Fuya, who was wearing a muslin shirt and trousers, was lying on the kang mat and dancing with her little hands and feet. She tilted her little head to look at her father—in only a few days, he had grown a lot of gray hair on his head, and the wrinkles on his face were much deeper.

Relive a life, loved by grandparents and parents, loved by uncles and aunts, and pampered by brothers...... Although it was only a little more than a month, Song Ziran fell in love with this poor but warm home.

In her previous life, she was born in a patriarchal family, and she was regarded as a cash cow in her family because of her successful career, and her uncles and uncles lay on her to "suck blood". If it weren't for her sensible and caring brother, she would have cut off ties with that family a long time ago! She died, and it is estimated that her grandparents, parents, and uncles will only be sad that they have lost an ATM, and they will not care about her own life or death, right?

Song Ziran looked at the heavy rain outside the window and prayed sincerely that tomorrow would be a sunny day. The peasants of this era really relied on heaven to eat. They are too bitter, God, you should leave a way for the people to live!

It's a pity that she is a materialist, and at this time she can only helplessly and sincerely pray to heaven! Her crossing has long subverted her perception as an atheist. In the dark, it seems that there is a pair of big hands, turning the gears of fate......

The next day, the clouds cleared and the sun shone high. Song Laohan gathered all the laborers in his family, including children over the age of seven, and made a decision: "Let the sun dry the moisture on the grain ears in the morning, and start harvesting in the afternoon!" If you don't sleep at night, you have to get the food back! ”

Song Dafu frowned and said, "Dad, is the harvest too urgent in the afternoon?" Don't wait two days ...... any longer."

"Wait? God waits for no one! The food is your own when you receive it! "Song Laohan doesn't want to gamble - take it back, you can dry it for a few more days on a good day. It's a bad day...... It's a big deal to burn all the kang at home, and you can also dry the kang food!

Song Laosi, who was holding his daughter, was the first to stand up and support his father - in terms of farming, Song Laohan is much more experienced than them!

The scorching sun of July scorched the earth, and the mountain village that had just rained was like a big steamer - hot and humid!

People from Houshan Village came to their fields one after another. Lao Zhangtou leaned to Song Laohan's side and said with a smile: "This big sun, after two days, the crops can be harvested!" God can't starve to death blind finches, God really left us a way to live! ”

Song Laohan clicked the cigarette pouch and pot a few times and said to him: "Our family decided to collect the grain in the afternoon!" ”

"Harvest in the afternoon? Isn't it dry? When I got home, I broke it again! Old Zhang Tou had a disapproving expression on his face.

"It's better to cover it than to break it!" Song Laohan said, "If the grain is not taken back, I will always be unsteady in my heart!" ”

Lao Zhangtou hesitated and said, "I...... Think again! ”

Just after lunch in the afternoon, the Song family, except for Fuya, who is almost three months old, all went to the ground. The adults cut the wheat, the older children tied it, and the younger children followed behind to gather the ears of wheat.

Fu Ya lay in a basket and was placed in the shade of a tree along with the jar of water. In order to prevent mosquito bites, Song Laosi made a gauze cover for his daughter, which is similar to a vegetable cover to prevent flies - emmm She counts that dish? Braised baby suckling pig? Not to mention, the white chubby one is quite similar!

For the little Fuya, this gauze cover is almost like a mosquito net!

Four-year-old Song Jiumao's little pot friend was driven back from the field and given him a difficult and important task - to take care of his sister. Song Jiumao accepted it happily. He loves playing with his sister the most!

Song Bamao expressed envy, jealousy and hatred - it was obviously his own sister, why didn't he take care of it? He takes care of his sister, but he is much more careful than Stinky Jiumao!

"Fuya, I'm Jiumao, do you remember Brother Jiu?" The little black guy put his face on the gauze and wanted to touch his sister's little face. However, he remembered his grandmother's big broom, and his little hand retracted.

Grandma always said that he and his brothers had dirty hands and couldn't touch their sister. What's wrong with his hands?

……！

Looking at his black little paws, Jiumao couldn't stand it anymore. He said to Fu Ya: "You stay honest, I'll wash my hands!" Wash it up, and I'll be able to take you out to play! ”

Every time his fourth uncle came home from work, he washed his hands and face before he went to hug Fuya. The little guy thinks that if he washes it clean, he will be able to hug his sister! My sister is lying in a basket and can't go anywhere, how boring is it?

Fu Ya touched his little face through the gauze cover - why is this little bean so dark and so even? It's like a small briquette, it's so black and shiny!

Jiumao touched the face that had been touched by her sister, and laughed innocently: "Sister wait for me, I'll be back soon!" The little one spread his feet and ran towards the waterhole at the foot of the mountain.

It rained heavily for several days, and the waterhole, which had been about to dry up, was full again. The water in the pool is turquoise and cool, and Xiao Douding steps on the stones at the water's edge, clumsily pouting his little butt to wash his hands. He washed it over and over again, and his little dark face was serious.

Suddenly, he splashed a few drops of water on his face - huh? It's raining?

Jiumao raised his head, and the sky was clear above his head. With a puzzled look, he returned to the waterhole. At that moment, a fish more than a foot long jumped up and scared him into a tremble.

The fish landed not far from him, struggling, bouncing up and down, seeing that it was about to return to the water again. Jiumao pounced on the big fish with a "whoosh-" and pressed the big fish hard, picking at its gills, and dragging it hard in the direction away from the pool.

Just then, another smaller fish jumped ashore. He dragged the fish in his hand and struggled to it, freeing one hand to catch the other. After all, the little one is only four years old, and if he restrains this one, that one begins to jump again; Hold that one, and this one flutters again. I'm sweating all the time, and I still can't take two fish!

One by one, he dragged the fish farther away, held a stone and pressed it against it, and covered it with some weeds, before he ran back.

Jiumao panted and ran to the field, pulling his grandmother's sleeve. Mrs. Wu lowered her head and showed a disgusted gaze: "Let you look at your sister, did you go to roll in the mud?" Look at you, like a mud monkey! You're not going to touch your sister with your muddy paws, are you? No, I have to see my Fuya! ”

"! Whew...... Fish! …… WhewW...... There are big fish!! Jiumao gasped for breath, grabbed his grandmother's arm and dragged it in the direction of the waterhole.

"Fish? Where are the fish? You can't dream, do you? Let you look at your sister, it's good that you're asleep by yourself! Mrs. Wu shook off the little mud monkey's hand and let him stay cool!

The little mud monkey Jiumao was so anxious that tears were about to come out, and he stumbled and said, "I...... I'll go to the pool to wash...... Wash your hands, fish ...... The fish jumped out...... I, I've got it! Yes...... There are two! This...... So big! He gestured with his hands!