grandfather has passed away a long time ago! This naughty baby. ”
Lin Fusheng secretly wiped his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and made a grimace at the old man, causing Old Man Lin to laugh for a while.
"Okay, you can write a few more words, and let Daddy show you."
"Hmm!" Lin Fusheng responded happily, then jumped on the table and leaned over to silently write a few small poems.
The two grandparents and grandchildren, with their heads resting on their heads, gathered under the window, one taught attentively, and the other studied seriously.
At this moment, there was a noise outside the car, and Lin Shitong came back with an ox cart.
The Chen and Lin families in this car talked non-stop along the way, probably because of how powerful the poems handed in by their sons were, and they would definitely be able to win the love of Master Li.
Chen Daniu's parents didn't know that what their son handed over was exchanged for Lin Dezhong. It's just that he copied it out of nowhere, or if it was really written by himself. None of the Chen family can read and write, so no one cares about this matter at all, even Chen Daniu himself has never opened the rice paper to see, but he just put it on his body all day long, his hands are stained with oil and soil, and he wipes it on his clothes, and by the way, he touches the rice paper in his clothes.
Listening to the discussion of the two families, Lin Dezhong and Chen Daniu stared at each other from time to time, Nunu mouthed, squeezed their eyes, stuck out their tongues, and called each other codes.
It wasn't until Chen Daniu's family was sent away that the Xu family clearly began to belittle Chen Daniu. There was a lot of noise along the way. Although Lin Shitong didn't say anything about this, his speed of catching up with the car was amazingly fast than usual.
Putting down a cart of people, Lin Shitong went to tie the cow. Xu Shitou went to the courtyard and shouted towards the kitchen, "Mother, sister-in-law, I'll help you in a while." ”
was shouting, but at a glance he saw that in Old Man Lin's room, the old man was holding Lin Fusheng's small hand, writing stroke by stroke.
Xu raised his elbow and poked it at Lin Shixiu's ribs who had just passed.
"Oops! What are you doing? Lin Shixiu snorted, covered his ribs in pain, and glared at Xu Shi angrily.
"You see, the old man doesn't really think of the dumb as the third child, does he?"
Lin Shixiu snorted coldly and said disapprovingly: "Just be it, if your father is crazy and stupid, what can he teach well." Alas, it's just that he's pitiful and dumb, and he can't speak, and now, he's still called a dead man, which is really unlucky. ”
"When I see people teaching mutes, I'm not crazy at all. Otherwise, let's ...... let my father teach the middle school......" Xu was a little angry, and Old Man Lin only taught Lin Fusheng, but ignored his son. If it's cheap, you have to get a little bit, this is Xu's consistent style.
"No, no, our father's words are far from Li Fuzi's words. With Master Li teaching us Zhong'er, what are you worried about? Lin Shixiu frowned and closed his eyes, shaking his head vigorously, really disdainful of Xu's opinion.
"yes, I'm really crazy."
While the two were talking, they suddenly felt that the sky was overcast, blocking out the midday sun.
"Yo, is it going to rain?" Xu Shi looked up at the sky, and it was a black oppression.
Lin Fusheng had just finished a word at this time, and looked up at the sky with Old Man Lin.
Ahh The clouds were so thick and black that it seemed that the rain was really too light.
Lin Fusheng couldn't help but worry. In ancient times, there were no more developed drainage pipes than now, and heavy rain could flood the ground and houses at any time, and places close to rivers and seas were more likely to cause floods. Even if a rain is not so severe, ordinary farmhouse houses cannot withstand the heavy rain. Moreover, Shuixi Village has not experienced heavy rainstorms in recent years, so the Lin family's houses have not been strengthened for a long time. I'm afraid that if the rain is heavier, even the roof will collapse.