The little man on the apex

Yuan Xi looked at the writing brush in his hand, and saw the word "Xi" engraved in ancient seal script one inch from the top of the brush.

He leaned forward, stared into Yan Heyi's eyes, and said sincerely: "Brother, what is the word engraved on it?"

On weekdays in the private school, Yan Heyi practiced Chinese Kai for Yuanxi, so he guessed that Yuanxi should not know seal script, so he wasted a little more thought and carved the word "Xi" with ancient seal.

Now that Yuan Xi really didn't know the character, Yan Heyi was a little disappointed, he said casually: "I don't know it either, probably the craftsman was careless and carved some characters."

The corners of Yuan Xi's mouth twitched slightly, he lowered his head, and rubbed the word in his hand, "No wonder the engraving is so ugly, like ghostly drawn symbols. It turns out that it is an individual character. Gouwa's characters are even prettier than this."

He raised his head again, and said jokingly: "It seems that this pen-making craftsman has very low talent and learning. He needs to go to Mr. Yan's private school and copy the calligraphy from morning till night."

Hearing this, Yan Heyi almost choked on his saliva. He coughed lightly, turned around, straightened his collar indiscriminately, and said with a strange expression: "This is an ancient method, you don't understand."

Yuan Xi covered his mouth behind him and snickered. Looking at Yan Heyi's stubborn back, his heart suddenly felt warm.

It turned out that he was grinding bamboo in the yard that night while he was asleep, and fiddled with wool furtively for several days in a row, in order to make this pen for himself.

Yuan Xi couldn't put it down, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the texture of the pen barrel was even, the engraving was strong and resolute, the hair color of the pen was smooth, round and strong, the peak of the pen was sharp, beautiful and upright.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yan still has such a good skill, Yuan Xi thought in a daze: Why is my brother treating me so well?

Going to bed at night, Yuan Xi also held the wooden box in his arms.

Moreover, during this day and night, he rarely had those bloody nightmares.

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Before dawn, Yan Heyi got up quietly.He came to the kitchen, made half a bowl of noodles, then covered the basin with a thick layer of cotton cloth, and put it on the stove to wake up.

When he was done, he yawned and went back to sleep.

An hour later, it was dawn.

Yan Heyi got up at the usual time, and after washing up, she turned on the washbasin, and saw that the reconciled noodles had puffed up, and the surface was covered with honeycomb-shaped holes, which meant that it was waked up.

He put the risen dough on the chopping board, kneaded it until smooth, then cut into pieces, rolled out the skin, and took out the meat stuffing prepared in advance last night, kneading it with a pair of big hands, and the round buns with pleats like autumn chrysanthemums were formed. it is done.

If fresh Sophora japonica is a bead of honey that suddenly bursts after a light fragrance, then this Sophora japonica meat bun is the thick fragrance that lingers on the lips and teeth.

The buns made by Yan Heyi have thin skin and big stuffing. The meat is seven-point fat and three-point thin. When he bites down, the soft dough wraps the meat filling, which instantly captures the lips and tongue. Inspire a deeper fragrance, fresh but not greasy.

Yuan Xi was lifted off the bed by Yan Heyi, picked up a bun with drowsy eyes, couldn't stop after one bite, and ate several in succession, making half of his face greasy.

While cocking his fingers to ask Yan Heyi to bring him a handkerchief, he puffed his cheeks and flattered vaguely in his mouth: "The buns made by Mr. Yan are really hard to find in the sky, and they are unparalleled on the earth!"

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When they arrived at the private school, the children showed off the food related to Sophora japonica that they ate this morning, such as Sophora japonica fried eggs, Sophora japonica stuffed dumplings, Sophora japonica rice, and some children patiently made Sophora japonica honey at home.

The time when Sophora japonica blooms every year is just half a month.During the past half month, the wind in the whole village smelled of Sophora japonica, and the ground was also covered with a layer of fallen Sophora japonica.

For several days in a row, everyone ate Sophora japonica in different ways. The internal organs were influenced by Sophora japonica, as if they had been washed by the aroma, and there was a clean fragrance from the inside out.

If you use the words of Aunt Gu next door, it means that every hiccup and sweat in the past few days has a scent.

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When Sophora japonica had almost eaten, Zhou Ziyu and Yuan Xi became like close friends in a boudoir.

During the lunch break this day, he came to the private school to look for Yuanxi again, the two muttered a few words, and then went out together, leaving only Yan Heyi with her neck stretched like a swan in front of the desk.

Zhou Ziyu pulled Yuan Xi to his tea garden, pointed at a sturdy figure in the garden, and said in a low voice, "That's Brother Feng, he has been picking tea for my family for several days."

The Zhou family is a well-to-do family in the village. They have a small tea garden in the back mountain, and now is the time to pick small tea buds.

The tea buds that are picked now are as sharp as a gun and shaped like a flag. The buds are tender and green in color, and the taste is mellow and fragrant. It is the best choice for making top-grade green tea.

He ranks third in the family, with a brother and a sister above him, both of whom are married.

In the past, the whole family tended the tea garden together. These days, my sister-in-law has something to do, and I can’t get away from her. Zhou Ziyu has been favored by his parents since he was a child, and he is not very proficient in farm work. The main force for tea picking is only his parents and his elder brother. As for my sister-in-law, the family expanded the tea garden last year, so there are not enough staff.

Feng Wanlong heard about this from somewhere, and came to help with a bamboo basket on his back. He worked swiftly and meticulously, and the Zhou family became much lighter in an instant.

Looking at Feng Wanlong's reliable back, Yuan Xi showed a fatherly smile, and said to Zhou Ziyu with his hands behind his back: "Brother Feng is really nice, I agree with this marriage."

Zhou Ziyu patted Yuan Xi's shoulder lightly, lowered his head and said softly: "Don't talk nonsense, what is marriage or not, Brother Yuan Xi, don't make fun of me."

Having said that, he blushed again, unconsciously fiddling with the red rope with the bell on his wrist.

Over there, when Zhou Ziyu's mother saw him coming, she turned to Feng Wanlong and said, "Son, you've been working for so long, go over there and have a rest."

Feng Wanlong weighed the full bamboo basket, looked up, and understood Aunt Zhou's meaning, and walked towards Zhou Ziyu and the others.

Yuan Xi stomped his little feet, clung to Zhou Ziyu's ear excitedly, and said in a low voice, "He's here, he's here."

Zhou Ziyu introduced each other to them with a blushing face, then he was speechless and stood aside awkwardly.

Feng Wanlong didn't hold back, he picked up a basket on the ridge of the field and handed it to them, "Here are the tea eggs I made myself, I'll give you a taste."

Zhou Ziyu and Yuan Xi each took a tea egg, and then sat side by side on the field row with Feng Wanlong to talk.

Yuan Xi sat a little further away, with bulging cheeks, and secretly glanced at the two of them while eating.

Sweat dripped from Feng Wanlong's face as he gently told Zhou Ziyu about the tea garden.

Zhou Ziyu sat upright, his eyes dodging, and after a long while, he whispered back a few words.

Yuan Xi shook his head imperceptibly, and said in his heart: Brother Feng, don't worry, I won't eat your tea eggs for nothing.

He wiped the corner of his mouth, quietly pulled out the handkerchief around Zhou Ziyu's waist, and stuffed it into his hand, raised his eyebrows twice, which meant, wipe your brother Feng's sweat quickly.

Zhou Ziyu bit his lip lightly, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat off Feng Wanlong's forehead, but his eyes were still dodging, not daring to look at him directly.

Feng Wanlong smiled innocently, and suddenly saw the wound on the back of Zhou Ziyu's hand that was scratched by the tea branch, and said with concern: "It is enough to have me here, you don't want to go into the tea garden for a while, just rest here."

After finishing speaking, Feng Wanlong stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to check Zhou Ziyu's wound.

Before he touched his hand, Zhou Ziyu hurriedly dodged it. Feng Wanlong said "Sorry" and retracted his hand in a panic.

Yuan Xi watched from the side, covering his mouth with his sleeve and sniggering, secretly worried for them: You're too cowardly, come on!

For some reason, Yan Heyi suddenly came to his mind: Brother Feng is pretty good-looking, but he is still worse than his elder brother.

The appearance of Yan Heyi wearing a long gown to class, the appearance of sitting under the moonlight concentrating on making brushes, and the appearance of him coldly lecturing himself, all appeared in Yuan Xi's mind.

He didn't know why he kept thinking of Yan Heyi recently, and he didn't realize that he wanted to share with Yan Heyi any delicious food or fun he saw.

Dazed for a moment, Yuan Xi came back to his senses. He took a tea egg from Feng Wanlong's hand, lowered his head while eating, teased the green grasshopper on the grass, and forgot about Mr. Yan.

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After a while, Feng Wanlong went to continue working in the tea garden. Zhou Ziyu wanted to go home to pick up tools, and he also took Yuanxi with him to see the newly hatched chicks at home.

Of course, Feng Wanlong helped hatch these chicks.

When Yuan Xi saw these fluffy little guys, he couldn't take his eyes off, squatting on the ground and rubbing those little chicks one by one.

After a while, Zhou Ziyu called him several times from behind, and then he came out of the chicken coop, and said with a look of reluctance: "These little guys are so cute."

Zhou Ziyu sneered, turned around and went back to the room, took out a small cloth bag, and handed it to Yuan Xi, "These eggs are freshly laid, Feng...Brother Feng has illuminated them with a candle, and they are all able to hatch." Take the chick out, take it back."

Only fertilized eggs can hatch chicks. If you shine a light on them at night, you can see a small black spot inside.

Yuan Xi didn't shirk, took it in a hurry, and carefully carried it back to the private school.

He had been out for too long, and before he knew it, the private school was almost closing time.

Yuan Xi was walking on the road, and he could even imagine Yan Heyi's cold and stern face.

On the way home from school, Yuanxi carefully held the eggs the whole time, chattering to Yan Heyi about the fluffy little chickens in Zhou Ziyu's house, imagining how the eggs in his hand would hatch into chicks, and even planning the future Chickens lay eggs, eggs hatch chickens, and finally there are all over the mountains and plains with their own chickens, and then they get rich and have a great future of lying on the bed and counting silver.

When he got home, Yuan Xi took off his outer robe and went to bed, held the egg in his arms, and wrapped him in a thick quilt.

Yan Heyi was already a little unhappy because Yuanxi was abducted by Zhou Ziyu for a long time during the day, but now seeing Yuanxi holding the egg and not letting go, she has even more objections to Zhou Ziyu.

In Yan Heyi's eyes, these few eggs were simply undercover agents sent by Zhou Ziyu, they distracted Yuan Xi's attention, and even got into his bed.

At dinner, Yuan Xi still held the eggs in his arms, and talked to them from time to time, and the vegetables on the chopsticks dropped several times.

While Yan Heyi was sulking alone, she found wood and planned to build a chicken coop in the yard.

Yuan Xi heard the crackling noise in the yard, and came out to investigate with the eggs in his arms, and saw Yan Heyi chopping wood with an axe.

He had a serious face, as if he was not chopping wood, but someone's head.