"Okay, grandma, when I'm done washing this dress, I'll go right away!" Sun Xiaohong bowed her head in response, and immediately sped up the speed of her hand.

The door was wide open, and the smell of food wafted out and filled the courtyard. The smell of this millet fumigation, like a hazy memory from childhood, has opened a tunnel in my heart, surrounding this small courtyard on all sides, slowly returning to the past, and quickly returning to reality, which will make it easy to forget those incomprehensible sorrows.

This is the taste of grandma, her cooking skills are very good, and she loves to eat all the dishes made by grandma. Sun Xiaohong is at home every day, concentrating on learning to cook with her grandmother, taking care of the housework in an orderly manner, and now she doesn't have so many worries, she suddenly feels very happy.

Now, after she had washed her clothes, she got up and splashed the dirty water, and shook off the wet clothes one by one, and hung them on the clothes pole with her feet crossed. She went back to the house, pulled a towel, wiped her hands casually, and took out a white porcelain basin from the cupboard, and walked quickly to the yard.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs. This small garden is sprinkled with grandpa's sweat, melons, fruits and vegetables, and there are a lot of things. His calloused hands always think of the sumptuous dishes on the table, which are the result of his meticulous service. Grandpa is in his eighties. His tall body has now become rickety, and I heard my grandmother say that when my grandfather was young, he went to private school, and he read a lot of books, and then for various reasons, he became a blacksmith in the village, and the books he read were all packed in a large book box, like abandoned old things, and were put in the corner of the barn and left alone. Because it doesn't have much use, no one at home takes it seriously, and then it's either scrapped, or given away, and then it's eaten by moths and turned into powder and a pile of garbage.

Grandpa was loyal and kind all his life, and rarely had conflicts with the people in the village. Grandpa's life was very bumpy, he experienced the fall of the Qing Dynasty, the war of the Republic of China, and experienced a lot, but he never talked about it with relish, overflowing with words.

As for her grandfather's impression, Sun Xiaohong can only learn more or less from her grandmother's words, as for other things, grandpa doesn't want to say, she has never asked, or rather, she doesn't know where to start.

Later, Sun Xiaohong understood his grandfather in this way: he has always rarely spoken, always silent, his figure, in and out of the garden all day long, busy, like the countryside at sunset, hazy, but deep and heavy.

After Sun Xiaohong entered the garden, she stood under the melon rack, picked a few fresh cucumbers, and after picking them, she bent down and plucked a few green onions. Everyone in the family loves to eat green onion dipping sauce, which is an indispensable side dish for any meal. Looking back, she picked a few small chili peppers that were half green and half red, which was what Dad loved to eat, his taste was very strong, and he couldn't do without chili peppers, feeling that if he didn't eat chili peppers, he didn't have any taste in any dishes.

After Sun Xiaohong finished picking vegetables, she returned to the yard, and she stood in the corner of the wall and slowly picked up green onions. A spicy smell pierced her eyes, and she hurriedly covered her eyes and went into the house to wash her face.

When the lamp is in hand, a touch of yellow moonlight spills into the alley, the road surface becomes dark, and the surroundings gradually become dark. The courtyard door opened, and Sun Guodong drove in from outside the courtyard. Xiaohong's mother followed the back of the carriage and walked into the door with a tired face. She carried a black purse on her body and covered it with her hand for fear that it would fall to the ground. Money is always an important term in everyone's heart, and Xiaohong's mother is used to pressing this small bank tightly with her mud-stained right hand. The wallet was full of change, and the large and small tickets inside were full of the smell of blood and sweat, as well as the satisfaction and joy of the whole family.

Rural people can't earn a lot of money just by farming, they don't have a way to make money, and they don't want to endure hardship, so they just sit back and enjoy the results, where can there be so many good things. Therefore, every time Xiaohong's mother sees that the money on her body is full, and she thinks that her strength is not in vain after all, she is content and happy.

The vegetable baskets on the carriage are also empty, it seems that their vegetables are selling well today, they have walked so far during the day, every time they arrive at a village, they have to shout and shout, and then bargain with the villagers who are calculating, they have been circling from morning to evening, sometimes they meet a few old ladies who love to take advantage of the porcelain to touch porcelain, Xiaohong's mother also opens her eyes and closes her eyes, let them steal a few persimmons, or steal a few green onions, and it is not good to say anything. These old ladies who love to take advantage of the cheap, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps, they can rely on the old and sell the old all over the street, not to mention that Xiaohong's mother can't afford to provoke them, even if they are children of a few years old, I am afraid they will have to give up three points.

At the end of such a day, Xiaohong's mother spoke dryly, her throat was smoking, and people were also in a hurry, her mouth was foaming, and sometimes her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't speak. Thinking about it, it's all for a bite to eat. Anyway, she sold the vegetable basket short, and when she came back, she counted the tickets in the bag, and finally it was not in vain, she often patted her chest and smiled bitterly: It's worth it.

After Xiaohong's mother entered the hospital, she turned around and closed the courtyard door, she did not enter the house directly. Instead, he walked quickly to the yard, looked at the pig's nest, and looked at the chicken rack, and when he saw that the little animals had eaten and drunk enough, they all closed their eyes and obediently lay there motionless, and then they returned to the house satisfied. Then, she scooped a basin of water from the water tank, took off her coat, and began to wash her face. With her grandmother taking care of the housework at home, there is nothing in her heart that she can't worry about.

A loss may turn out to be a gain. Since she quarreled with Da Yan's mother, no one in the alley has said cool things in front of her. Is people's hearts flesh long, in fact, she doesn't want to make things like this, she is angry, she is also offended, the relationship between the two families is good, but now it is good, the housewives of the two families are actually happy for a few words. She's a straightforward person, so what's the matter. But Da Yan's mother is different, how can she swallow this breath, she is already narrow-minded and has a cold temperament, as long as there is an opportunity, she will retaliate against Xiaohong's family anytime and anywhere.

"You can't have the heart to harm others, and you can't have the heart to prevent people." But sometimes, when I meet a shrew like Da Yan's mother, I have a little heart, or I don't know who did it, or if I am plotted, I don't know who did it. Among the neighbors, she was so ill-intentioned, it was really impossible to prevent it. After that commotion, now there are more stops in the alley, and if everyone has nothing to do, it is a deliberate demon. They all live in an alley, and they usually don't have any deep hatred, can they be incompatible?

A fish stirs up a pot of fish, and even a big rock mother can't represent an alley. There is no second person like her in the whole village. Besides, the work at home was so busy that her feet hit the back of her head, and she didn't have time to break those old sesame rotten grains. During the day, Xiaohong's mother either picks vegetables in the field or goes to the market to buy vegetables, and rarely interacts with her neighbors. After a long time, she forgot everything.

As soon as the carriage entered the hospital, it stopped. Sun Guodong quickly unloaded the big white horse from the car. The big white horse, which had been tired for a day, finally relaxed, got down from the splint, shook the mane on its neck, stood in the yard with its neck raised, bared its big teeth, and barked a few times at the sky "gray", and then shook the hair on its body vigorously, shaved the ground with its front feet, and snorted vigorously for a while, and was led to the stable by Sun Guodong and tied to the top of the trough.

In order to treat it, Sun Guodong specially mixed some good grass for it, put it in the trough, and then picked up a big brush and happily brushed the curly hair on its body. The big white horse stood quietly in the stable, eating grass slowly, and enjoying the all-round massage given to it by Sun Guodong. Horses are humane animals, and they have been with their owners for a long time, and their feelings are deep.

This white horse is tall and big, with shiny hair all over the body, and it is fat and strong, which is particularly eye-catching. It was bought by Sun Guodong from the grassland as if he were picking a star. It was only three years old when it came to the house, and in the blink of an eye, it was now seven years old. In the past few years, people have grown old and horses have gained weight, and the two have become one, and the work in the fields at home has not been less. Sun Guodong cherishes it like a good general. All the hard work and tiring work, he has to give it a small stove to eat, so that it will not suffer the slightest grievance.

People are not rich without foreign wealth, and horses do not eat night grass and do not get fat. Every time Sun Guodong feeds it grass, he sifs the grass finely, like his own child, and never fools him. When he went to the grass shed to sift the grass just now, he found that there was not much horse grass in the shed, so he planned to go to the dam to cut some fresh horse grass and come back. New grain and new grass are all fat.

Rural people raise cattle and horses, at least two or three months or half a year of forage in the grass shed at home, after a few days will be harvested autumn, when everyone is busy with the farm work in the field, the big white horse does not have good forage to eat, if you can't work, then how can it.

After Sun Guodong finished feeding the horses, he swept the stables clean. When he came out of the stable, he looked up and saw Xiaohong's grandfather, carrying a load of yellow artemisia from outside the courtyard, and said, "Dad, why did you go out to cut yellow artemisia again?" When I go out in the morning, don't I tell you not to go? When I have the kung fu one day, I will drive to cut it outside the dam and come back, it will be enough for you to use, why go all the way to the West Mountain to cut, pick this trip, how tiring it is! After Sun Guodong finished speaking, he hurriedly walked over.

Now is the season to cut yellow tobacco, and he cut these yellow artemisia from Xishan to use it to grow yellow tobacco. Grandpa walked to the center of the courtyard, bent down and put down the burden on his shoulders, leaned the flat burden on the corner of the wall, walked to Xiaohong's father and said: "There has been no rain these days, take advantage of the sunny day, go out and cut some, anyway, there is nothing to do at home, cut a little, what are you tired." Grandpa said, tearing off the white towel around his neck and wiping sweat from his forehead.