"Nag nag!" After breakfast the next day, I officially went to feed the pigs, carrying the pig food bucket one by one, constantly summoning more than a dozen pigs of all sizes, adding pig food to the pig trough, busy and happy, especially fresh and fun. The pigs are very happy to eat, and they keep looking up to greet us warmly, thank you! The food was good and tasted good. I looked at the few piglets newly bought by the brigade a few days ago, and I was a little anxious, when can I grow up, they are not fat, I have to think about how to let them grow up quickly, and become fat quickly, we have a long way to go in the future.

The pig farm starts at 8 o'clock in the morning and finishes at 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and at the end of the day, feeding the pigs (including preparing pig food) for about five hours, so that you can free up almost general time for college entrance examination review, which is enough. After a few months, the piglets have grown up and are fed like the big pigs (the big pigs are fed three times a day, and the piglets are usually doubled), which will save time and save more time for revision. However, the college entrance examination is almost coming, so we still have to seize the time to review now, seize the day, and dare not slack off. We are now burdened with a double burden, not only to feed the pigs well, but also to review well. For the first time, I felt the pressure.

Two days later, after lunch, when I went back to the dormitory to take a break, I met the secretary of the Youth League and happened to find me, saying that the commune wanted all villages to seize the time to organize performances, and prepare to participate in the whole commune art show competition at the beginning of next month (December), and screen the outstanding programs to participate in the county's art show in early December. As soon as I heard it, I agreed, engaging in performances is our strength, quite literary and artistic expertise, absolutely inherited my mother's literary and artistic genes, I think we were in a middle school but a fire, in the county is also famous, singing, dancing and laughing omnipotent, there have been many people, including my mother suggested that I apply for the art college, said that I was guaranteed to be able to get in, but my father disagreed, saying that it is not appropriate for a man to treat literature and art as a career, mother-in-law and mother's, no big production (interest), can only do hobbies, it is better to engage in some high-tech occupations (hehe, He didn't look down on male actors at all) For example, he engaged in creation, and grabbed my "soft underbelly", he knew that I loved literature and wrote well, which was up to him, he was the "chief" secretary of the county party committee back then, a pen, and it just so happened that I coincided with my father's concepts, so I chose to take the liberal arts college entrance examination, hoping to be admitted to the university's Chinese department and become a writer.

Participating in this show has great benefits, naturally you can contact Ling Furong more, she is not only the pillar of the village, but also the literary backbone of the commune, of course, she will participate in this commune performance, it is very likely to represent the commune to participate in the county's literary and artistic performance, and we are confident that we will also go with her.

Now, in mid-November, there are still about 20 days left before the commune performance competition, and the time is tight and the task is heavy, and the brigade must go all out to prepare for the program.

Just a few days after feeding the pigs, about to leave the pigsty, to be honest, I was really a little reluctant, as soon as I thought of the pig's kind and eager eyes and kind and simple demeanor, I was moved, I thought, pigs are the same, I feel that I am happier than people; Also, the rehearsal program will affect my review, how can there be such a simple thing in the pigsty, after feeding the pigs, the rest of the time is at my own disposal without any interference. Alas~~ For the honor of the brigade, I can only make some sacrifices.

Three days later, there was the sound of singing, dancing, and laughing from the rehearsal program in the brigade hall, and my voice was the highest.

Because I was busy feeding pigs and rehearsing programs all day long, I haven't visited Ling Furong for a few days, and it is estimated that my feet and neck are better and I can walk normally, and I guess I have started to rehearse the program in the village. I can only take the time to go to Lingjiahezi.

"Hey, I said, Fuhai, let's go see Ling Furong together, see if her foot injury is healed, and by the way, let's talk about the show." No, Hao Xiao thought of it for me, at noon, I just put down the dishes and chopsticks, and before I left the dinner table, he came to my grandfather's house to look for me.

"Okay! Let's go. As I spoke, I stood up and went with him to Lingjiahezi.

The two of us almost trotted all the way to Ling Furong's house. I feel that Hao Xiao seems to be more excited than us, and has been talking about Ling Furong, and I stepped into the threshold of her house first, I can't cry or laugh behind my back, this kid is obviously noisy, but I am not jealous at all, Hao Xiao is a pure man, the key is a person with a wife. Hey, look at what I'm thinking.

Speaking of vinegar, there's a hiccup. When I went home with Fu Rong from the widow with a good vinegar that day, I was a little excited, I took the vinegar bottle, jumped across the threshold when I was a child, and accidentally tripped over the threshold, the person did not fall, but the bottle was thrown out, and I saw a parabola volley crossed in the air, and the vinegar bottle fell to the wall.

But after the two of us turned to the wall, we were happy, and the vinegar bottle was hanging on the branch of the pomegranate tree behind the wall, but fortunately, I was idle before, and I couldn't untie the red rope tied around the mouth and neck of the vinegar bottle for a long time, and the Qin widow tied it too tightly.

But then, happy again, the vinegar bottle is high, out of reach, the branches of the pomegranate tree are too small, can't climb, can't bear our weight, can only climb the wall, this is our strength, I came to the wall, stretched out my hand to grab the wall, jumped up.

I didn't want to, I didn't wait to straighten up when I climbed up the wall, and I heard Ling Zongzhen applaud, "Okay!" Good skills, flying eaves and walking on the wall, this is. Fu Rong couldn't laugh on the side.

"Hehe," I laughed, "it's over!" Uncle, I can't get along with the cornices. "Let him see how to climb the wall.

I then easily plucked the vinegar bottle from the branch and handed it to Ling Zongzhen.

Ling Zongzhen found out that the vinegar bottle had been changed at a glance, and after learning the origin, he smiled and said, It is rare for Widow Qin to be generous.

Straight to the point.

"-Furong!" As soon as I walked into the yard, Hao Xiao shouted, I secretly laughed to myself, and the kid stole the limelight again.

"—Hey! Come on! Fu Rong's response immediately came from the pot house, and the sound was no less than Hao Xiao.

Hey, these two are singing and harmonizing, so there's nothing wrong with us.

Fu Rong walked out in an instant, her movements were extremely sharp, she didn't use crutches, and her feet were finally neat.

Hao Xiao rushed forward again.