Catching crickets, tethering grasshoppers, copying dragonflies, sticking to it, catching fireflies at night, catching beetles and running, the capital is safe and the twins live like a fish in water.

On the weekend again, he learned that the watermelon harvest season had officially begun, and Zhang Guoqing planned to lead his three sons to the western suburbs early in the morning to experience life.

A side three-wheeled car was driven out of the gate of the compound by him under the guise of public money, and a pair of little brothers in the car body tightly grabbed the handrail and began to howl loudly.

"Fly, fly."

"Ah...... Ah......h

Ping An next to him smiled brightly, grabbed the seat belt with his two younger brothers, and felt the coolness of the wind.

After driving for a while, Zhang Guoqing slowed down and shouted, "How is it?" Cool, right? ”

The three brothers nodded their heads and responded in a loud voice.

With Zhang Guoqing's father's successive trick games, the children's sense of loss without their mothers by their side has also dissipated a lot.

This time, the destination of the father and son was to go to Zhou Xiaozheng's courtyard in the countryside. There is an advantage of being located in the mountains, and the watermelon in the dry land is particularly sweet.

And Zhang Guoqing brought the children over to play, in addition to letting the twins know about rural life, he also planned to bring some watermelons to the welfare home on the return trip to let his sons show love.

Three pounds of big watermelon, one hundred pounds is only three yuan. Even a small piece of one child is enough to make those children happy for a long time.

Captain Zhou sent a message a few days ago, heard the sound of a motorcycle, and immediately came to the drying field. Sure enough, I guessed correctly, it was this kid who came with the cubs.

"Uncle, I'm busy."

"How do you bring the kids here? It's full of mosquitoes here, you be careful. ”

"Okay. Baby, shout. ”

After saying hello, Zhang Guoqing led his three sons back with Captain Zhou, and said as he walked, "The farm is not over yet, right?" Is everyone eating in the cafeteria? ”

Captain Zhou knew that he couldn't hide it, so he gave him a headache. This bastard doesn't look like a father, and he tosses his son. It's a good day in the city, but come here to play what memories are bittersweet and sweet.

"At noon, I had a big cake and drank a big cake porridge. Really worried about the kids going hungry? ”

Without waiting for Zhang Guoqing to reply, Ping An patted his chest and assured that his three brothers would be fine. The twins, who were abducted into the ditch by him, nodded their heads in support of their brother.

said that it was to experience life, in addition to letting the children see what the children in the village were busy with farming, Zhang Guoqing could not really let the children do farm work for a long time.

First, I fed my three sons water, changed them into long clothes and trousers, and led them to the wheat field so that they could play with the village children.

He didn't say whether he wanted to pick up ears of wheat or go digging loaches and eels with the older children, but he quietly followed them and watched them blend in.

Ping'an had been to the countryside with him many times, and knowing what he meant, he guided his younger brothers to pick up ears of wheat and put them in cloth bags. Anyway, he knew that when the three brothers were so hot that they were wet, his father would be the first to take them away in distress.

Seeing the fleas on the children in the village around him again, the white lice eggs on the girl's head, Ping An glanced at his father speechlessly.

Fortunately, the three brothers are bald, otherwise they would have been infected if they were so close!

The two little radish heads didn't know anything about it, and happily cheered and squatted down and tried their best to pick it up, hoping that the little brothers and sisters would leave.

Ping An looked at his brothers with pity. Silly brother, you guys have been tricked! No matter how much you pick up, it's not our family, and Dad will say it's a public thing.

remembered that he was deceived by his father in previous years, and Ping An had to shed tears for himself.

After seeing each other for more than an hour, seeing that the twins were really getting slower and slower, Zhang Guoqing pulled up the brothers and said, "Recite the ancient poem "Compassion for the People" to Dad. ”

"At noon on hoe day,

Sweat drops down the soil.

Who knows the Chinese food on the plate,

Every grain is hard. ”

Zhang Guoqing applauded, "You guys are amazing!" Do you know how to grow wheat? ”

The twins shook their heads.

"Peace, explain it to your younger brothers." Zhang Guoqing said as he handed the kettle to his eldest son first. This countryside is all a water scoop to drink well water, and he is still a little taboo.

Ping An took two sips and handed them to his two younger brothers, signaling them to drink when they were thirsty. He began to say: "Before planting wheat, you must first plow the land, and then apply fertilizer to the field once. Wait until the wheat is planted, sprinkle the manure evenly in the ground. ”

"This is not the end, do you see that this is a ridge of land, rows and rows, planted very neatly? It's all done little by little by the farmer's grandfather with a rake tool. ”

"After ordering the wheat seeds, we have to weed them often during the time when the wheat seeds are ripe, and we have to carry water and manure for irrigation, and finally when the wheat is ripe, we have to bend down to separate the crops while it is not raining, and we have to pay the public grain after drying."

Ping'an said this, looked around, and said in a low voice: "Our hometown can only grow one season of wheat a year, and after paying the public grain, the family can only keep sixteen catties in a bumper year." ”

"You are still young now, and after two years of being as old as your brother, you will understand that being a farmer is the hardest and most tiring, and you have the least food. Good things are taken by the people of the city, so everyone wants to go to the city to work as workers. ”

Zhang Guoqing cleared his throat and watched his eldest son shrug his nose at him, crying and laughing. "Now you know how hard farming is, right? In the future, we must cherish food even more and not be picky eaters. ”

Six nodded and stretched out his hands, "Dad, I'm dirty and want to wash my hands." ”

"Daddy, itch, take a shower."

It's very good to be able to stay up until now and not make a request. Zhang Guoqing was also reluctant to let his son suffer, and he was not really crazy and planned to let his son become a farmer.

While taking his sons to the river, he muttered about how much wheat could be harvested from the land they were standing on just now, how much finished products there were, and how long they could finally let the three brothers eat.

The three children were washed in water by him, put on long sleeves and trousers again, and took them to the canteen to eat, for which he also paid four taels of food stamps and two cents.

Of course, this meal at noon is not only big cakes, but also big rice porridge. For the members of the cooperative, the production team specially burned loofah soup, stewed three or five small pieces of meat stew, and two plates of seasonal vegetables.

With such a meal, everyone was happy with a satisfied smile on their faces, grabbed chopsticks and stuffed them into the mouth, and did not forget to beckon their children to eat quickly.

Zhang Guoqing's father and son were accompanied by Captain Zhou, and the speed was not so fast, but it was not good to delay their lunch break. Who is not tired for a long time and wants to slow down.

At first, the twins were not happy when they saw these meals, they looked at Zhang Guoqing with their mouths open, and were said in Ping'an's ear, Dad had already given money, and after losing if he didn't eat it, he immediately grabbed a wooden soup spoon and ate obediently.

Zhang Guoqing didn't care about how much the children ate or how little they ate, not to mention the children, he was embarrassed to let go of the food.

After a while, let the children eat some bread and pastries, and then take them to catch some loach fish, take a few photos to commemorate, and wait for the sunset to weigh the number of watermelons, and the trip will be over.

Five hundred catties of watermelons sounds like a lot, and there are not many piled up there, as in previous years, these watermelons took the production team ox cart into the city the next day, leaving 100 catties tied to the back seat of the side three wheels.

Not all of the children abandoned by God in the orphanage are angels with folded wings, and many able-bodied children are also found here.

Zhang Guoqing understands the sensitive inner world of these children too well - they want to love but are afraid of being hurt, they want to integrate into the outside world but they are afraid of being discriminated against.

Growing up in a welfare home, he didn't dare to show a trace of pity, so he could only let his sons make trouble with them and laugh with them.

There is no need for sympathy, much less unfulfilled promises.