The new book of the burning prairie star

No one was at home. Yang Biao walked into the main room, lifted the earthenware jar on the table with both hands, poured the water into the bowl beside him, then put down the jar, picked up the bowl and drank it in big gulps. After drinking, he put down the bowl, went to his room to change out of his long gown, put on a linen short shirt, walked to the gate of the courtyard and closed the fence, then strode towards his own fields.

Under the shade of the trees beside the field, a barefoot, dirty little girl with a sad look sat there, sitting there motionless, very much like Shirley Temple. Although she was in rags, her clear eyes still radiated spirit, and she seemed very smart and had a sense of maturity that did not match her age. This little girl was Qian Xiang from Uncle San's family. She was probably scolded by Aunt San again. Seven-year-old children also had to follow adults to harvest in the fields, and younger children picked up the fallen ones. Farmers' children grew up like this, not as happy as modern children. Not to mention other families, my own nine-year-old son was fed by my grandmother most of the time. Hey, hey, hey, why did I think of my child again? Maybe I can't go back. I suddenly remembered Su Dongpo's "Ding Fengbo": Don't listen to the sound of leaves being beaten in the forest, why not chant and walk slowly. A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who is afraid? A raincoat will protect you in the rain.

When the spring breeze awakens, it is slightly cold, but the hilltop is shining obliquely. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind, rain or sunshine when I return.

Su Dongpo was demoted all his life, but he was still so open-minded and optimistic. It makes no sense that he, who has always been smooth sailing, could not see through these things. Life is full of hardships, with winds at one time and rains at another.

Tagur said, if you cry when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.

I have come through, what else can I do but face it calmly? I have decided to live well with this body!

"Qian Xiang," Yang Biao called out as he took out a hairband from his arms and handed it to the little girl. The little girl immediately ran over happily, calling out "Third brother is so nice," and took the hairband from him, then ran to her friends with it in her hand to show off loudly. Yang Biao looked at a group of children chattering around Qian Xiang, and couldn't help laughing: children's happiness is so simple! Then he turned his eyes to the male members of the Yang family who were busy in the fields, picked up the sickle that Qian Xiang had placed at the edge of the field, walked into the field, bent down, opened his left hand to grab a handful of rice stalks, cut them off with his right hand with the sickle, put them behind him, and then kept repeating this action until it got dark. Then he heard Yang Dashan's voice ringing in his ears: "Brother Biao is gone, go home for dinner!"

"Okay, grandpa." Yang Biao put down the rice in his hand and wiped the sweat off his head with his raised left arm.

"Let's go home." Yang Li smiled and put his arm around Yang Biao's thin shoulders affectionately. Everyone in the Yang family walked home together.

Zhang and Wang had returned home half an hour ago to prepare dinner. They were now busy in the kitchen putting out a dinner of rice mixed with beans in a large wooden basin. They wiped the pot with oily gauze, poured the beans into the pot and stir-fried them twice, then poured in water to boil.

"Grandma, Mom, is the meal ready? We are all hungry!" Uncle's youngest son Yang Ping'an started shouting from far away from home.

"Little bastard!" Zhang and Wang laughed and scolded in unison when they heard the child's cry.

As they were talking, Yang Ping'an had already rushed into the yard and picked up a small wooden basin. Wang quickly picked up half of the gourd and scooped water from the water tank into the wooden basin held by her youngest son. With a smile on her face, the child washed the mud off his hands and feet, then took off a torn cloth on her shoulders and wiped the water off her youngest son's face. "I'll do it myself, mother, you take a break." Yang Ping'an took the cloth and wiped the water off his face and hands. When he saw Yang Dashan and his group coming over here, he quickly scooped water from the water tank. After everyone cleaned up, they went to the main hall to wait for dinner.

"Brother Biao, did everything go well when you went to the town to hand in the copied books today?" Zhang asked as she distributed food to everyone.

"Well, grandma, the bookstore owner gave me two hundred coins and I also took back two books to copy." Yang Biao quickly stood up and took the meal handed to him by Zhang with both hands.

"You can make money quickly by copying books! And you can keep it away from the wind and rain." Yang Ping'an looked envious.

"Yes, now you know that studying is better. Why did you two brothers refuse to study at the beginning?" Wang was really disappointed with them!

Yang Ping'an saw his parents glaring at him angrily, so he shrank his neck, quickly buried his head in eating, and hunched his body to the same level as the dining table to reduce his presence.