The father-in-law of the cultivator is called Ye Shifang, and his ancestral home is in Jiujiang, Jiangxi. According to his grandfather Niu Chuanqing, Ye Shifang is his sworn brother, who once worked as a national arts instructor in the branch of the Whampoa Military Academy, and he is very powerful in both civil and military affairs.

Ye Shifang is indeed very powerful, since the beginning of the year began to enlighten the cultivation of teaching, every morning before dawn to get up, first learn boxing for an hour, and then read and write, practice writing. At the end of the day, except for eating and sleeping, the time schedule is full, and there is no opportunity for children to relax and play.

However, in winter, the situation of cultivation is slightly better, you can sleep a little more in the morning, and if it is rainy and snowy, you don't need to practice boxing, you can spend more time in the bed.

Ye Shifang listened to the poem that was added by hard work, and was really a little surprised in his heart.

The two sentences of "always looking forward to a bumper harvest in Ruixuezhao, and the grain is full of grains and ears" are not only related to the first two sentences of the folk saying, but also the rhyme is more accurate. If you read it a few times and chew it carefully, there is still a bit of simplicity in it.

"Cultivation, how did you come up with these two sentences?"

Ye Shifang sat by the fire, his sitting posture was very straight, his figure was already tall, and he was sitting like this, giving people a feeling of being tall and mighty.

At this time, there is a wire tongs for changing coal on the stove, and this row of cut white bread slices is neatly placed on it, with the baking of the fire, there are bursts of subtle sizzling sound and dry cracking sound, and more fine steamed buns fall into the fire, and the burnt fragrance suddenly drifts away, making the mouth salivate.

Cultivator pulled his eyes back from the already slightly burnt steamed buns, swallowed his saliva gently, and then said: "I have heard my mother say the words 'Ruixue Zhaofeng Nian', and I know a little bit about it. Changing the word "good year" to "good harvest" is in line with what people in the family often say, "I hope for a good harvest." As for the latter sentence, I changed it from the couplet in the village, 'Spring is full of gardens and blessings'. ”

Ye Shifang said "um" and nodded with satisfaction, this child is very careful and knows how to learn and accumulate from life.

"Then how do you know that the word 'spike' in 'grain ear' in the latter sentence can rhyme?"

"Rhyme? What is Rhyme? Father-in-law, you didn't teach me, you just let me read poems and memorize poems. As I read and read and memorized, I felt that there were a lot of similarities in those verses. For example, the sounds of the first and second lines of some poems are relatively similar, just like the words "light" and "frost" in "the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground", and the words "xiao" and "bird" in "spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere". But the most similar thing is that in each poem, as long as the words before the full stop, the sound is very similar. So I used the word "shou" in "grain sui" to get close to the sound of the word "quilt" and the word "sleep" in the first two sentences of "winter wheat cover three-layer quilt, sleep with steamed buns in the coming year". ”

Ye Shifang really didn't teach the content of cultivating poetry rhyme, and it was really smart for a child under the age of four to be able to think and summarize these things on his own.

"No, he can find out with his heart and draw inferences, which is not something that can be completely encapsulated by the word 'smart'!"

Ye Shifang understood the cultivation of the experience of poetry, and then taught him more strictly, every day on top of the original learning, added a book of "Liweng to Rhyme", staring at the cultivation all day long, either reading aloud or reciting!

I thought that my thoughts on poetry would bring rewards, but this more learning volume every day made him almost stay at home. Fortunately, it was too cold in this winter, and the children in the village did not come out to play much, and he could not see the freedom and happiness of others in front of him.

After the winter solstice, New Year's Day is getting closer and closer, and the weather is getting colder and colder. The calendar hanging on the wall has been torn to only three pieces, 1988 is about to pass, for the cultivation, after the New Year he is 4 years old, grandma Wang Ying said that he was born in the month old, a New Year is a whole year old.

At present, Niu Geng's concern is not that he is a year older, but the eye-catching date 29th on the calendar, which reminds him that his parents are coming back with their younger brothers.

A few days ago, my uncle, who had worked hard, came down from Longxian to run errands, and came over by the way, bringing news that my grandmother had fallen. Mother Tian E discussed with her father Niu Yonghou, and took advantage of the free time of the year before the year to take the two little ones back to her parents' house to have a look, and by the way, stay a few more days to take care of the old mother. After all, it is still relatively long to go over the mountains and mountains to Longxian by car.

The old lady Wang Ying didn't agree at first, looked at her daughter-in-law and said, It's okay for you two to leave. There are only three of us old people and a little doll left, how can this be done?

It was Ye Shifang who spoke on the side, her daughter-in-law's mother fell and was injured, and as a child, she should go back to see it. Besides, the in-laws' home is far away, and the daughter-in-law doesn't go back much all year round. This time I went back with two small ones and stayed longer. In addition, let Yonghou also go with him, he and I studied traditional Chinese medicine, in the treatment of bruises, there is still no problem, this time just to his old mother-in-law to do his filial piety.

"So what do we do?"

"It's not like we're old and can't walk anymore, and in the busy farming season, aren't you running up and down the hill to help? Everything has been done in the kitchen before, and it is difficult to do it during this time? If you really don't want to cook, call your fourth daughter Xiaoxia back, she will marry in the next village, and I don't know how convenient it is to go back and forth! ”

When Wang Ying, the grandmother who worked hard, heard this, she was silent.

Niu Yonghou and his wife Tian E took their two young sons to Longxian County. The two of them have been gone for more than ten days, and the grandmother who has worked hard has gradually become a little unhappy, but fortunately, his fourth aunt Niu Xiaoxia came to help every once in a while, and often said good things to comfort her, and the old lady's heart eased a little.

Niu Xiaoxia, the fourth aunt who worked hard, got married recently, and it was in Hulu Village next door, and it took only ten minutes to walk over. Niu Xiaoxia's husband's family is also surnamed Yan, which is the same family as the surname Yan in Yuchi Village. His fourth uncle's name is Yan Zhangfu, a large truck driver, who has built a large truck to pull coal in Taiwan for the past two years, transporting coal between Gansu and Shaanxi.

A few days ago, when Niu Xiaoxia came to cook for the old people, she said that when her husband Yanzhang Fula Coal passed through Longxian, she happened to meet the second brother and second sister-in-law, and brought the news down, saying that she would come back on the 29th of this month.

The heavy snow had stopped for a few days, the sun was too short during the day, the weather was so cold, and the snow on the ground had barely melted.

On the day when the weather cleared, the snow in the yard was cleaned up by Ye Shifang and Niu Chuanqing and the hard work of the hands, and they piled the snow under the plane tree in the yard, under the grape trellis, and beat it into a cone shape around the roots of the tree. Although the cultivation strength is small, he takes something by the handle and runs very actively.

Niu Chuanqing took the opportunity to say some good things, which roughly meant that old brother, you see that our grandson has already known so many words, memorized so many poems, and made half a decent poem. Other children, as old as him, have not been released to play everywhere. Not to mention composing poetry, I'm afraid the simplest one, two, three, four will have to wait until the age of six or seven to go to school. You see, if you give your child some time to breathe, if you manage it too tightly, sometimes things will be the opposite.

After Ye Shifang thought about it carefully, he felt that what his righteous brother said made sense, and immediately decided to give him an hour and a half of free time every afternoon, and the requirement was not to run far.

There was only an hour and a half, and he didn't dare to move too far freely, and he didn't know much of the children in the same village, so he was familiar with two friends of the same age near his home. But in the past almost a year, he has been writing and reading almost without leaving home, and he has long lost contact with these two partners, only remembering that one of them is called Yan Wenbin and the other is Yan Zhangping.

Yuchi Village belongs to Jinhe Township, Baoji City. As the name suggests, this township is named after the river, and the name of the river is Jinling River. It is said that during the Song and Jin dynasties, the Jin Kingdom buried the fallen soldiers on the loess plateau by the river, so the loess plateau was called "Jinling Plateau", and later simplified to "Mausoleum", and the river at the foot of the mausoleum became the Jinling River.

Jinling River is a tributary of the Wei River, originating from Badu Town in the northwest of Baoji, it is like a flowing jade belt, connecting more than a dozen villages in Jinhe towns along the river, Yuchi Village is under the Yuchi Plateau on the bank of the river.

Niu Geng's home was built at the entrance of the village, the closest to the riverbank, and it was only a few dozen steps from his house to the head of the Yuchi Bridge. In winter, the trees on the banks of the river are bare, and the courtyard walls of his house are also low, so standing on the steps of the corridor of the upper house, you can clearly see the road into the village on the other side of the river valley.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and Geng stood on the steps of the corridor courtyard and watched it several times, but he hadn't seen his parents yet. I only saw that the valley of the Jinling River that had been alluvial for thousands of years was completely covered by the white snow, and the valley went up to the fields on the opposite bank, and there were a few sparse trees erected on the ridges.

They had breakfast close to eleven o'clock at noon, and by this time they were already a little hungry, and his grandfather Niu Chuanqing didn't bake a bun for him today, but secretly gave him a piece of snack. The dim sum was bought for Niu Chuanqing every time Niu Yongfeng and aunt Niu Xiaoling, who worked hard and lived in the city, came back.

The cultivated grandfather lives alone in an upper room, which looks nearly twenty square meters. In the center, a screen was glued with white paper with bamboo poles, so that the room was divided into two small rooms, the inner room was used to store things, and the outer room was inhabited.

There is a single bed placed outside against the white paper screen, and an electric blanket is used in winter, but Niu Chuanqing just turns it on for a while before going to bed. Above the middle of the bed, on top of the screen, there is a flat basket made of plastic all year round, which is where the cultivator often gazes, because it is used by Grandpa Niu Chuanqing to place those snacks. In addition to the basket decorated with snacks, he also paid attention to the big teapot painted with Grandpa Mao's head.