Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the middle of summer, it is rare to be cloudy, and the scorching sun is surrounded by clouds, and half of the heat is collected.

On the ridge, Xu Fugui was wearing a white yellowed white short coat, gray trousers, and fat trouser legs, which were tied with a thin rope.

He wore a broad-brimmed straw hat on his head and a dustpan in his hand, which was not too dirty, and scattered the ashes of the plants and trees in the dustpan into the field.

Time doesn't seem to have left a mark on him, just the skin is slightly tanned, and the well-defined muscles exude the charm of an adult man.

He looked at the green rice seedlings in the field and couldn't help but smile with relief.

In another month, after the rice has been dried and yellowed, it will be ready to be harvested.

After sprinkling all the ashes in the dustpan, he took off his straw hat and fanned the wind, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and carried the dustpan to the field above.

Pick one of the largest watermelons in the field and walk towards home.

"Daddy!"

As soon as he got home, a white and chubby little boy staggered over and shouted in a milky voice.

Xu Fugui didn't hug him, and asked with a smile: "Youqing, is my sister bullying you again?" ”

Time flies so fast, Youqing is now two and a half years old, he can walk with a chair when he is one year old, he can run by himself at the age of one and a half, and he can speak at the age of two.

This kid is very active, especially after he can walk, and often runs around alone, and he never gets tired of it.

Youqing's hair was cut very short, revealing his forehead, and he looked up and asked unhappily, "Dad, why don't you hug me?" ”

Xu Fugui stretched out his dirty hand, "Do you want Dad to wipe a big flower face?" ”

Youqing immediately shook his head and ran into the house with a smoke.

Xu Fugui put down the dustpan with a smile, first washed his hands in the water tank in the yard, and walked into the house with a watermelon.

"Dad, is my brother suing you again?" Feng Xia asked.

Feng Xia is now seven years old, she has jumped a lot taller, it seems that she is nine years old, and her face is similar to that of Jiazhen, with the same red lips and eyebrows, and everyone in the village said that she will be as beautiful as Jiazhen in the future.

She wore a green floral short-sleeved shirt with her hair tied in a ponytail, and looked slim, with anger on her delicate little face.

"What, my brother is pissing you off again?" Xu Fugui asked.

Feng Xia nodded very seriously, "My brother always makes a mess in the house, and I finally cleaned it up." ”

Xu Fugui gestured to the watermelon in his hand, "Then let's not give it to my brother later." ”

Feng Xia smiled her eyes into two cracks, and glanced at Youqing proudly, "Okay." ”

Of course, Youqing didn't follow, and rushed over to hug his leg, "Dad, I want to eat too." ”

"Then you clean up the house first."

Youqing immediately made a move, but he was too small and wanted to squat down to pick up the bench, but the bench couldn't be lifted, and he couldn't squat steadily, so he fell to the ground.

He didn't care about falling down, he got up on his own, and wanted to pick up the bench.

Feng Xia still felt sorry for her younger brother and walked over to help him clean up.

"You, you know that you are talking to Fengxia, and you don't like you when you are sensible." Jia Zhen walked in from the outside with a basket on her back, and the basket was full of bitter bamboo shoots.

Bitter bamboo shoots are generally not large, and they have a fragrant bitter taste when eaten, not as bitter as bitter gourd, and they are very popular here, and they are often used to cook sauerkraut soup.

Xu Fugui helped her put down the basket, "Where am I facing Fengxia?" Both children are the same, all the same. ”

Jiazhen looked at the room and asked, "Fengxia, where is your grandfather?" ”

"In the house." Youqing hurriedly said.

"Grandpa is weaving bamboo mats in the house." Feng Xia added.

Jiazhen asked again: "Grandma and your Uncle Shun haven't come back yet?" ”

The two children shook their heads in unison.

Jiazhen said with a smile: "I don't know if Lai Shun can look down on the girl of the Liu family." ”

Laishun is almost twenty-one years old, which is not a small age in the countryside, and Xu's mother has been helping him recruit objects during this time.

In order to get married, they built another wooden hut next to the thatched house, and specially ordered a new bed.

The family can't be divided for the time being, so I have to wait for the two new adobe houses to be divided into this family.

And Xu Fugui is not satisfied with an adobe house, if he can, he wants to build a brick house.

This matter needs to be discussed in the long run, and for now, it is better to get the marriage of Laishun first.

Xu Fugui came out with a basin of cold water, put the linen cloth for washing his face in it, twisted it dry, and handed it to Jiazhen to let her wipe her sweat.

He himself took out a dry tobacco, rolled it skillfully, lit it and smoked it.

Feng Xia ran over and sat on his lap, and while looking at the cyan smoke, she said, "Dad, Sister Daniu, and Dashuang Xiaoshuang are about to go to the school in the city to study, and I want to study too." ”

Xu Fugui frowned, "It's so chaotic in the city, the fifth brother dares to let the big girl go to the city with confidence?" ”

The big and small pairs can understand, although Ryuuji has a lot of bad luck, but it is no problem for the two children to study.

In the past two years, Xu Fugui has not been to the city once, for fear of an accident in his previous life.

It may be that with him in the house, although he is not rich, at least he can guarantee that Feng Xia has never had any problems.

However, Xu Fugui still kept a thought, once Feng Xia showed signs of illness, he would definitely invite Lang Zhong to come over in time.

Feng Xia's voice is so good, he can't bear to let Feng Xia become deaf and dumb again.

Feng Xia put her arms around his neck, "Dad, but I also want to study." ”

"This"

Xu Fugui was a little embarrassed and persuaded: "Fengxia, is it okay to wait for another two years?" ”

Now it's four or eight years, wait another two years, and Xintu will be established, and when the society is too peaceful, of course it won't be a problem to send Fengxia to study.

Feng Xia bowed her head in disappointment, Xu Fugui was very distressed, and was thinking about what to do, Jiazhen suddenly said: "Feng Xia is good, ah, is it okay for my mother to teach you at home?" ”

Xu Fugui's eyes lit up suddenly, "Yes, I can let your mother teach you, it must be better than what the gentleman in the city taught." ”

"Let your mother teach you to read first, and after two years, your father will definitely send you to school."

Feng Xia smiled again, "Mother, what do you want to teach me, I can recognize a lot of words, and I can write my own name." ”

Jiazhen looked at her dotingly, "What is taught in the city school, we Fengxia also learn." ”

Feng Xia jumped down happily and ran out as soon as she slipped through the smoke.

"Feng Xia, where are you going on this hot day?" Jiazhen shouted from behind.

"I'm going to tell the big girl that I can also read." Feng Xia's crisp and loud voice came from outside.

After a while, Feng Xia came back, with the big girl and Chen Yunsheng.

"Fifth brother, come in and sit." Jiazhen greeted warmly and lifted the bamboo chair in front of him.

"Jiazhen, don't greet me, I come often."

Chen Yunsheng first handed over a dry cigarette, and after Xu Fugui took it, he asked, "I heard that Jiazhen wants to teach Fengxia to read and read at home?" ”

(End of chapter)