When the pears are green

When Song Li and Jiang Qingzhou returned home, Jiang Qingye had already prepared lunch.

After dinner, Song Li took Jiang Qingzhou to see the rain curtain she and Jiang Qingye made. Jiang Qingzhou looked at Song Li, who was asking for praise, and smiled, touched her head, and said, "Xiao Li and Qingye are both great!"

Song Li was so happy that she told Jiang Qingzhou about building a shed for the chickens. Song Li thought Jiang Qingzhou would laugh at her, but Jiang Qingzhou thought about it seriously and said to her, "Then build a shed for the chickens. It might be warmer and they can lay more eggs."

Seeing that the wind in the yard was getting stronger and stronger, Jiang Qingzhou refused Song Li and Jiang Qingye's help. He asked Song Li to continue sewing cotton clothes in the house, and asked Jiang Qingye to recite the poems that Song Li taught him in the house.

After an afternoon of hard work, the shack was finally built.

Before going to bed, Jiang Qingzhou prepared everything for tomorrow's visit to the Song family. He put the pork he had bought into the basket and the dried vegetables into the backpack.

"Qingzhou, let Qingye go tomorrow. He will be bored at home alone." Song Li said as she helped Jiang Qingzhou put the dried vegetables away.

Although Jiang Qingzhou felt that it was a little inappropriate for Jiang Qingye to go to the Song family, Song Li took the initiative to bring it up, so he agreed.

Although the weather was still a bit cold the next day, fortunately, not only did the wind stop, but the sun also came out.

Jiang Qingzhou was afraid that Song Li and Jiang Qingye would catch a cold, so he waited until the weather was a little warmer before taking them out from home.

The three of them walked and stopped along the way, and it took about an hour and a half to reach Wuzhuang Village.

Song Li stood at the door of the Song family. She suppressed her inner excitement and knocked on the gate lightly.

After Zhang opened the door, she saw Song Li, Jiang Qingzhou and Jiang Qingye. She excitedly pulled Song Li over and quickly let the three of them in.

"Master, come out quickly, Xiaoli is back." Zhang shouted loudly towards the main room.

After hearing Zhang's voice, Song Yue, Song Xing and Song Changhe all ran out of the house in a hurry.

Song Yue hugged Song Li excitedly, Song Xing took Jiang Qingye's hand and asked him to see the new things he had made, and Song Changhe politely led Jiang Qingzhou into the main room.

Zhang and Song Yue took Song Li's hand and went to Song Yue's room.

Song Li asked Zhang: "Mom, I just saw that Dad has gained some weight since he came back from labor service. I was shocked when I saw him. He has lost too much weight."

After hearing what Song Li said, Zhang said to her with red eyes: "Xiao Li, thank you so much Qing Zhou. I still don't dare to think about how they looked when they came back. It was no different from when they came back from famine."

Song Li and Song Yue comforted Zhang again. Zhang calmed down a bit, then smiled and said to Song Li, "Xiao Li, I'll go boil water and cook for you."

Song Li handed the pork and some dried vegetables to Zhang and said, "Mother, these dried vegetables were dried by Qingzhou according to the method his mother taught him. They are delicious and can be used to stew meat, make dumplings, and make steamed buns."

After Zhang took it, she praised Jiang Qingzhou: "Qingzhou is such a diligent child, he can even do this. Mother will make it for you later and let everyone have a taste."

Song Li said she wanted to help Zhang with cooking. Zhang smiled and said, "You and Xiaoyue haven't seen each other for a long time. You two can talk. Mom is busy." After that, Zhang went to the kitchen.

After Zhang left, Song Li handed the dried vegetables she had weighed in advance to Song Yue and said to her, "Yueyue, these dried vegetables are complicated to prepare. You should give them to the Wu family and say it's a thank-you gift to Mr. Wu."

After hearing this, Song Yue hugged Song Li and whispered, "Sister is still so good to me."

Song Li smiled and patted Song Yue on the back. Song Yue let go of Song Li, let Song Li see her newly embroidered handkerchief, and told Song Li about Lingling.

While holding the handkerchief, Song Li was thinking in her heart. She had never met the owner of Hu's Restaurant, but she heard from Jiang Qingzhou that he was a young man in his twenties. She hoped that Lingling could meet a good man.

Song Li slowly put down the handkerchief and then handed it to Song Yue.

Song Yue took out a booklet from under the pillow and showed it to Song Li.

Song Li flipped through it and found a handwritten enlightenment book that Jiang Qingzhou bought from Weijuemeng Bookstore. She smiled and asked, "Yueyue, did Xiaoxing give it to you?"

Song Yue nodded, happily opened the first page and read it to Song Li.

Although Song Yue's reading was not fluent, every word was correct. Song Li asked again: "Yueyue, did Xiaoxing teach you?"

"Minghui taught me. Xiaoxing learns faster than me. Whenever I encounter something I don't know, I ask Xiaoxing." Song Yue said with a smile.

"Then I have to thank Minghui very much. Let's go help mother cook." After Song Li said this, she handed the booklet in her hand to Song Yue.

Song Yue put the book under the pillow again. She held Song Li's hand and said as they walked, "I embroidered all the patterns drawn by Mr. Li for Minghui. Minghui likes it very much."

"Yueyue did the right thing. Minghui and we have no relationship at all. She helped us, so we should also learn to repay her kindness." After Song Li finished speaking, he touched Song Yue's head.

When Zhang saw the Song Li sisters coming in, she wanted to ask them to leave, but Song Li shook Zhang's arm and said coquettishly, "Mom, I finally came back once, and I want to talk to you more. I haven't cooked with you for a long time."

Zhang had no choice but to ask the Song Li sisters to help her cook.

Here, after Song Xing took Jiang Qingye to see his new item, Jiang Qingye praised Song Xing and then wrote the five words "Song Xing is awesome" on the ground.

Song Xing saw that Jiang Qingye's handwriting was very beautiful, and he said enviously: "Qingye, your handwriting is really beautiful."

Jiang Qingye wrote "When a man is born, his nature is good." on the ground again, then smiled and said to Song Xing: "Xiaoxing, my handwriting was not very good at first, so my brother asked me to practice writing on the ground frequently, and then it gradually became better. I remember my brother said that he taught you to write your own name, can you still write it?"

"Of course, I'll write it down for you right now." After Song Xing said that, he wrote his name on the ground with his hand.

Jiang Qingye took a look and said, "Xiaoxing's handwriting is OK, but you need more practice. My brother said he bought you an enlightenment book, have you read it?"

"Of course I read it. Minghui taught me." Song Xing said to Jiang Qingye with a blush.

Jiang Qingye didn't understand why Song Xing blushed, so he read the poem that Song Li taught him to Song Xing. Song Xing stared at Jiang Qingye with wide eyes, and Jiang Qingye taught him word by word.

"You can recite it every night before going to bed, so you won't forget it easily. I can't write yet, but when I learn how to write, I'll write it on the ground for you, so you won't be afraid of forgetting it." After Jiang Qingye finished speaking, they both laughed.

Song Xing recited it to Jiang Qingye twice again, and Jiang Qingye nodded with satisfaction.

Jiang Qingye took out the sandbags and cloth strips he had prepared in advance. He tied the cloth strips to the locust tree in the backyard of the Song family, and stood three meters away to show Song Xing his excellent sandbag throwing skills, which he never missed.

Song Xing tried it, and although he was able to hit the cloth strip a few times, he was not as good as Jiang Qingye's 100% accuracy, so he was a little discouraged.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingye comforted Song Xing and said, "Xiaoxing, it took me three or four days to achieve this. I'll leave the sandbags and cloth strips here for you. You can do it if you practice a few more times."

Song Xing hastily refused: "If you stay here, how will you practice? I see you like it very much."

"I begged my sister-in-law to do it for me again, and she will definitely agree. When my sister-in-law comes next time, I will come with her. How about we compete?" Jiang Qingye was like an expert fisherman, slowly fishing up the little fish Song Xing.

Song Xing looked at the cloth strips and sandbags, then looked at Jiang Qingye, and said, "Okay, let's see who is more powerful between the two of us."

"However, when the time comes, we won't compete in the three-meter distance. Let's compete in the five-meter distance. How about that?" Jiang Qingye showed a cunning look in his eyes.

Song Xing nodded and high-fived Jiang Qingye as an oath.

Jiang Qingye retracted his right hand and continued, "I run around the yard at home twenty times every day. I have great physical strength and I can definitely beat you."

"Then I'll run thirty laps. I don't believe I can't beat you." Song Xing gritted his teeth and hit back at Jiang Qingye.

The two children played in the backyard for a while until Song Li called them to eat.

Everyone was eating the dried vegetables stewed with pork made by Zhang, and they all praised the dried vegetables made by Jiang Qingzhou for being delicious.

On the way back to Jiangjia Village, Jiang Qingye said to Song Li, "Sister-in-law, I told Xiaoxing everything we agreed on before, and he said he wanted to compete with me."

Song Li smiled and said to Jiang Qingye: "Thank you so much Qingye, I believe you can beat Xiaoxing."

After hearing this, Jiang Qingye smiled and ran away.

Jiang Qingzhou looked at Jiang Qingye's back and said to Song Li with a smile: "Xiaoxing would definitely be sad if she knew."

"No, that's what I said to Xiaoxing too." Song Li explained with a smile.

"My lady, what a good plan! How did you know that Xiaoxing would compete with Qingye?" Jiang Qingzhou said, scratching Song Li's nose.

Song Li thought about it, and she shook Jiang Qingzhou's arm and said, "Of course it depends on the inexplicable desire to win between children, my husband."