The fertile water of farming does not flow to outsiders' fields

Father Xue went into the kitchen to have a look and said, "Just some pickles, how about baking a few cakes and eating pickles?"

Changhui snorted, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Xue Yinsong followed the kitchen around, glanced at the smoked tofu hanging under the eaves and asked: "Why don't you cut up this dried tofu?" Father Xue said: "It's good, but I don't know how to eat it. There are no vegetables that can be fried together.”

Xue Yinsong searched around in his mind and came up with an idea: "Let's make Gaba dishes, Dad, you take the noodles and bake a few extremely thin pancakes, the thinner the better. I'll cut the dried tofu."

Father Xue knew that he was going to innovate again, so he went to get some mung bean powder and flour to make a slurry with a bitter face, and went to spread pancakes in the big pot.

Xue Yinsong took the dried tofu and chopped it finely, fried it with cloves and oil, then put some pickles and minced coriander.

Stir-fry for a while, add some noodle sauce and salt, take out the dry things in the pot, thicken the sauce with the soup, then pour in the sliced ​​pancakes and vegetables, stir-fry and mix well.

The meals are combined, so there is only one bowl and one pair of chopsticks in front of each person.

Father Xue struggled with the bowl for a long time, but he didn't dare to put down his chopsticks.

Xiao Xiucai tried to stir it, but it felt like mud, so he went to see Changhui again.

Only Changhui complained: "Aba, why are you in the kitchen again? Didn't you say last time that Grandpa Xue will be cooking all the time?"

Xue Yinsong became angry from embarrassment, and snorted: "You will know after eating, this food is delicious, I will keep you until you eat it for a while without slapping your face."

Changhui was stunned, turned to Xiucai and asked, "Father, what do you mean by slapping?" Little Xiucai patted him and said, "Eat, don't talk while eating."

Although Xiao Xiucai hated it in his heart, he looked at the bowl for one person and guessed that there was nothing else to eat, so he picked a piece with chopsticks and bit it lightly, as if afraid of hurting it.

The entrance is okay, not as bad as imagined.

Seeing that Xiao Xiucai had eaten, Father Xue picked up a chopstick himself, chewed and swallowed: "Tiger, let me cook in the future, in fact, I really like cooking now."

Xue Yinsong snorted expressionlessly: "Okay."

After dinner, Xiao Xiucai took Chang Hui to the village, when Father Xue heard the door closing, he suddenly asked, "Where are you going to sleep tonight?" Xue Yinsong said with a calm face, "Of course it's the east room."

"I'm afraid not." Father Xue shook his head, his squinted eyes showed a light of surprise: "Xiu Cai doesn't talk to you much today, which means you have to sleep with me tonight."

Xue Yinsong sometimes hated his father's straightforwardness, and replied bluntly: "What does it matter, the door is closed and the window is still there, this little trick is hard for me." Claiming to be a righteous man? Why is it unjust now?"

Xue Yinsong was at a loss for words for a moment, and it took a long time before he replied: "It's not that you always say that strong women are afraid of entanglement. How can I do it if I don't follow closely? The affairs between these two people are like marching and fighting. If you work hard, you will lose your strength and lose your strength." Ji, if I can't enter the east room today, then I won't even try to enter it in a legitimate way in the future."

Father Xue shook his head, thought for a while and said, "You didn't necessarily like someone else's boy in Tianba Village before, why are you so concerned about a scholar? Because he is a scholar? Or how many acres of land are there for the family?"

Xue Yinsong thought for a while and said: "You don't believe it, I just think he is very familiar, as if I knew him in the previous life, anyway, I think it is him." Father Xue frowned again: "It's up to you, but Don't worry about today, let Changhui sleep with him tonight, that kid kicks the quilt badly in the middle of the night, my old waist still hurts now."

Xue Yinsong thought about it, and took the opportunity to make a request: "Father, I remember you can weave a kind of trawl net. Fish and shrimp can only enter but not exit. Why don't you make one when you are free today?"

Father Xue shook his head: "We need a lot of ramie silk to weave that thing, where can we find it at home?" Bundle the rattan out: "The specially cut rattan, put it in water for a few days and knead the old skin. It is tough and strong. After you weave it, brush it with tung oil to keep it safe and easy to use."

Father Xue also became interested in touching the rattan, and praised: "This is a good thing. This old rattan is durable and not afraid of water. It is a good material for making nets. You have a good eye."

The old man couldn't put it down, touched the rattan silk a few times, and then prepared to make a net. He told his son, "Go and chop a bamboo. The old yellow bamboo that is going to die will be cut into strips one inch wide, and a few bamboo rings will be rolled out. Both big and small."

Xue Yinsong hurriedly took orders, and after a while he dragged an old yellow bamboo back, cut and made several bamboo rings according to his father's wishes.

Father Xue split the rattan in two, put it on the largest bamboo ring and started to weave a net.

This trawl net is different from a fishing net. The trawl net is set up in a river ditch, with a big mouth facing the water, and several sections are dragged behind it like a cage. Each section is smaller than the other, and the mesh is getting finer and finer. A small mouth, let the living things go in along with the water and don't want to come out.

The trawl net is usually set up in a small river ditch, and it is harvested once every ten days and a half months after it is put on the rack. The fish are as big as the shrimp, and even crabs, loaches, eels, water snakes, etc. cannot escape.

Xue Yinsong saw that his father was making it happily, so he also took the rattan silk and gesticulated to learn from the side, chatting his teeth and asking: "What do you think of the little widow?"

Old man Xue blushed slightly: "The little widow has good features, but it's just strange that she looks good, why no one asks her to be a wife?" Xue Yinsong explained: "I heard the gossip too, her man died early, I wanted to get married again, but who would have thought that a fortune teller came to the village, who would pinch her fingers and say that she is the reincarnation of the White Tiger Star. In this life, three men have to be killed to finish the calculation. Now, no one is willing to marry her. these years."

Father Xue sneered and said, "Damn it, isn't this bullying other widows together? I don't believe in such gods and ghosts. If you want me to say, it's her man's unlucky luck, and it's hard for her to marry a beautiful wife." Days, I can only let her get married again."

Xue Yinsong also agreed with his point of view: "I guess it was the fortune-teller who came to ask for a marriage and was kicked out, so he spread rumors and caused trouble. But the people in Chenjia Village just didn't believe it. After taking it back, she has no children, and opened a small wine shop in the village, selling a few dendrobium shochu for a living. If you are satisfied, I will ask a matchmaker to make a deal."

Father Xue slapped his legs very refreshedly: "Me! Let the matchmaker talk about it tomorrow. I want to see if Bai Huxing dies first or I die first after marrying Bai Huxing."

Xue Yinsong calculated: "I only have a few taels of silver here, which is not enough for four people to eat. You sold the house and land in your hometown, and there must be some money left. You have to pay for the matchmaker's money yourself."

The old man puffed up his eyes when he heard the words: "I'm here to vote for you. I spent all my money drinking and drinking on the way. How can I have more money to thank the matchmaker?!"

Xue Yinsong smirked: "You old-fashioned don't come to lie to me. It's true to drink, but the money is definitely not used up. I just propose that you don't care about thanking the matchmaker. You have to pay for the marriage later."

Father Xue paused for a moment and said discouragedly: "The land sold totaled 70 taels, some were used on the way, and there were 60 taels left over, which were all buried under the bed in the Westinghouse."

"What about the house? The house must have been sold for money, right? You can't give it away for nothing."

"The house was discounted for 27 taels of silver, and the total sum is less than 100 taels. Your father only has this little money, and he will wait to buy a coffin when he gets old." Father Xue said unwillingly.

"Don't, don't, the son is not filial, and a thin-skinned coffin can still afford it. You can lend me the money first, and return it to you when you make money in business."

Father Xue refused: "This is your father's coffin book, and it will not be borrowed."

Xue Yinsong bared his teeth: "Aren't you too stingy? It's not like you borrowed it and didn't pay it back." Xue's father said: "I'm afraid that you will lose all your money. Apart from going up and down with me, how can you do business with me? If you give it to you, it will only be in vain, and if it is folded in vain, it will not even cause a bubble, so let me keep it, and I will need it urgently in the future, and it will be easy to turn around."

Xue Yinsong talked with him for a long time, seeing that his father was determined not to let go, he had no choice but to give up the plan, thinking about getting some money from other places to make money.The business he said to Xiao Xiucai the day before yesterday was not casual. In recent months, he has thought a lot. He said that a man stands at thirty. Retire at the age of 30, buy a big garden and retire to the scholar.

I haven't figured out what to do specifically. I will go to the county town in a few days when I buy new year's goods to see what I can do.But no matter what you do, you need capital, and the old man’s money can’t be coaxed, so he can only pay attention to the business without capital, go up the mountain to hunt and go down the river to catch fish. Now it’s snowing on the mountain, and he can only hope that the river can catch some fish and shrimp. So the trawling net has to be supervised by the father to make it as soon as possible.

In the evening, Xiao Xiucai really hugged Changhui to sleep early. Although his attitude was lukewarm, he didn't care about others.

Xue Yinsong didn't take it seriously, but after two nights, seeing Xiao Xiucai still coaxing Changhui to sleep early, he couldn't help it.

During the daytime, it’s okay for Xiaoxiu to hide in the house, it’s okay for the two of them not to meet and talk, and it’s okay for them to keep silent while eating, but it’s a big problem this night if they can’t get anything.This is obviously to keep a distance, Xue Yinsong muttered, it seems that it is time for him to take the initiative.

Of course, he had no intention of sneaking in at all. He first broke the latch of the east room window in broad daylight, and then climbed in smoothly at night.First transfer Changhui to Xue's father's side to settle down, then swaggered in and climbed into bed to sleep.

When Xue Yinsong entered, Xiao Xiucai was already fast asleep, and a teenager's sleep is already deep, as long as the sound is not loud, it is not easy to wake up.Xue Yinsong hugged him, sniffed, kissed and touched him, and fell asleep satisfied.

The little scholar woke up first in the morning, and was taken aback when she saw him, and then she was going to pretend that she didn't know anything, and tried to get out of bed sneakily past him.Xue Yinsong was already awake, pretending to be awakened by him, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Are you awake?"

The little scholar was stepping over his body. Hearing this, he almost fell down. He hurriedly withdrew his hands and said, "What are you doing? How did you get in? Are you still a gentleman?"

Xue Yinsong said with a smile: "Why should I be a gentleman? Only scholars like to talk about gentlemen and villains. Let me ask you: Can such a person be a gentleman? Such a hypocrite How is it different from a villain? I think I’m not as good as a villain, I’m a villain now, what are you going to do?”

The little scholar was at a loss for words, and it took a long time before he said: "Let me go." Xue Yinsong pulled him over hard, rolled him up with a quilt, and lay down together: "Come and sleep with me for a while, I was weaving nets with my father yesterday, it was very late just sleep."

Xiao Xiucai didn't speak, but he didn't close his eyes, he just stared at the ceiling in a daze. Xue Yinsong didn't feel sleepy either. Seeing him staring at the ceiling in a daze, he asked with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

It took a long time for the little scholar to say: "It's useless if you hold me back. I'll just study on my own, and I'll take the exam next year. And the more you hold me back, the more I hate you. points, they were all detained by you and disappeared."

Xue Yinsong replied lazily: "Look at your small mouth, you are very good at talking, and you also know what 'can control my body, but not my heart'. There is no problem with reading, you can read as you like, but No test."

Little Xiucai pretended not to hear, and still stared blankly at the ceiling, Xue Yinsong was not in a hurry, it was like two people sawing, only the most patient would laugh at the end.

Besides, there is something called Stockholm Syndrome in this world. Research shows that at least nearly 30% of people will choose to believe and fall in love with the perpetrator.

So, it's just a matter of time and means.

Father Xue saw that the two of them hadn't gotten up, and he didn't bother to worry about it. He changed into clean clothes and was going to find a matchmaker, so he stuffed Changhui into the east room to visit his father.

Seeing that the two were still sleeping on the bed, Changhui took off his coat and shoes and climbed onto the bed.Xiao Xiucai hurriedly moved a little bit, and took the opportunity to lean against the wall. Xue Yinsong was not annoyed, but just grabbed his hand and kept Chang Hui between them.

Chang Hui lay down and said: "Aba, Dad, are you telling a story? Tell me one too." Xue Yinsong smiled and said, "Your dad doesn't want to hear it."

Chang Hui immediately turned to Xiao Xiucai: "Father, do you want to hear a story? Aba's story is very nice, you should listen to it too."

Little Xiucai couldn't stand his shaking, so he had to agree: "Okay, okay, I'll listen too."

Xue Yinsong chose a scary adventure story to tell: "Once upon a time, there was a deep valley in the mountains, because no one had ever walked out, and it was called the Valley of Death. It is said that many monsters lived in the valley, including vampires, zombies, and vixen. What, each of them likes to eat human flesh, and only eats the freshest human flesh..."

Xiao Xiucai swore that he didn't want to hear it at first, but Xue Yinsong spoke very vividly, and he couldn't help getting into the plot, and listened to it with Chang Hui.

Xue Yinsong talked for a while and suddenly couldn't remember the following plot, but fortunately he had watched a lot of horror movies, so he chose a less scary half story and stuck to it, and then announced that he would only talk so much today, and he wanted to hear the ending. Have to wait for tomorrow.

It doesn't matter to Chang Hui, after all, the child's heart, after being fooled by Xue Yinsong, his attention will be diverted to other things.This is the first time for Xiaoxiucai to listen to the story live, and it is also the strange anecdote of gods, ghosts and ghosts. She cannot help but be stunned, and her cat is caught unbearably.