Pastoral Chronicle of the Talented Talent

Li Min staggered down on the couch, touched his little sister's pink cheeks, thinking about what happened today.

Cao Heng's appearance is obviously to find fault, and Wei Wu's face is full of anger. Could it be that he has offended him too?

Li Min couldn't figure it out, these two people came today, it was obvious that they wanted to demolish the house.If you want to come to the Li family and those two people have no grievances in the past, why would they do this?Could it be just because of a spring flower?

But when Cao Heng came, he didn't mention Chunhua in a word.

After thinking about it, Li Min called Li Lang over, "Is there a festival between Cao Heng and our family?"

Li Min felt that there must be, otherwise there would not be such a big resentment. Cao Heng is like that, wishing to drive the Li family to extinction.

Hearing this, Li Lang's face darkened, and he hummed unsteadily, "Cao Heng used to be good with our family, he often came to our house, brother doesn't know..."

Li Min listened, looking at the sky speechlessly, how could he know such a thing?

"Back then he wanted to go darts with daddy! But daddy set a test for him, and he didn't expect him to pass, but for some reason, daddy proposed a martial arts competition again, and he was kicked in the mud on the spot, and he has hated us ever since. It's time to go home. The Chunhua you like married him again..."

This is new enmity plus old enmity, let's forget it together.

Li Min shook his head involuntarily, although he didn't know why Father Li didn't let Cao Heng go, it seems that in Cao Heng's eyes, this matter was considered as Father Li's narrow-mindedness, and he has been jealous ever since.

Could it be that Cao Heng married Chunhua in order to avenge the Li family?

"Wow--"

Before thinking about it here, the little girl woke up at some point, her eyes widened, and she burst into tears.

Li Min got up hurriedly, ignoring the pain in his body, turned to Li Lang and said, "Don't you still have rice noodles at home? The younger sister boiled those polished rice, hurry up!"

Li Lang agreed and hurried to do it.

Because she had never hugged a child before, and her body was soft, Li Min managed to wrap her up, and then dared to hug her, and coaxed her out of the house step by step.The cool wind was blowing outside, Li Min carefully covered the baby's head, fearing that she would catch a cold, watching Li Lang cook with quick hands and feet, thinking that he used to be a carefree person who only knew how to be brave and playful child.

"What's the little sister's name?"

Watching Li Lang washing rice, Li Min asked.

Li Lang shook his head sullenly, "Mother left soon after giving birth to the little sister, how could she have time to pick a name!"

His voice was stiff, and he was obviously very unhappy. Li Min was about to say something, when Li Lang turned his head abruptly, and his small face frowned tightly, "Don't stay outside, be careful if you get sick again. The herbs are for you!"

Li Min couldn't help being surprised when he heard this, Li Lang seemed to be very obedient before, but in the blink of an eye he returned to the indifference and fury he had when he first came here, this kid seems to be unhappy with Cao Heng.

"My little sister's name is Li'er."

Li Lang looked back at him, "Why?"

"Calling Li'er can make the younger sister think of mother all the time." Li Min replied.

The mother's surname is Li, so calling it like this can make the little girl look like her mother and respect her from time to time.

Li Min thought of the scriptures and history he had read earlier, and nodded in agreement.

The thin long gown, with some blood stains, was loosely wrapped around his body.Holding the innocent baby in his arms, he looked up and gazed at the surrounding fields through the dilapidated fence. His embarrassment did not conceal his magnificence like a jade tree, but on the contrary, he became more and more handsome.

Li Lang looked at Li Min, shook his head with a sigh, threw down the firewood in his hand, turned back into the house, finally found a worn-out fur fur after rummaging through boxes and chests, and threw it to Li Min casually after coming out, "Put this on, will sick!"

Li Min threw aside the fur coat that was already tattered and crumbs flying in the air, wrapped his arms around the baby in his arms, and said lightly, "It's okay, I'm not cold."

He knew that this thick coat was the only one left at home, and he needed it for the winter!What's more, Li Min doesn't like the musty smell that has been hidden for too long.

"Go hang it up and sleep under your body at night." Li Min instructed Li Lang as he kicked the fur coat.

"You're the only one who has too many things to do! If you have a fever again, I don't care about you!"

Li Lang turned his head and gave him a blank look, then resignedly picked up the clothes and put them on the rack in Chaoyang to dry.

After feeding the little sister the rotten rice porridge, Li Min finally breathed a sigh of relief, and put the child back on the couch, and she fell asleep after a while.The rest was left for the little sister to eat next time. Li Lang made some thin noodles and put them in the pot. At this moment, it started to drizzle, Li Lang cursed angrily, and went to pack his clothes, but Li Min smiled. , "It's great that it's raining. The field at the root of our mountain has just been planted with martingale seedlings. Now we're finally drinking water. The seedlings will grow strong in a few days."

Hearing this, Li Lang closed his mouth with a grimace, but he was still very unhappy to bring the pot in. The fire was extinguished by the rain, and there was steam coming from the pot in the thatched cottage, but there was still half-cooked noodle soup inside. The fists were clenched tightly again!

Li Min could see it, patted him and said, "Go and get that stone bowl, put a spoonful on the fire and burn it, so that it can be cooked before it rains heavily."

"I'm not eating alone!" Li Lang said angrily.

"You go and eat, I'm not hungry yet." Li Min walked to the corner of the room, picked up a book from the pile, flipped through it page by page, and said more.

Li Lang stomped his feet and rushed out the door with a small body. Li Min ignored him and read the book seriously. Although he was hungry, he couldn't bear the pain in his body.Tasting these pains, he can temporarily forget the desire to eat, and return his mind to the book.

This body does not touch the spring water with its ten fingers, and only reads the books of sages and sages.I did a few jobs, and my hands were already blistered with blood. Because of planting martingale seedlings, my ten fingernails were cracked, and the gaps between the nails were filled with black soil. I thought that I would have to go again when the rain stopped. Shan Gen looked at his vegetable martingale, and Li Min gave up the idea of ​​cleaning his hands.

Li Min wanted to give up, sighed, squeezed the book in his hand, and continued to force himself to read.

This is not in a novel, this is a living reality. His body is not good, he is out of breath after running for two steps, there is no way he can rise up like a mighty waste wood, and he becomes a genius in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, he is a scholar, has some reading skills, and is not stupid, at least he has a good memory. He has to finish reading these books first, and plans not to rely on the poor land in Yamane for food.

He made some plans in his heart, when he heard the door of the hut being kicked open, he turned his head and saw Li Lang came in holding a palm-sized stone bowl, which smelled temptingly of pasta, bringing Li Lang From time to time, he deliberately smacked his mouth loudly, squatted in the room, and drank so loudly that Li Min couldn't help but growl in his stomach.

Regarding this, Li Lang just glanced at him angrily, as if to say, look, you are also very hungry, why pretend!

Li Min couldn't help smiling wryly, it's good to save a meal, not to mention that the neighbors don't send much rice noodles.He was injured, and the injured person couldn't eat just because of the pain, so how could he still be hungry?

Shaking his head, Li Min dropped the book, and with the little troublemaker Li Lang around, he couldn't stand this situation anymore.

"Look at my little sister, I'll go out for a walk."

It was raining heavily outside, Li Min smiled, let's go, let's go, let's go, it's going to rain harder, so we don't have to go to the river to fetch water to irrigate martingale seedlings.

There was no coir raincoat at home, so he took an oil-paper umbrella with two holes and walked out. Li Lang ran over behind him, his voice was angry and anxious, "You really don't want to eat?! You're all injured, be careful of getting drenched!" Rain, sick again!"

"It's okay. My body hurts and I don't feel hungry."

Li Min duplicity, stretched out his hand to caress Li Lang's head, but the child stubbornly threw it away, because the noodle soup in the stone bowl was splashed a little, making Li Lang give him another white look with resentment.

"Singing poems in the rain is very romantic! After you finish eating, remember to clean up all the mutton, and I will check when you come back."

Li Min smiled and went out immediately.

Holding an umbrella, he walked out of the small fence gate aimlessly. Li Min planned to go to the root of the mountain to have a look. After two days of full moon nights, he had to make a plan and be more thoughtful; Sheep can also be eaten for a while. When the weather is cold, the meat can be kept and it will not stink.

Just as I was walking far away, I saw Aunt Zhao approaching quickly holding an umbrella, "Oh Dalang, where are you going?"

Aunt Zhao was holding a stack of cloth in her arms, blue-gray, obviously washed and worn, and used many times, Li Min thought to herself, maybe she was going to change clothes, but Aunt Zhao was good at work, Could it be to teach people how to make clothes?

"Come out for a walk." Li Min replied with a polite smile.

Aunt Zhao grabbed Li Min's body which had been frozen and chilled for a long time, and kept shaking her head, "You still have to walk while wearing so little?! Good boy, put it on quickly!"

Aunt Zhao is over fifty years old and her hair is gray. The reason why Li Min didn't call her Auntie but Auntie is entirely because Mushui Village has a generational order.But looking at Aunt Zhao's appearance, it's obvious that she treats him like a child.

"For me?"

Li Min looked at her in surprise, her delicate eyes filled with disbelief.