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

The early morning of winter is not so cold. Although Xue Yinsong can resist it, he still feels that the cold can't stop attacking his flesh and blood: "Father, are you cold?"

"Walk quickly and it won't be cold," Old Man Xue replied, "Just wait for the sun to come out. When you have free time, make a few covers. Maybe you can catch rabbits and pheasants."

Xue Yinsong shook his head and said, "You can't get a few in a year." There are also hunters in Chenjia Village who specialize in hunting. easy to catch.

The two walked for a while, and suddenly felt some drizzle in the air, Xue Yinsong said: "Today is unlucky, it is raining, I am afraid it will be heavy if we walk for a while?"

Father Xue took it with his hand and took a closer look: "This is snow particles, water that melts when floating in the air. Look up to the sky." Xue Yinsong reached out to catch a few, and they melted as soon as they fell on the palm of his hand: "It's really snow. It looks like the mountain will be closed soon.”

Father Xue nodded: "I'm going up the mountain quickly these few days, and the north wind blows for a few more days and there will be heavy snowfall." Then he became excited: "I heard that Chenjia Village doesn't like freezing, and it's not easy to snow in winter. If there is heavy snow this year But well, the prices of vegetables and firewood have to be doubled in the beginning of spring, do we have much firewood?"

Xue Yinsong snorted: "What's so difficult about chopping firewood? The key is that we don't have an ox cart, so how can we transport firewood into the city? We can't always borrow it from others, right?" Father Xue accidentally slipped and helped his son He sighed and said: "That's true, it's not good, dad's coffin can be used to buy cows, and the two acres of land in the spring without cows are enough for me and my father to drink a pot."

Xue Yinsong was worried about money, and urged: "What do you want to do, hurry up and try to get back before noon."

The two quickly walked up the mountain again, and when the sun came out, they had already arrived at a small mountain nest. The mountain nest was not big, only about an acre of land, densely packed with pines and cypresses, and pine cones were falling all over the ground.

Father Xue took off his coat, raised his hatchet and began to chop trees: "Tiger, you go to the side to mow the grass, and we will change later." Although the father never said it, Xue Yinsong knew it was One way he felt sorry for himself, he quickly grabbed the hatchet and said, "Put on your clothes and freeze them carefully, then take the sickle to mow the grass, your son is growing up, it's time for me to cut down trees."

Father Xue smiled and said yes, while putting on his clothes, he looked at him carefully, and after a long time he shook his head and took a sickle to look for grass.

Xue Yinsong cut off all the seedlings that seemed unlikely to survive, and some seedlings that were too dense to grow. He cut down while protecting the forest, so that the young trees can grow well in the future.

There are some mature trees in the woods, about as thick as an arm. Pine trees love to grow pine caterpillars, and the insects hibernate under the bark in winter, which is the favorite of woodpeckers.I can only hear woodpeckers pecking wood for insects in the silent mountain forest.

Xue Yinsong looked up, and occasionally a few dark figures jumped over, probably squirrels.The pines and cypresses were not tall, so Xue Yinsong quickly cut a pile and piled them up, tied them with ropes, and called into the mountain depression, "Father, how are you?"

Father Xue also shouted at the other end: "Tiger, come quickly, there are good things here!" Xue Yinsong's eyes lit up and ran over quickly, only to see his father squatting on the ground, digging out a tree hole.

Father Xue turned his head happily and said: "There must be something in this nest. You can see that the footprints at the door are still very new. I don't know if it is a bobcat or a fox." Xue Yinsong was a little suspicious: "Doesn't foxes like to make holes in the mud?"

Father Xue shook his head: "Foxes are stingy guys, they like to pick up cheap, they won't dig holes if they have ready-made nests." Called: "It's a hedgehog! Damn it, you stabbed me to death!" Father Xue withdrew his hand, and there were seven or eight blood holes on his five fingers.

Xue Yinsong laughed unconscionably, took off his coat and wrapped it in his hands, slowly stretched it in, felt something was touched, and gently pulled it out, the hedgehog shrank into a ball in winter and hibernated, this It came out as soon as it was fiddled with. It should be a cub because of its small size.

When the pain in his hand got better, Father Xue came over and said: "This is a small one, there should be a big one inside." Xue Yinsong nodded, knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand hard, touched it in one breath and said: "There are two more inside, one big and one small."

Father Xue said with a smile: "That's not bad, it's really good to stew in one pot, quickly take out the big ones." Xue Yinsong carefully reached out and took out two more: "Father, is the grass ready yet?"

"It's ready. You can put these few in the grass basket. They are all asleep and won't run around."

Xue Yinsong replied: "Okay, I'll cut it too. Now that you're done, let's go. I'm very hungry."

The two walked down the mountain together, Xue Yinsong was carrying a branch on his back, talking to Xue's father: "What's wrong with your matchmaker? I haven't heard you say anything about the little widow these two days."

Father Xue said: "The little widow agreed, and the matchmaker only replied to my message yesterday, saying that it will be the Chinese New Year, and that we will come to our house for dinner on the [-]th night, and there will be no fuss. If everyone has a lively meal, it will be regarded as a gift." .”

Of course Xue Yinsong applauded, and took the opportunity to say: "Then you have to show off all your good dishes, so that the little widow can't stop eating them!" Xue's father scolded: "Don't call me a little widow anymore."

Only then did Xue Yinsong come to his senses, and frowned: "Could it be that you want me to call her mother? She's not a few years older than me, is she?" Father Xue also found this embarrassing, and thought for a while: "When she was a girl, she was a little girl. Her name is Binghuan, you can call her Aunt Huan."

"Why has this name been awkward for so long?"

Xue's father explained: "It is said that her mother gave birth to her in winter, and when she got up early in the morning, a ring was attached to the ice on the window." Xue Yinsong unloaded the rope on his back to the side road: "Oh, dad, I can If you can’t walk anymore, you come to memorize.”

Xue's father sneered and changed hands with him, and said with a sneer: "It looks strong, but it turned out to be a pewter. When I was young, I used to carry this thing on my back for thirty miles without taking a break." Yin Song sarcastically said: "Don't mention the past, I don't know about your past, I was still young at that time."

"Tiger, you forgot that when you were two years old, you clamored to go up the mountain, but you fell asleep when you went up the mountain. When I went down the mountain, I had firewood behind me, and I hugged you in the front. I walked twenty miles in one breath." Father Xue didn't agree. Willing to accept old age, how can a man under 40 be willing to accept old age?

Xue Yinsong refused to admit it: "I can't remember clearly, I always bring it up. I don't remember when I was two years old." After thinking for a while, he said: "You said you want to make fermented bean curd, when will you make it?"

"I'll just buy tofu when I get back home, right?" Father Xue replied angrily, "I just don't care about raising a son, she's still a girl."

The two hurried and finally returned home before noon. Xue Yinsong took out the hedgehog family and placed them in the yard. Xiao Xiucai and Changhui had never seen each other before, so they squatted in the yard to look at them strangely.

Changhui must raise one, but Xue Yinsong disagreed. After all, this hedgehog is a wild animal and has never been vaccinated against rabies. In case someone is bitten, there is no emergency room in the countryside.

Seeing that Aba disagreed, Changhui cried and rolled on Xiao Xiucai. Recently, he found that the more he cried and acted, the faster Xiao Xiucai's attitude softened.

In fact, the little scholar also wanted to keep it for fun, but he felt that he was an adult, so he couldn't say this. Seeing that his son was making a lot of trouble, he pleaded for him: "Brother Xue, let's keep one."

Xue Yinsong is sensitive to the problem. There is a common saying among children in this grade that can be summed up: Seven dislikes and eight dislikes, nine stinks and ten bad smells. Changhui is almost seven years old, and it is time to be disliked. , let alone worry about it in the future, thinking of this, he turned his face and said: "No! If you dare to pretend to cry again, you will be locked up in the Westinghouse, get up from the ground immediately, and I will count to three. If you don't get up, I will spank your ass! one two three!"

Pei Changhui had never been beaten since he was a child. His father was only an only child, and he wished he could hold it in his hands and put it in his mouth. After his father died, he was still a young master, and no one dared to beat him. Father Jiacun and Aba treated him very well, and even Father Xue later treated him very well, so he didn't take it seriously at all.

But he soon stopped laughing, and only heard the count three times. Xue Yinsong's big slap really hit his little butt.

Little Xiucai was stunned for three seconds before quickly hugging Chang Hui in his arms and saying, "Why are you beating someone? How old is the child?" Tears were wiped on Xiucai.

Xue Yinsong grabbed Changhui and stood up, and said with a stern face: "Don't cry! From now on, you have to listen to what the adults say, and if you dare to follow those children in the village, lie down on the ground, play tricks, and pretend to cry. I hit once when I see you, do you hear me?"

Seeing that Xiao Xiucai did not make a gesture to protect him, and knowing that Aba would also beat people, Changhui hurriedly nodded while hugging his little butt.

Xiao Xiucai waited for Chang Hui to walk away, and complained to Xue Yinsong: "What's the matter with you, did you go home to vent your anger after being wronged outside?" Xue Yinsong said: "This is a problem of children's education. I don’t understand, leave it to me.” The little scholar still wanted to talk, Xue Yinsong said: “How can you teach well if you are not fierce, you have to sing the red face and the bad face, you go and see him, I will call him It's not too heavy."

Xiao Xiucai hurriedly chased Chang Hui to the front yard, Xue Yinsong turned around and said, "Father, you said that today we will make fermented bean curd."

"I can't do it today, my father is getting old and my back hurts, I'll go buy it tomorrow."

Xue Yinsong chuckled, in a good mood: "Shouldn't you be brave? You wouldn't even ask me to change you on the way, now you know you're old?"

Father Xue didn't say a word, thinking in his heart that he should have a daughter with the little widow in the future, because the daughter is more considerate.

At night Changhui felt angry, and his father didn't want to help him, so he didn't want to sleep next to Xiaoxiucai, and insisted on going to sleep with Xue's father.Of course Father Xue was willing, so he hugged him quickly, and while helping him take off his clothes, he said, "My dear, why do you want to sleep next to Grandpa today?"

Pei Changhui pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Grandpa Xue, Aba beat me today, you are his father, so you can beat him too." Father Xue replied with a smile: "Okay, I will beat you for you, how do you want to beat me? "

"Slap Aba's ass," Chang Hui said, and began to act coquettishly: "Aba spanked my ass very hard today, and you spank him too."

Xue Yinsong just lay down on Xiaoxiucai's bed. Although they were covered with a quilt, they did not have skin-to-skin contact. Hearing this, he hurriedly said, "Pei Changhui, I can hear what you said clearly. If you don't want Xiaoxiu If your butt blooms tomorrow, just sleep on it!"

Chang Hui pursed his lips, threw himself into Father Xue's arms, and whispered: "Grandpa Xue." Father Xue pretended to cough and said, "Everyone is sleeping! Everyone is sleeping! Why are you arguing when the lamps are blown on?"

"Let's tell a story," Changhui demanded, "Listen to the story about Monkey King making troubles in the Heavenly Palace last time." So Father Xue began to tell: "Once upon a time, there was a monkey grandson..."

Xue Yinsong slept on the outside with his back facing Xiucai. Because he slept on his side, he rolled up some more quilts and walked away. Half of Xiao Xiucai's shoulders were not covered. Slowly moved a little to the side of the bed.He still couldn't cover it even if he moved it a little bit, so he had to move it a little bit more, little by little, and moved it three times to cover his shoulders. Xue Yinsong felt that Xiao Xiucai was throwing himself into his arms, and hurriedly turned around and hugged him Said: "What's wrong?"

The little scholar's face turned red, and he hurriedly whispered: "What are you doing! You rolled up the quilt, and I can't cover my shoulders."

Xue Yinsong pulled some quilts over for him, but didn't let go of his hands: "Cover it quickly, and let it freeze carefully."