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

Xue Yinsong thought for a while and explained: "Practicing martial arts is to strengthen your body, let your energy and spirit integrate to a high level, and surpass your own limit."

The little scholar curled his lips: "The heroes written in the scriptures are all fake. Once, I really wanted to go to Shaolin Temple to become a monk."

"The way of martial arts is profound and long. Maybe there are heroes. A real hero must be indifferent to fame and wealth and live in seclusion, so it is normal for no one to know about it."

The little scholar wondered: "If you hide from the world and live in seclusion, why go to learn martial arts? When you become a hero, you should come out to fight for justice and fight against injustice!"

"They live in seclusion just for the sake of peace, but when the country is in trouble, they will definitely stand up for the country and the people. Those who act chivalrously and fight against injustice can only be called chivalrous men. A real hero should do great things with righteousness. man of."

The little scholar was yearning for a moment: "If I practiced martial arts since childhood, I would definitely take care of the injustices in the world and beat the ruffian Xiaoman all over the place." Xue Yinsong pushed him and smiled, "Hero Pei, go and get dressed, we Eat fresh meat wontons at noon."

Then the little scholar pouted and walked into the room. After thinking about it, he stretched out his head and shouted, "Don't add garlic, I don't like the smell."

"understood--"

Xue Yinsong washed the shallots and chopped them into fine pieces and mixed them into the stuffing. After thinking about it, he beat another egg and added a little salt and minced ginger.Changhui smelled the scallions and salivated, "Uncle Xue, how often do you make wontons, I'm very hungry."

Xue Yinsong looked at him and smiled: "Little greedy cat, didn't you just have breakfast?"

Changhui patted his stomach, and replied pitifully: "How can I keep a bowl of gruel safe? Now I'm hungry again. Haven't you heard that a half-grown man eats a poor man?"

Xue Yinsong's heart moved, he stopped his hands and said, "Have I told you the story of my childhood?"

Chang Hui was taken aback: "No." Xue Yinsong pulled him seriously and sat down and began to tell a story: "I was born in a small mountain village, which is no worse than this Chenjia Village. It is very remote and poor. Most of the People only grow corn cobs and sweet potatoes, and few people grow rice, so rice is very precious. At that time, the grain was dried in the open space in front of the door. When drying the grain, the ground must be swept clean to prevent small stones from getting in Mili gritted her teeth. I was very naughty when I was pregnant in my mother’s womb, but when I was born, my mother was drying food in the yard, so my nickname is Aba.”

Changhui believed it was true: "Really?"

Xue Yinsong pulled him over and touched him: "Really, wherever we live in life, we can choose whatever nickname. From now on, don't call me Uncle Xue, just call me Aba. Whenever you call me Uncle, I feel like I am Very old."

"Aba." Changhui called with a smile.

Xue Yinsong couldn't help but kissed him and said, "Hey, wait for me to make wontons for you right away." Chang Hui smiled even more happily: "Okay, okay, Aba is so nice."

While waiting for Wonton, Changhui sat on the cornerstone in front of the backyard with the Three Character Classic, and wrote on the ground with a branch: Human-zhi-beginning-nature-nature-goodness.Although the little daddy is soft-hearted and easy to talk, if he doesn't memorize the words he taught, he will definitely be beaten, he knows it very well.

Xue Yinsong saw that he was serious about writing, so he quietly went into the kitchen to check the dough. He felt that the hardness was not too bad, so he scooped some salt into the stuffing and stirred it, and started rolling out the skin to make wontons.

The life of the farm family is poor. Although they are fresh meat wontons, there are too many vegetables and little meat. Xue Yinsong feels very sorry for his wife and son, especially when his son happily called him Dad just now.

Must, must let his wife and son live a happy life!There is meat to eat at every meal, a car to sit in when going out, and a servant girl to serve at home. Well, if you can’t do it, you have to have a servant to serve you. Be on guard.

Little Xiucai put on her clothes, washed and walked to the backyard, saw Xue Yinsong standing in front of the stove in a daze: "What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing." Xue Yinsong looked at him with a smile, "Are you up? You slept deeply enough today."

"Oh, it's been four or five days since I've been here, I haven't read much, and I've become lazy, so how will I take the exam next year?" The little scholar blamed himself, "I've wasted my studies, starting tomorrow... no, From tonight onwards, we must study hard."

Xue Yinsong looked at him and asked with a smile: "Do you want to be an official yourself, or do you think you must be an official because you have studied?" It is to reimburse the country and serve the emperor, and being an official can not only reward the good and punish the evil for the heaven, but also benefit the people of one side so that they can live and work in peace and contentment, how can we not care about it?"

Xue Yinsong was silent for a while: "I only know that a happy person should eat what he likes, do what he wants to do, and live a healthy life until the end of his life."

"This is the idea of ​​ordinary people. Scholars should discipline themselves with the words of a sage, act for the emperor, take care of the common people, make the people live and work in peace and contentment, and let the common people in the world do their best. This is the responsibility of a scholar." There is an uncommon insistence, "Businessmen can be literate for profit, soldiers can be literate for the country, and my generation of scholars is for the sake of the common people!"

The little scholar stood in the middle of the courtyard, although he was surrounded by chickens, ducks, geese, pigs and rabbits, but the confidence and charm exuded at that moment were deeply engraved in Xue Yinsong's heart.He looked at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "Have you ever been hungry? Why don't you have lunch earlier today."

Xiao Xiucai nodded, sat next to Pei Changhui, and checked whether he had written any typos.

Xue Yinsong was wrapping wontons quickly, while reflecting on himself, such an excellent pillar of the country, a good comrade who dedicated himself to the country and the people, how could you keep him by your side, just to satisfy your own selfish desires?

But he is really reluctant to let go, well, he admits that he has never regarded this era as his own, and he has never regarded this country as his own motherland, even in the past 16 years he has been here. Living, thinking that he would put it back on when he woke up one day... But every day after waking up for the past 16 years, he found that he was still in place.

In fact, he now understands that he can't go back, he must stay and be a part of this world. In this case, he should do his part, and killing a future outstanding pillar now is really not what he should do .

The water in the pot boiled and boiled, white bubbles floated from the bottom of the pot to the surface of the water and burst again, Xue Yinsong was also tumbling violently in his heart, and finally decided to obey the wish of the young scholar and let him realize his ideal in life.

Farming well, dedicating silently, even if you will die alone in this life—Xue Yinsong sighed in his heart: Destiny, although sometimes you will make the icing on the cake, but most of the time you like to add insult to injury!It was hard enough to not have a wife in the previous life, but in this life, I met a career-oriented one, Xue Yinsong gritted his teeth: Yuelao, I curse you that you will not be able to marry a wife in your whole life!

The little scholar tested Changhui's few words, and was very happy to find that he remembered them all: "You can eat two more wontons at noon." Changhui's eyes lit up, and he asked quietly: "Father, where is the frog you caught yesterday? Today you can roast it." Do you want to eat?"

Only then did the little scholar think of yesterday's spoils, and hurriedly raised his voice and asked, "Brother Xue, how do you eat the frogs?" The two frogs were not big, and Xue Yinsong had already chopped them up to feed the chickens and ducks. Hearing the little scholar's question, I was afraid that they would be disappointed, so I told a little lie: "It's chopped into minced meat, it's very fresh, I want to eat more at noon."

Frog stuffed wontons?The little scholar and the snack guy looked at each other and nodded in unison: Well, it must be delicious.

The wontons were served on the table, and in the bowl covered with white mist, the wrinkled wontons were plump and round. This is the ingot-style wrapping method. The wrapped wontons look very beautiful, like swollen ingots. , It is gratifying to look at.

The wonton soup is also very particular. The shredded egg, seaweed, shrimp skin and chopped green onion are used, which are fresh and fragrant. Xiao Xiucai has a unique appetite when he looks at a bowl of yellow, yellow, green and green: This is really a leap forward!

Changhui took a bite of a wonton and said vaguely, "Father, eat it quickly, it's delicious."

Xiao Xiucai responded with a smile, took a gentle bite and took a half bite, it was really fresh: shrimp skin was added to the meat stuffing, and ginger also enhances the umami taste, not to mention that the grain pig meat used to be delicious...

Xiao Xiucai ate two and laughed: "Brother Xue's wontons are not bad, at least they look much better."

Xue Yinsong remained silent, nodding his head in agreement.

He has never been like this, and Xiao Xiucai also sensed the seriousness of the matter: "Brother Xue, what's wrong with you?" Xue Yinsong shook his head, and walked to the side with the bowl and squatted down to eat slowly.

The little scholar followed and asked in a low voice: "Brother Xue, what's wrong with you? Are you homesick? If you are homesick, why don't you go home sometime."

Xue Yinsong shook his head and replied lightly: "Don't think too much, I'm just a little tired for a while." Of course, Xiao Xiucai didn't believe it, seeing that he didn't want to talk, he comforted: "If it's not like this, the land has not been taken back anyway, and there is no need for farm work. Do it, you can go back to your hometown, and you can feel more at ease when you go to the house to see, I don’t know who else is in the house? If it’s just the elderly, you might as well take it and live with it, it’s considered a care.”

Xue Yinsong looked at him, and seeing the sincerity on his face, he knew that he really thought so, and he definitely didn't just use some polite words to go through the motions: "My father is the only one in my family, and he got separated when there was a flood. Otherwise, please bother me." Mr. Pei will repair a book for me, and then ask someone to bring it over, and if my father is not dead, I will pick him up to live in."

The little scholar said: "If you don't go there yourself, how can you rest assured?"

Xue Yinsong shook his head: "Although I am a peasant in the countryside, I also know about cannibalism and loyalty to the emperor, so I don't want to mention it again. Mr. Pei just writes a book, and I will arrange it properly."