The rugged small solid wood dining table is placed directly on the stove not far away, just under the huge camphor tree, which not only covers the dazzling sun at noon, but also smells the fragrance of the camphor tree while eating, and there is one point, that is, the camphor tree is insect-proof, sitting under the tree to eat, the probability of being bitten by small mosquitoes is small.

The small solid wood dining table, with a thick small farm bench, waits for all the dishes to be placed on the table, and the stewed fragrant rice with the pot is placed in the corner of the table.

The brother and sister sat down on the edge of the table, and suddenly the feeling of home rose.

Sicui took a wooden spoon to serve food to his brother, and Gu Siwei at this moment was the old god waiting for his sister to give him.

"Brother, here you go".

Sicui was afraid that his brother would not be able to eat, a bowl full of rice, and did not forget to press it, and finally pressed half a spoonful, if he could not step on it, it is estimated that Sicui could add two or two meters to his brother's bowl.

"Many!"

Gu Siwei didn't eat much rice, and when he saw that his sister had filled so much for himself, he picked out half a bowl and came to his sister's bowl, and said while dialing: "I just told you to eat more vegetables and eat less staple food, eating more vegetables is not only full but also healthy, and eating too much rice and noodles is easy to gain weight and ......."

"I wish I had gained weight."

Sicui looked at it, and didn't want to serve it himself, so let's just eat the rice that his brother brought over.

Picking up the bowl, Si Cui said again: "Brother, it's just that our bowl is too small, and two or three bowls can't fill people."

Gu Siwei's household bowls are all sent by Qiao Yitong, the boutique products from Jingdezhen are naturally impossible to be the same as the old coarse bowls used by the big guys in the village, they are also bowls of rice, a bowl of old coarse bowls can hold at least one pound of rice, and the bowls used now, how can they be filled with a pound of rice, let alone a catty, it is difficult to have two or two rices.

So Sicui complained about the small bowl.

"Eat less rice, can't you eat enough chicken?"

Saying that, Gu Siwei gave Sicui a chopstick chicken leg.

"I don't eat rice, I always feel like I'm not full."

After Si Cui finished speaking, he buried himself in cooking.

Gu Siwei chewed slowly, after eating a bowl of rice, his stomach was eighty percent full, and he drank a bowl of soup slowly, looking at Sicui while drinking.

Sicui eats really fragrant, like a little wolf, gulping down rice, eating rice grains on his face, and sweeping out a sauce-colored oil line on his cheeks, which is obviously gnawing on chicken.

"Brother, do you want to eat?"

Seeing that there are still small half dishes of sugar-mixed tomatoes, there are a lot of tomatoes, but the sugar-mixed tomatoes, the essence is below, and the juice killed by sugar is the most popular among children as big as Sicui, so it is not uncommon to be targeted.

"I don't eat it, you can eat it, it's better to destroy everything on the table."

Gu Siwei said with a smile.

Si Cui glanced at the group of monkeys around him: "Do you want to leave a little for the monkeys?" ”

"No, we can't feed them when we eat, it's not good to feed and feed them. When you're done, put the chicken bones on the other side and they'll know it's their food," Gu Siwei said.

For the monkey group, Gu Siwei still has requirements, that is, the whole monkey group has to watch when he eats, and at this time, which monkey wants to come up, he will be cut by Gu Siwei, so even if they are greedy, these monkeys do not dare to make a mistake, and honestly squat about three meters away from the table and wait.

"Only chicken bones?" Sicui felt a little uncomfortable.

"What do they have to choose from, meat is not their staple food, and it is almost enough to give them some rice dumplings, and the wild monkeys will not work if they are fed for a long time," Gu Siwei said.

With a sigh, Sicui stopped squeaking, but began to suck the sweet soup with the plate of tomatoes.

After sucking the sweet soup of tomatoes and eating the fried chicken, Sicui set his sights on the stewed eggplant again.

It's just that Gu Siwei really didn't dare to let her eat anymore, so he stopped her loudly: "Don't eat this, you have eaten a lot, don't break your belly if you eat it again, keep it, if you are hungry in the afternoon, don't worry, I won't rob you."

Sicui was a little reluctant, but she listened to Gu Siwei's words again, so she reluctantly put down the plate, took a look at it and took a bite of rice, like a greedy cat.

There were a few times when Gu Siwei almost couldn't help but let her eat, but he still didn't open his mouthful, he was really afraid that something would go wrong with eating this girl.

Gu Siwei knows that people can eat now, not to mention others only to say that Liu Fulin is an old man, if you let him eat openly, he can kill at least seven normal big steamed buns, and it is not a problem to kill nine if he plays extraordinarily.

This is not Gu Siwei's bragging, but the average combat effectiveness of the strong men in the village, if it is replaced by Gu Siwei's two steamed buns, it will be in the throat.

Now the Zhuang family has no meat to eat, and if you want to carry hunger and have the strength to work, you have to cook, and the rice is carbohydrate and has no oil and water, so you naturally have to eat more.

"Drink some soup!"

Seeing that Si Cui wiped out the table except for the braised eggplant in oil, and half a plate of fried meat with green peppers, the plate was as clean as washed with water, and all the places with a little soup were wrapped in rice by Si Cui.

"I don't drink soup anymore, I'm full".

Si Cui patted her bulging little belly and burped at the same time.

"It's so good," Si Cui looked satisfied.

Gu Siwei was a little worried: "Eat less in the future, it's best to eat until you're full, if you eat too much like this, it's easy to eat a little fat man in the future."

"Isn't it good to be fat?" Si Cui was a little confused.

"It's not good to be fat, the body is ...... Forget it, it's useless to tell you that now."

Originally, I wanted to give the little girl a health education, but thinking about how thin she is now, like a large praying mantis, forget it, and wait until the girl really gets fat.

After resting for a while, Sicui got up and cleaned up the table and brushed the bowl at the same time, at this time, Gu Siwei became the shopkeeper and didn't do anything, just like he was on the bench.

Sicui worked very quickly, and the brother and sister didn't have many dishes and chopsticks to brush, so in less than five minutes, Sicui finished all the work.

So the brother and sister sat face to face under the porch at the door of the big house, and began to eat idlely.

After sitting for a while, Gu Siwei felt bored, so he asked Sicui: "Did you memorize the text that you were asked to memorize last time?" ”

"Which one?" Sicui didn't know which one his brother was talking about.

Gu Siwei didn't know which one it was, he taught it a little casually, and the texts were all 'made up' by himself, so he said: "The most recent one."

"Snow White?" Si Cui asked.

Seeing that Gu Siwei nodded, Sicui opened his mouth and recited: "A long, long time ago, there was a king who gave birth to a beautiful daughter......."

Snow White was also made up by Gu Siwei, and he knew a ghost about the specific details, so he borrowed a shelf, wrote some words, and let Sicui learn.

"Can you write?" Gu Siwei doesn't know much about Sicui's back, but Sicui's back is very smooth, so maybe the girl learned well.

"I'll do it, does my brother want me to write it silently?" Sicui's face was excited.

"Okay, let's go, let's go to the study."

Gu Siwei snapped his fingers and took Sicui to the small house in the south.

The small house was about sixty square meters, and the only thing empty was a large table like a door panel, and two small stools next to it.

With this piece of furniture, although it is a small house of about 60 square meters, it is empty and seems to have a lot of space.

Sitting down, Gu Siwei gave Sicui a notebook and a piece of paper for her to write silently.

Sicui is not very well written, and it is impossible for children who have just learned to write well, the words are not good but the writing is extremely neat, and at a glance you know that this child has worked hard.

Gu Siwei was more foolish when he was in school, Sicui didn't have the capital to fool, and he was quite serious about recognizing Sicui.

To be honest, Sicui's talent is not very good, at most it is a middle and lower qualification, but Sicui is willing to learn hard and can learn with his heart, so he makes rapid progress.

Learning this thing, as the old saying goes, a hard work is a harvest, not to mention those geniuses, for children with average qualifications like Sicui, diligence is always the most important talent.

"Yes, yes, it looks like I'm going to find you a book, and now this kind of thing really can't be used anymore."

Seeing Sicui skillfully silently reveal his ghostly things, Gu Siwei knew that he couldn't be so fooled anymore in the future.

Now there are almost no people in the village who let their children study, because everyone knows that knowledge is a good thing, but they are reluctant to send their children to study, even if they send it, it is a fool of literacy, and no one will know how important knowledge is in the future like Gu Siwei.

Sicui is willing to learn, and he also learns hard, Gu Siwei is ready to teach the Eight Classics, not only to teach literacy, but also to teach mathematics, as for geography and what is messy, Gu Siwei has no ability, of course, English can also be regarded as a subject.

Thinking about teaching Sicui, Gu Siwei began to think divergently, and while thinking, he gently tapped the table with his fingers, making a crisp knocking sound.

Sicui knew that her brother was thinking about things, and she didn't bother when she was sensible, but continued to concentrate on writing her own words, writing stroke by stroke very seriously.

After thinking about it for a while, Gu Siwei felt that there was no good way, and now send Sicui to school? Don't be kidding, how can teachers have the heart to teach now, and students don't have the heart to learn.

Unexpectedly, Gu Siwei simply didn't think about it.

"Okay, don't write, take a break, let's go back to the house and take a nap" Gu Siwei patted the table and woke up Sicui, who was immersed in practicing calligraphy.

"I'll write a little longer".

"Okay, you keep writing, I'll go back to the house and sleep for a while."

Gu Siwei stood up from the table, stretched his waist and walked out of the door of the study room, entered the main room from the corridor, entered his room, and fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

This sleep was a few hours, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw Si Cui lying on the side of his bed, looking at himself.