blazing fire

The sound of the hammer behind the original house continued until midnight.

At the climax of the moon, Yuan Yu shook off the last piece of clothing and hung it on the clothesline before putting away the basin.

He silently looked at the vegetable field in front of him.

There is a high drop between the open space where the washing table is located and the field in front. When going to the field, it is generally not from here. Firstly, it is not safe, and secondly, it is easy to step on the vegetables. Yuanyu always has to go to the downhill place ahead. Go down to the ridge.

He is very familiar with this piece of land, but it is very dangerous to go to the field at night, and the work can't be done well. Who made his family have no money to pull that set of lighting equipment into the field?Yuan Yu had never rained on the ground when it was dark, especially in this kind of sky.

This kind - the moon is not bright, but the sky is full of stars.

But if he came back early tomorrow morning, he was worried that he would not be able to go to school in time.

Yuan Yu thought for a while, then stepped forward and walked in the direction of downhill.He walked around his field a few times along the field ridge to find out how much work was left in the field.

In fact, it seems that it is not too much.

It's not too early to dawn these days. If he waits until dawn to start doing... these tasks, if he doesn't count as early reading, he should be able to catch up with the first class if he works faster.

After seeing the situation in the field, Yuan Yu had an idea, and went back along the field ridge.

He sorted and tidied up the things for laundry, entered the house, and sorted out the farm tools that were not arranged in the dark.His dad got more cranky the older he got, and he didn't want to be picked on for not letting him go to school after his morning work in the fields.His father didn't like him going to school. If he hadn't caught up with the popularization of compulsory education in the village...

Yuan Yu pursed his lower lip, and suddenly thought of the exercise book that Cheng Zhuo promised to give him, and sighed.

I don't know if I can get it safely.

After finishing all this work, he went into the room, hugged the quilt and came out, sat on the chair in the living room on the first floor, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

Because of this uncomfortable sleeping position, Yuan Yu woke up the next morning when the rooster crowed for the first time.He opened his sleepy eyes, as if he didn't need time to be dazed, he immediately sat up, packed the quilt and sent him back to the room, and left the house alone with tools.

By the time we got home, the sun had risen.

It was quite hot after working all morning, Yuan Yu raised his hand to wipe off his sweat, walked on the road, and subconsciously glanced in the direction of Cheng's house.

As expected, Cheng Zhuo was not seen.

"Brother Xiao Yu!" A child with a schoolbag on his back walked by on the road, saw his eyes brighten, and waved excitedly, "Why didn't you come to pick me up from school today!"

"I..." Yuan Yu opened his mouth only to realize that his voice was a little hoarse, he quickly sucked his nose and walked forward.When he was in front of the child, he said, "Go to school by yourself today, I have to wait a while."

"Eh? Then you're going to be late?" The child tilted his head and looked at him curiously, "Brother Xiaoyu, you don't look well today, are you sick?"

"It's okay, don't think about it. Go to school and be careful on the road." Yuan Yu smiled, patted him on the back and sent him forward.

Pushed by him, the child staggered a few steps forward, turned his head desperately, and saw the tools in his hand from the sweat on his forehead.

Finally, with an "oh", with a look of sudden realization, she leaned towards him and said in a low voice, "Brother Xiaoyu, your father forced you to work in the fields again and not go to school?"

Yuan Yu laughed out loud.

He patted the child's forehead: "You are a big kid. All right, let's go, I will go to school in a while."

"It's a good deal! I'm going to school! Those who repent have long noses!" The child made a grimace, and ran away step by step.

Yuan Yu laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

It took him a long time to restrain his smile, sigh, and walk home.

His mother has already got up and is busy cooking. When she heard the noise and came out of the kitchen, she was stunned when she saw his sweaty face: "You woke up early? I thought you slept through today and were about to go Tell you... what, you went to the ground early in the morning?"

"Yeah." Yuan Yu didn't say much.

"It's your father again?" His mother frowned, "When did it happen?"

"Last night, when I got home after 9 o'clock, he came out and said." Yuan Yu put the tools back and tidied up, "I finished the work I owed yesterday, did he get up?"

"No. You are good at working, but I sleep like a pig." Yuan Yuma muttered, her face full of dissatisfaction, "Then you now?"

"I'm going to school. Talk to him when he gets up. Yesterday's homework is done, and today's homework will be done when I come back from school."

"Medium. You go quickly." Yuan Ma paused after speaking, then walked back to the kitchen quickly and came out again, holding a hot cake wrapped in a paper bag, "I just baked it, you can eat it on the way."

"Thank you mom." Yuan Yu picked it up and went back to get her schoolbag.

In fact, he hasn't finished his homework yet, but compared to his homework, leaving home is the most important thing.

It would be best if his father didn't get up, and he wouldn't have the chance to criticize him if he didn't get up.

He picked up his schoolbag and went out.

The brilliant golden sun illuminated the dirt road in front of the door, and the door could be vaguely seen from the direction of the Cheng family, probably because the grandmother of the Cheng family had gotten up to make breakfast.

At this point in time, every household in the village is busy for the morning, but Cheng Zhuo... probably won't be able to see him.

He was not in a hurry to get the exercise book, mainly because he was afraid that his father would tear it up after seeing it.

But I probably won't be able to get it before school today, and I didn't agree last night.

Yuan Yu withdrew his gaze, took the pancakes, and headed towards the bus.

……

At this moment Cheng Zhuo actually woke up and was lying on the bed in a daze.

He woke up early in the past two days, which was completely different from his previous living habits, perhaps because the noise from the window that only existed in the village made him feel strange.

But today is different from yesterday. Last night he was tired and slept well. He is quite energetic now, but he doesn't want to move much.

When Master Cheng didn't want to move, he would still lie down when the Heavenly King came over. Anyway, he didn't wake up like the villagers to get up and work.

Someone downstairs was saying hello, someone was talking excitedly, Cheng Zhuo didn't understand, but he was trying to listen.

He thought about what happened yesterday for a long time. Yang Huai was very different from his hometown, Jiangcheng. Taking out 1000 yuan from his pocket was by no means a thing that would attract people's envy or even be robbed in the street. Here it will be.

After experiencing yesterday, the difference is clearer.

Cheng Zhuo never softens his attitude when encountering things, but he is not stupid.

He would rather bow to Yang Huai than to bow to Cheng Guangzong.

Now that I have decided to live here, it is inevitable to adapt to the habits here.

The dialect is also... not to mention learning, at least you have to listen carefully, and you can understand common words after listening to them a few times.

At this time, the aroma of food wafted in from the window, and his stomach suddenly growled.

He didn't eat breakfast yesterday, and he just got up now. Since grandma will get up to make breakfast in the morning, theoretically, he should have his share.

This feeling... is quite strange.

When he was at home, he sometimes went to the school cafeteria for breakfast, and sometimes ordered takeaway, but most of the time he didn't eat it.Cheng Yuan is 9 years old this year. He goes to elementary school and goes to school later than him. That woman also cooks breakfast at the same time as Cheng Yuan wakes up. I left without eating."

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhuo frowned.

It's really disgusting. The mother opened the door for nausea. It's so disgusting.

On the contrary, when he came here, he was sure that he could have a breakfast that belonged to him, but he didn't know if he could get used to it.

Cheng Zhuo rubbed his face, turned over and got up.

He changed his clothes and went downstairs to wash up.When he passed by, he saw a small stainless steel basin on the dining table, which contained all kinds of steamed buns.

It looks fine.

After cleaning himself up, Cheng Zhuo found that there was another basin on the table, which was full of eggs.He thought for a while and walked to the kitchen.

Grandma was doing something in front of the stove, and there was a nice smell of food in the kitchen.

"Grandma," he called, "haven't you finished breakfast yet?"

Grandma asked.

"I said breakfast, can I have it?"

"Eat!" Grandma understood, and happily pointed to another room.

"I saw it, I mean—" Cheng Zhuo suddenly felt that the following words were a bit complicated, and he couldn't help feeling a little discouraged, so he shortened the words before saying, "I asked if you finished."

Grandma said two words, Cheng Zhuo listened, and thought about it for a while, feeling like she said "wait a while".

Indeed, not too long later, grandma opened the wooden lid of the cauldron, and the fragrant porridge smell came out all at once, and grandma picked up a large iron spoon with a long handle and poured the porridge into a small stainless steel basin on the side. scoop.

After filling up a pot, grandma waved him back to the house, and walked back with the pot by herself.

Cheng Zhuo didn't understand why two people had to do so much to eat, but he didn't think much about it.The porridge seemed to be boiled with red dates, and he liked the taste of it.He picked one that looked like a meat bun from the pot of steamed buns, and chewed it slowly in his mouth.

After a while, the answer to the question was automatically sent to him.

His second uncle came, with a half-grown boy behind him.

Cheng Zhuo: "..."

The meat buns in his hand suddenly became stale.

"Cheng Zhuo." The second uncle came in and shouted in Mandarin with an accent, then pointed at the little boy, "This is Gui, your brother."

After he said this, Cheng Zhuo still gave him some face and looked over at Brother Cheap.To be honest, Cheng Zhuo has always felt that the genes of the old Cheng family are not outstanding, and his looks are more inherited from his mother.The fact is indeed the case, Cheng Gui's face, which resembles his father three times, is uglier than Cheng Yaozu himself.

But I don't know if it's because he doesn't work in the fields very often. His skin is not very dark, at least not as dark as the average villager, so that he is not so ugly that he is terribly ugly.

Cheng Zhuo nodded to him as a greeting.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Gui was older than him, so he ignored him and sat down at the table, picked up a big meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

There are knives, meat buns, flower rolls in this bowl, and maybe sweet stuffed buns like bean paste. There are three meat buns in total. When Cheng Zhuo ate one, Cheng Gui ate up the remaining two. None left for his dad or his grandma.

Cheng Zhuo: "..."

He subconsciously looked at his second uncle, only to see an even more outrageous scene.

Cheng Yaozu didn't seem to have any objection to his son's behavior. Not only that, he also sat at the table just like his son, without doing anything; instead, grandma put down the porridge bowl and went to the kitchen to get their bowls and chopsticks.

Cheng Zhuo: "..."

He looked left, right, and finally his eyes fell on Cheng Gui's face.

"You just finished eating the meat buns?" he asked.

The little boy with a dark face glanced at him, his face full of bewilderment, as if he didn't understand why he asked such a question.

"There are only three in total, but here are four people." Cheng Zhuo said, "You eat two by yourself?"

"I usually eat three, what's wrong with two? I still want to ask why you snatched my meat buns!"

Cheng Gui stuttered and struggled in Mandarin, apparently he seldom speaks it.

Cheng Zhuo was taken aback by his reasoning.

His expression of shock mixed with disdain angered Cheng Gui. The little boy wanted to swear as soon as he slapped the table, but his father pushed him back: "Okay, don't make noise. Are you going to school yet? Eat!"

Cheng Zhuo slapped the table with a "slap".

The second uncle, Cheng Gui, and the grandma who just walked in with the bowls and chopsticks looked at him together.

"I'll just take pictures. No one can take pictures of the table here, not even my dad." After Cheng Zhuo finished speaking, he took a mouthful of the bowl of porridge with red dates and honey beans, and put the bowl and chopsticks aside, "I eat well There." Then he went upstairs.

Cheng Gui shouted behind him: "Crazy!"

Then came a series of dialects, probably grandma trying to persuade the fight.

Cheng Zhuo ignored everything and stepped on the old wooden stairs loudly.

He has always been proud of being a top-quality barbecued pork, but now he can't hold back the anger burning in his heart.

These two people, why is one more embarrassing than the other?

There is actually someone in this world who is even more char siu than him, it's simply amazing.

He took two deep breaths and opened the drawer.

Today Cheng Zhuo learned his lesson and put the bills and change in two separate pockets, and then packed the changed clothes and things needed for bathing in the plastic bag that was emptied yesterday.

When he turned around, he suddenly saw the set of "Five Three", Cheng Zhuo was stunned, and the anger in his superiors subsided for a second.

At this time, Yuan Yu should go to school... It's better to bring it to him later.

He took "May Three" out of the middle of the textbook and put it on the table, forming a pile.

Before going downstairs, he thought about it and took the dirty neck pillow with him.

Then he strode down the stairs, "I'm out."

Grandma got off the stool anxiously, as if trying to stop him.

Cheng Zhuo was a little confused, but fortunately he quickly remembered what happened yesterday.

In fact, he doesn't have this habit, but maybe it's because the second uncle and cheap brother who are more barbecued pork than him are looking at him. For the first time, Cheng Zhuo looked at his grandma and explained.

"I'm going to my aunt's house today. It's fine. I'll definitely be back before dark."

Just stepped out the door.

After walking a few steps, Cheng Zhuo heard furious curses from a family in front of him.

Early in the morning, who is more angry than him?