little love

"Song Yi, do you want to be so boring?"

Seeing that Song Yi was recording some customs of She County, New Year's customs, etc., Zhu Xiaowei looked at Song Yi like he was watching a madman.

"What do you know? If these things are sorted out, it will be a great fortune. Besides, if you know more, you will have something to say about writing essays in the future."

Zhu Xiaowei still couldn't understand what the relationship between recording these things and writing essays could be.Helpless, he had to play Song Yi's game console by himself. His father would not buy this thing for him.

Song Yi ignored him and sorted out the things he had collected these days.At the end of the semester, Song Yi went to Principal Zhang and asked him to help him send some manuscripts to newspapers and magazines in the city.In the name of Principal Zhang, but the manuscript fee received in the future will be given to Song Yi himself. The reason is: he is short of money, very short.

Song Yi is indeed short of money. He has a plan to help the family earn money. However, lacking the principal, the income of Gao Xiumei and Song Changjiang alone is far from enough, so Song Yi has no choice but to start his own business OK ----- writing.In his previous life, Song Yi supported his family by writing.

No matter how much Principal Zhang opened his mouth when he heard it, he finally agreed. He wanted to see how much surprise Song Yi could bring him. It happened that he also had an old friend working in the newspaper. As long as the writing was not too bad, should be available.He still can't imagine how in-depth articles a 10-year-old kid can write.

To write an article, besides outstanding literary talents, what else do you need? You need all kinds of in-depth materials. Only by accumulating various materials at ordinary times can you make an article stand out. Otherwise, just rely on a bunch of gorgeous Rhetoric and articles without substance are not liked by many people.

So, apart from reading books, Song Yi had another interest in his life: he went everywhere to collect customs, anecdotes and anecdotes. , Song Yi also took Zhu Xiaowei to watch it together. In She County, it is not uncommon to see dead people. It is just a custom and there is no disrespect.

For four consecutive days, Song Yi recorded everything from wearing the shroud when the old man was about to die, to raising the grave after encoffining, but if only he could ignore the way Zhu Xiaowei looked at his Mao Mao.Of course, people are not allowed to watch the first seven to seven seven, and Song Yi can only learn about the process of the ritual from his parents.

Just like now, Song Yi records some customs of the Chinese New Year. From the beginning of the twelfth lunar month to the end of the first lunar month, Song Yi slowly feels the increasingly strong end of the year, while adding some new customs to the materials every day .

Zhu Xiaowei played alone for nearly an hour, but couldn't bear the dull atmosphere, threw away the game console, and slowly flipped through Song Yi's other things.

"Damn it, Song Yi, you're still human. This winter vacation has only started for a few days, and your homework is almost done!" Zhu Xiaowei was startled.

"I have to do it early and late, don't I? I can just write it all at once. I have other things to do, and I don't have time to grind on my winter homework." Indeed, he is quite busy.In fact, what he didn't want to tell Zhu Xiaowei was that he finished the homework during the three days off after the exam, for fear of hurting Zhu Xiaowei too much.

"Song Yi, we are good buddies, why don't you borrow me to take it back? Let's try to finish our homework before the end of the year, so as not to be scolded by my mother for driving late every time school starts soon." Zhu Xiaowei said shyly. The face came.

"Don't even think about it. If there are any questions you don't know, just bring them over and let me tell you. I have already promised Auntie that I will take good care of your studies." How could Song Yi not be clear about his thoughts? .

After begging for a while, Song Yi was determined not to let go, so Zhu Xiaowei could only agree first. Anyway, when Song Yi was explaining, he could secretly copy a few questions.

Outside, Song Qing was helping Gao Xiumei to make lunch. She fried shredded pork with green peppers, garlic and green vegetables, cooked clam meat tofu soup, mixed with radish, and the meal was complete. Song Changjiang was still in the small shop Look, the business has been very good these past few days, and it's too late to come back at noon. Song Qing has already packed a lunch box and will send it over later.When eating, Zhu Xiaowei took it for granted that he stayed to eat. Anyway, there was no one at home, and there was no food to eat when he went back.

After eating, Zhu Xiaowei rushed home to get his homework, while Song Yi went back to his room to conceive the content of the article. Before that, Song Yi had already written several manuscripts, and was still in the process of polishing them, planning to write a few more. Give it to Principal Zhang when school starts.Regarding the road to go in the future, Song Yi has not seriously thought about it. If there is no accident, Song Yi intends to follow the old road, but he does not want to be an unknown little author like before, and the money he earns is only Enough to support his family and live another life, Song Yi has enough time to enrich his writing skills, he wants to --- climb to the top.

In the afternoon, I tutored Zhu Xiaowei with his homework. By the way, he interrupted countless times his thoughts of trying to steal the homework, and after revising the article he had just written, he took Zhu Xiaowei out. Today, I want steamed buns at home.

The steamer used for steaming buns is borrowed from an old carpenter’s house. Usually, people around borrow them from them. When returning them, just put a dozen buns in the steamer. Therefore, the old carpenter’s house never uses steamed buns for Chinese New Year. Bun's.The noodles used to make the buns were made by Song Changjiang last night. Kneading the noodles in a half-person-high vat is a laborious task. Every year, Song Changjiang reconciles on the first night. Put it in the kitchen and cover it with a quilt , wake up all night, and the next afternoon can be packed.

In the kitchen, the three aunts and six aunts around have come to help. The busy eating and drinking during the Chinese New Year, isn’t it that I will help you today and you will help me tomorrow.The people in the room, who are in charge of kneading the dough, are in charge of rolling the skin, bagging, steaming, and taking out of the cage, each perform their own duties, chatting about the family's shortcomings, and the work in hand is not slow at all, but for these, Song Yi, Song Qing and the others were just helping to watch the fire and handing things around.

In the small kitchen, there is steam, laughter and laughter, and there are bursts of fragrance from the steamer from time to time.After a while, the first cage of steamed buns came out of the pot, everyone put down their work, and took a taste. The Song family first made stuffed cabbage and pork, and later there will be stuffed with fungus vermicelli and eggs. This is Song Yi's strong request of.

After tasting it, they all said that the face was awakened well, and the alkali was just right. Song's mother was beaming when she heard it, and she went back to praise his family's Song Changjiang, which made her more face every year.Of course, Song Yi and Zhu Xiaowei don't have such professional criteria for judging, as long as they are delicious.A group of people finished packing almost after dark, and Mama Song also smiled and promised to help someone else's house tomorrow.

In the evening, when Dad Song came back, Gao Xiumei proudly conveyed everyone's evaluation today. Song Changjiang knew that his wife was praising him, but he could understand it in this way. Of course, he ate steamed buns at night. Listening to Song Changjiang talking about selling them again today How many things have been bought, the family is very happy.