Back home to start a farm

Time came to November in a blink of an eye. Those children in the village who were in elementary and junior high schools had just passed the midterm exam. Basically, the next day, the exam results were graded and distributed to the parents in the village.

In the past, at this time in the village, a few families were happy and most were worried, but this time it was a little different. Basically, every family with children smelled like meat, and even the voice of educating children disappeared.

It may be that the food in the village is so good that feeding each child makes them smarter, or it may be that the learning materials that Quda received from Mr. Wang, who was fishing at that time, played a role. After all, many villagers bought according to the list. Or make a copy.

Anyway, no matter what, the grades of the children in this final exam have improved, and many children's progress can be said to be quite obvious.

On the Saturday just after the mid-term exam, children from elementary school and junior high school in the village above the third grade all ran to the farm. When they came, they saw the snowball playing happily in the grass, and immediately cheered and surrounded the past, making them look at it from the sidelines. Qu Deyun and Zhang Yun are both funny and sad.

It was inevitable that they would be envious of other people's dolls, but both of them acquiesced in the matter of Qu Chi and Qin Shi, and they were not the kind of people who would contradict their promises.Greedy eyes are greedy eyes, you have to adjust your mentality, and don't make the whole family unhappy.

When Qu Chi and Qin Shi came down from the mountain in a full tricycle, Qu Deyun and Zhang Yun started to move, clapping their hands at the children to attract their attention: "The children are assembled, come and gather !"

The children reluctantly said goodbye to Snowball, and then quickly became excited about the work to be done later, and followed the two to the courtyard inside the staff dormitory, where a drain and water pipes were built on the side of the courtyard.

"Okay, you all know what our job is today?" Zhang Yun said softly when he saw these children were happy.

"Drying persimmons!"

"Make persimmons!"

The children responded enthusiastically.

Before they came here, Qu Chi first discussed with the parents to get their consent. Whenever a child heard about it from their parents, it would immediately spread to all the children in the village, so now everyone knew the answer.

After a large number of persimmons were on the market, it was time to dry the persimmon cakes. Qu Chi hadn't been very active recently, so he didn't agree with Meng Fan and Zhang Wenbin's idea of ​​setting up a persimmon drying activity for tourists.Thinking of the children in the village who were immersed in their studies during this time, Qu Chi simply asked them to come over, so as to relax and help.

"Do you know what to do first?"

"I know, you have to wash the persimmons first."

Next to them, Qu Chi and Qin Shi lifted the baskets full of persimmons out of the car, and after hearing the lively voices of the children, they smiled and said, "If you know, roll up your sleeves and get ready to start working."

"Here we come." This group of half-sized children all ran over and put the baskets of persimmons in front of the faucet as well.

Meng Fan and Zhang Wenbin, holding thermos cups in their hands, were waiting for them at the door, and they would take care of them while handling persimmons with the children.

"When you wash it, try to clean it for me. I can't break off the special wood left on the persimmons. If you break it off, your wages will be deducted." Qu Chi walked around the children, giggling. exhorted.

A child held a green persimmon in his hand and muttered curiously, "This persimmon is different from the one on my tree."

"Brother Qu Chi's food is always more delicious." A child next to him replied, slobbering while talking.

Zhang Yun, who was sitting next to him, heard the two of them chatting, and chatted with the children with a smile: "Apart from the taste, is there any difference between the persimmons you wash and the persimmons in the village? If you answer correctly, you will be rewarded."

"I know that the persimmons in the village are red and soft. This persimmon is yellow and hard. It is the crisp persimmon that my grandfather sent last time. That one is not as delicious as the one in our village."

"No, these persimmons are yellow and hard when they are not ripe, and Qu Chi's persimmons are also red and soft after they are ripe."

"Obviously the shape is different. The persimmons in the village are round and flat, while these persimmons are long and pointy at the bottom."

"You answered correctly, ask Brother Qu Chi to write it down for you, remember to ask him for a reward when you finish the work." Zhang Yun smiled and touched the top of the girl who answered correctly. Seeing that the girl's hair was loose, he went back to the room to find a comb and Rubber bands give her a loose braid.

The persimmons used to make persimmon cakes should be selected from immature ones, which are still hard enough for children to wash.The big guys can still chat while cleaning, and they work and play with Qu Chi every day during the summer vacation. Not only are they not afraid of strangers, but they also work very carefully.

After these persimmons are cleaned, the outer layer of skin of the persimmons should be peeled off.

Although Qu Chi specially prepared a useful peeler, and the children who came to help him were all above the third grade, but in order to ensure safety, the work of peeling persimmons should be handed over to junior high school children and primary school children. Tie strings to the peeled persimmons, and then hang the stringed persimmons on bamboo stands.

"Bamboo frame?" The children turned their eyes to the bamboo frame in the yard. Two finger-thick bamboo poles were fixed with ropes to form a high frame. Some children who had seen their family drying persimmon cakes asked curiously, "My mother The dried persimmon cakes are different, she put them on the table to dry."

"After they are done, they are all persimmon cakes, but one is placed to dry, and the other is hung to dry. If you are curious, you can go home and try the two drying methods, and taste the difference after drying."

"Brother Qu Chi, don't you use two drying methods for your persimmons?"

"Well, then I'll dry some of both, and I'll call you over to help when it's done."

"Help eat?"

"It's to help with the work, but you can choose to pay persimmon cakes."

"Okay, you must call us when the time comes."

During the busy summer vacation, the children in the village understood the relationship between giving and giving back, and got used to using various contributions in exchange for what they wanted. Parents were surprised that they had grown up a lot and became more patient. After that, he was even more willing to let his children come to play with Qu Chi.

Brushing and brushing, the clean persimmon skins will fall off the persimmons after the peeling knife passes by, and fall into the bamboo basket placed on the ground.After one persimmon is peeled, it will be passed from one clean big hand to another clean small hand, and then the T-shaped branches specially left on the persimmon pedicle will be wrapped with white strings, and finally stringed into persimmon strings and hung on the bamboo stand .

At the beginning, the children's movements were still a bit unfamiliar, especially for tying the rope. The adults had to teach them how to fasten and tighten the rope first. The progress was very slow at the beginning, but the children became more and more proficient before finishing one third of the rope. , the speed has increased by more than two times.

When all the persimmons are hung on the bamboo racks, they are like a string of yellow lanterns, filling the entire yard in rows, which not only brings a sense of beauty, but also brings a sense of accomplishment from the bottom of my heart after seeing it.

"I have something to write for this week's composition." A little girl said to herself, and many children around showed stunned expressions, which made the adults next to her look very amusing.

"You all love learning so much. It seems that I can't waste your time anymore. Go and wait next to Snowball, and I'll give you rewards." The children disagreed with Qu Chi's words in the first half, but the second half made them feel uncomfortable. They immediately beamed with joy, and ran towards Snowball with shouts of joy.

After putting the peeled persimmon skins aside to dry, the adults gathered up all the tools in the yard before Qu Chi came out of the house with the rewards he had prepared earlier.

After the work, the children happily left with their rewards. In the next few days, Qu Chi heard that many children wrote essays on this matter. Although the contents were basically the same, everyone spoke from different angles. , It’s quite a big difference when written.

When the persimmons were dry, Qu Chi stood beside the persimmon stand, and received a thank-you phone call from the villagers, saying that the child’s composition was well written, and the teacher planned to ask her to change it and try to contribute to their local student newspaper. Finally passed successfully.

To be honest, there are some people in their village who have good academic performance and went to a good high school or even a good university, but the matter of submitting an article is completely different in the eyes of the villagers, even if it is just a local newspaper, they are happy enough.

Qu Chi also felt very happy after listening to it. His generation, including the one who is now growing up, all grew up in the village. Money without extra time allows children to learn what talents.

Including Qu Chi himself, who had the opportunity to learn other skills only after he went to university, but he learned it relatively late, and he didn't have too much talent, so he was still not as good as those who learned it when he was young.

Now the conditions in the village have improved, but if you want to learn some skills in the town, you have to go to the district or even the city, so the villagers, as parents, have not considered this matter.

After Qu Chi answered the phone, he pinched the heart of the dried persimmon, and while thinking, a seed was quietly planted in his heart, ready to wait for the right time to germinate and emerge.

After more than a week, the hanging persimmons were almost dry, and the heart was squeezed several times, and it was time to cover the frost.Wash and dry the custom-made large jars, put dried persimmon skins inside, put dried persimmon cakes on top, and seal the jar with persimmon skins after the persimmons are filled, and then keep it sealed. about ten days.

After this series, the whole hanging persimmon cake took about a month. At this time, the composition of the little girl Qu Yuxin was also published, and the parents happily framed the manuscript fee received by the child. The symbolic meaning of the money greater than the actual value.

Not only that, they also bought a lot of copies of the newspaper in which the child's composition was published, and distributed them to relatives and friends who are relatively close.Anyway, the villagers in the whole village knew about it. While the village was happy for them, they also put more effort into educating their children.

In this way, the children in the village meet the biggest competitors in their study and life-children from other people's families.