continuation [farming]

Once the corn was harvested, Xia He was free.

Although it is said that he still needs to start writing about the method of growing corn, at the beginning, Xia He thought with some contempt, isn't it just a matter of writing a few words, it won't take much time.He originally wanted to go to the town to find a part-time job, even if he had to work hard, anyway, he had nothing else, but he had a lot of strength.But Zhang Shiyi refused to say anything, let him stay at home, and gave him a look, saying: "Your father is going to starve you to death before you work! Write about your stuff!" .”

Xia He had no choice but to tidy up the dilapidated study, bored in the study, with a blank sheet of paper spread out in front of him, a pen in his hand, and began to lose his mind.

It is said that I want to write a book, but it is easy to think, but it is not so simple to do it.Xia He dryly wrote a page, and after listing everything that he thought should be explained, he felt that there was nothing to add.

Xia He flipped through a few travel notes and miscellaneous books left by Li Mu, compared with his own, and felt that he should quote the classics, explain the origin and appearance of the corn, and how it got into his hands, and then describe the happiness The scenery of the village, and finally how to cultivate corn.Although the appearance of Anle Village is really nothing to write about in Xia He's eyes, it is only used to make the book appear thicker, and it is not of much use.

Following the gourd painting, Xia He dawdled for a month, and after completing the second manuscript, Zhengzhi was satisfied, and read it again from the beginning, but felt that what he had written was stinky and long, without half the literary talent, and it was too late. Not on the previous piece of paper.

Originally thinking that this matter would be easy and free, and that he could do it with a division of labor, Xia He, who was thinking about how to write when he came back at night, finally felt that what Zhang Shiyi said was right.In the few months before Li Mu came back, he should concentrate on this.

Except for occasionally going to Li's house to bring little Jinbao over to play for a day, Xia He locked herself in the study, rarely working hard.

Zhang Shiyi looked relieved, but also a little sad.

Lan Niang was very happy: "Our family, Xia He, is finally sensible."

"Hmph." Zhang Shixi said, "If we spend half of our efforts on the Four Books and Five Classics, our family might be able to produce a scholar next year."

"Okay, let him do what he wants to do." Lan Niang immediately said yes.

Zhang Shixi shut his mouth resentfully, why did he feel that Lan Niang's elbow seemed to be turning towards Xia He more and more?

Xia He crumpled the white paper that was written on the front, and was about to throw it away, but reluctantly, she unfolded it page by page.Although I felt that what I had written was vulgar and could not bear to read it again, I still bit the bullet and read it carefully twice before starting to write for the third time.This time, Xia He wrote even more slowly, and sometimes couldn't write more than a dozen words a day.Although the progress was anxious, Zhang Shixi felt relieved after going to see it once.

On the contrary, Lan Niang was surprised, and asked him: "I thought you would dislike Xia He and be lazy again."

"Spend a quarter of an hour every day, write two strokes, and put them aside. It is still different from spending a whole day on this, but only write two strokes." Zhang Shixi Explain in this way, "Who can write a book and pass it on, doesn't he have to carefully consider every word? Words are like jade, which needs to be carefully carved."

Lan Niang was taken aback, didn't Xia He only intend to write a method of growing corn, how did it become a book and biography?

But Zhang Shixi touched his purse. Last time, in order to change Xia He's household registration, he wanted to give money to someone, but he couldn't give it out. He didn't mind the money, and gave Xia He a pen and paper instead.

The busy days always go by very quickly, suddenly one day, Xia He opened the door and found that it was snowing outside.

He quickly got up and grabbed the broom in the yard to sweep the snow.Both Lan Niang and Zhang Shiyi's bodies are not very good, it would be bad if they fell.When Lan Niang got up, she saw that the yard had been swept clean, and Xia He's face and hands were red, as if she had been frozen, and said, "Come in and sit down! Mom will boil it for you!" Drink ginger soup. Why don’t you wear more clothes when you go out when it’s snowing?”

"It's okay, mother, I'm fine." Xia He chuckled.

There is still one and a half months before the Chinese New Year, and Li Mu delivered his fourth letter when the first snow fell.

This time it was even just four words: "I will return, don't read it."

Xia He hurriedly hid the letter under her pillow, thinking, how could she not read it, this kind of insincere polite words, only those literati love to talk about it.If you want him to say, if you like it, you like it, and if you miss it, you miss it.

Xia He was thinking about Li Mu, and suddenly lost his mind this day, and wrote on the paper: "Brother Mu, I miss you."

It happened that Zhang Shiyi saw it.

The father became angry again: "What god did you think you were working hard, I knew you wouldn't last for a few days!"

Xia He hurriedly regained consciousness, and then saw what he had written, quickly pressed the paper at the bottom, and handed the manuscript in front of Zhang Shiyi to prove that he hadn't been lazy all the time: "Father, look at me written!"

Zhang Shiyi is concerned about Xia He's progress. Every day when Xia He goes to sleep, he will sneak in and watch carefully with a lamp in his hand. He doesn't know that Xia He has really put in effort these days. It was just an angry talk.Seeing Xia He's unconvinced look, Zhang Shixi snorted: "The writing is not bad, it's your handwriting that looks like a dog, can you practice well?"

Xia He's handwriting is shapeless and boneless, and it's okay to draw a branch on the sand table, but once she starts to use a pen, it's like lying on the paper one by one, Zhang Shishi and Li Mu are not used to it, but There is no way to make him change completely.

Xia He had no choice but to gather her things back and ignore Zhang Shiyi.

After staying by Xia He's side for a while, Zhang Shixi suddenly sighed and said, "Oh, that's fine, it's dad who's sorry for you."

Xia He was taken aback for a moment, completely unaware why Zhang Shiyi would say such words suddenly.

But Zhang Shixi was thinking in his heart, if the Zhang family hadn't suffered any disaster, then Xia He and his three siblings should have grown up happily in the southern city where the seasons are like spring, so that each of their ten fingers would not be touched by the sun and spring water, and they would be rich and wealthy. On the ground, you only need to read and embroider every day, and you don’t have to be busy in the stove and the fields. When you become adults, you should have a good marriage. You don’t need the other party’s wealth, at least if you have a scholarly family.If at that time, Xia He didn't need to pretend to be a woman, and he probably wouldn't have confused himself, and finally fell in love with a man.

It's a pity, it's a pity, good luck tricks people.

Zhang Shixi shook his head, left an inexplicable sentence, and walked out with his hands behind his back, leaving only Xia He, wondering what he was feeling.

Perhaps it was because Zhang Shiyi disliked him that day. Before Li Mu came back, Xia He copied the manuscript that he had altered many times.

After it was bound into a volume, it was only a thin volume, the name had not yet been decided, so it was empty there, but one time when Jin Bao came to play, when Xia He was showing off with this illiterate little doll, he didn't pay attention, and Jin Bao pressed a little on it. handprint.

Xia He received the fifth letter again, this time only a date was written on it, and what the date was not even mentioned.But Xia He felt joy in his heart, he knew that this was the date of Li Mu's return.

On that day, Xia He specially kept the door open, not wanting to miss the slightest sound at the door.

Lan Niang was still scolding him: "Even if the second son-in-law really wants to go to Raonan today, he will be the first one to go back to his home. What are you looking forward to doing now?"

"Maybe he will come over right away." Xia He said, "Maybe he will come here with Jin Bao in his arms."

Unexpectedly, Xia He guessed it right, so Li Mu went home, and after seeing his old mother, he planned to come to the Zhang family.Jin Bao's ears were sharp, and when he heard that Li Mu was coming to find his uncle, he immediately hugged Li Mu's thigh, as if he would not let go if Li Mu refused to take him.

Seeing Jin Bao's determined expression, Li Mu couldn't resist, so he had to hug the doll together.

Jin Bao was happy now, and kissed Li Mu on the cheek.

Mrs. Li laughed and said: "Look at this child, just now he saw that his father came back and he wasn't very close. When he heard that he was going to see Xia He, he started to curry favor with you."

Jin Bao's eyeballs were rolling, but he refused to look at Li Mu.

Li Mu was actually quite disappointed, but considering that Jin Bao was still so young and he was often not at home, it was normal for the little baby to have a birth share with him.I can only stay for a few more years, and when I can return to the field, I will teach this child well.

Holding his baby in his arms, Li Mu rushed to Zhang's house.

Seeing that Li Mu really came, Lan Niang was stunned for a moment, and immediately went to prepare some more meals.

Xia He listened from a distance, and shouted happily: "Brother Mu!"

He smiled like the warmest sun in this cold winter.

Li Mu wanted to open his arms and hug him in his arms, but he was hindered by Lan Niang's presence and a half-grown baby in his arms.

Xia He didn't have so many scruples, and hugged Jin Bao and Li Mu together.Seeing that Jin Bao immediately put his cool little hand on Xia He's neck, and leaned against Xia He, Xia He picked him up.

"Yeah, why is Jinbao so cold? Let's go, let's go into the house, there's a stove inside." Xia He was about to leave.

Li Mu brushed Xia He's earlobe with his fingertips, but he only felt the chill on Xia He's body, and said: "Xia He, don't be cold, I brought you a big fur cloak." He dug it out from the car behind him, put it on Xia He, and wrapped Xia He in a fluffy way.

"Ah, Second Young Master can't buy such a valuable thing for Xia He!" Lan Niang turned her head to look, and hurriedly said yes.

"No problem, mother-in-law and father-in-law also have them. The furs in Qingyang are cheaper than in our town." Li Mu explained yes.He was thinking about Xia He's lack of men's clothing for winter, so he specially bought a lot. In order not to be so obtrusive, he prepared some for himself, Mrs. Li, Aunt Lin, and Zhang's couple.

Only Li Mu's body looks similar to Xia He's. Lan Niang knew it in her heart when she saw it.

This second son-in-law really cares about Xia He.Alas, it would be great if Xia He was really the third daughter.