Farming and teaching across different worlds

Garbo wouldn't care. "

Ji Xiuran felt begging for mercy and said: "Third brother must keep it a secret, don't let Jiabao know." After speaking, he curled his lips and continued: "If that brat finds out, he will definitely be angry and ignore him."

Shi Jingchen looked at his frowning brows in distress, his eyes were full of smiles, and he agreed, "Okay, I just don't say anything."

After hearing this, Ji Xiuran looked at him with a smile on his face, and said, "Third Brother, you are the best." Then he thought of something, clapped his hands, and said annoyedly, "Oh, I forgot, this time I went back to my hometown. I haven't told Jia Bao about the matter yet, so I don't know what kind of temper he will throw."

Shi Jingchen patted him on the back, signaled him to relax, and said: "Jiabao is a sensible boy, tell him well, he will understand, Xiuran doesn't have to worry so much."

After thinking about it, Ji Xiuran also felt that this was the reason, so he nodded in response, then got up, and said, "Then I'll go and see what my parents are up to, do you want third brother to come together?"

Shi Jingchen shook his head and said, "I still have to go up the mountain, Xiuran can go there by himself."

Ji Xiuran nodded, knowing that he planned to walk in the nearby mountains when he came out this time, first to practice, and second, to take the opportunity to kill the large prey on the mountain to ensure the safety of the tenants down the mountain.

Winter should be the most suitable, but this winter will definitely not be here, so I want to take this opportunity to go to the mountains in advance.

And before coming here, I specially ordered more than [-] people to bring them here. They are all well-trained soldiers, so there is no need to worry about their safety.

Seeing that he wasn't going out together, Ji Xiuran got up and walked out the door, and told a boy who was standing by the door: "Go to the kitchen and have a look, prepare some soup, find someone to carry it, and send it to the field together."

The young man took the order to leave, came back after a while, and replied: "Master, the kitchen has already prepared soup and water, and someone has already sent someone to carry it. Let's wait at the door first, and those people will come out in a while."

Ji Xiuran nodded, and walked out.

After standing at the door for a while, I saw two people carrying a large wooden barrel, followed by a person, carrying some cups and ladles, walking over.

The few people who came to the front saw Ji Xiuran, but they were only the host, with expressions of awe, and wanted to put down their things to salute, but Ji Xiuran stopped him: "There is no need to salute, since we are all here, let's go."

After speaking, he turned around and headed towards the field.

The little servant also followed him quickly, and several people followed behind him.

Rice is not grown in Beijing, and wheat is planted in autumn and harvested in spring, which is not a crop for this season.

Now, most of the fields are millet, millet, and various beans, such as red beans, mung beans, and soybeans. It is the harvest time.

I just started walking on the main road, although it is all dirt roads with some bumps, but it is spacious and easy to walk on. Ji Xiuran still has some leisure time, looking up and looking around.

Looking at the criss-crossed fields, the harvested stubble is still left in the field.

In the bean field, the bean trees were pulled out, revealing the dug-out earth pits one by one, which was also quite interesting.

When we saw that the weeds on the edge of the field were starting to turn yellow, it looked a bit bleak in the autumn wind.

Then I saw the corners of the mouths of the people who were busy harvesting in the fields raised, felt their joy of harvest, and was infected by their simple and simple joy, so I couldn't help but bend the corners of my mouth slightly.

Walking leisurely, feeling the unique scenery in autumn, I feel leisurely.

But after a while, when I turned to the small road, the road became difficult to walk, and I didn't have the leisurely mood before. I focused on the road under my feet and walked carefully.

The young man saw the opportunity and saw that he was walking hard, so he rushed to his front and led him away.

Ji Xiuran followed behind Xiaosi, walking in with one deep foot and one shallow foot, without caring about anything else.

When he finally reached the field where Ji's father and mother were busy, Ji Xiuran was already out of breath.

Standing by the edge of the field, he raised his hand to wipe his sweat before turning his head to look into the field.

Father Ji was cutting millet with a few farmers, wielding a sickle.

Ji's mother, like the nearby peasant women, wore a cloth scarf on her head, helping to bind the cut millet into bundles.

I saw that she was holding a small handful of millet trees and twisting it three times, tied up a bundle of millet, put it aside, and then walked to the side to continue tying.

While Ji Xiuran took a breath, Ji's father had already mowed another piece of land, and Ji's mother had also tied up three bundles of millet.

Seeing the relaxed and happy faces on their faces, Ji Xiuran sighed helplessly at their hard work, and couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.

Then he asked the boy to call everyone to rest and drink soup.

Everyone stopped when they heard the greeting, and gathered around the field.

Ji Xiuran asked someone to serve two bowls alone, and he personally brought them to Ji's father and mother.

Ji's father and Ji's mother heard the greeting before, but they were not in a hurry, and stayed in the field to clean up.

Ji Xiuran stepped forward and called out: "Father, mother, don't be so busy, take a break."

When Mother Ji heard his voice, she immediately looked up in surprise and said, "Yaoer, why are you here!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored the work in hand and immediately stood up to meet him.

Father Ji also straightened up and turned around with a smile on his face.

Ji's mother stepped forward, reached out to take the soup in his hand, and walked towards Ji's father with it, and said as she walked: "Why didn't you tell me in advance when Yao'er came here, your father and I would have known it earlier and would not have gone to the ground." .”

Walking up to Father Ji, he handed him a bowl, and the two carried it to the side of the field and sat down.

Father Ji put the bowl aside, didn't rush to drink, but first took off the pipe from Bieza's waist.

With shredded tobacco beside him, he looked up at Ji Xiuran and asked, "But what's going on at home?"

Ji Xiuran followed them to the field ridge, sat down, glanced around casually, and when he heard his question, he turned his head to look at him, smiled, and said: "It's okay, my son just misses his parents a little bit, and he came to pick you up back."

When Mother Ji heard what he said, she raised her hand and patted his arm, and said angrily, "You're such an adult, but you're still so unprofessional. If Jiabao sees it, learn from it, what should you do?"

Ji Xiuran smiled indifferently, and said, "What's the matter, it's only natural for a son to miss his parents."

Mother Ji was elated when he said it, and she was all smiles, but she still lightly reprimanded him: "Slick tongue."

Ji's father took a puff of cigarette cheerfully at the side, watching their mother and son talking in plain language, and had no intention of stopping them at all.

Then, seeing the golden color in the field, he couldn't help but said, "Xiu Ran, look, this year's harvest is really good. Just this millet, ten mu can get more than twenty stones."

When Ji Xiuran heard Father Ji's words, he couldn't help turning his head to look, and seeing the heavy tassels, he couldn't help laughing, and said, "It looks really good."

Father Ji then took a puff of cigarette happily, and said with a smile on his face: "It's the land fertilizer on our farm. I heard from the farmers that there are no such good harvests in other places. There is such a good land, and we have to take good care of it. "

Ji Xiuran looked at Ji's father with a smile, and assured him: "Father, don't worry, I know, I will explain it to them and let them do their best."

Father Ji listened, nodded in satisfaction, continued to smoke with a relaxed expression, and said nothing more.

Seeing that the two elders were both in a relaxed mood at this moment, Ji Xiuran talked about business: "Now that the third brother's reward has also come down, the emperor should have no other intentions. We have discussed that we will return to our hometown soon. I hereby come here to talk to my parents."

Mother Ji was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Father Ji, signaling him to make up his mind.

After hearing this, Father Ji suppressed the smile on his face, took a puff of cigarette, let it out leisurely, and then said: "Father doesn't understand the matter in the court, since you have already agreed, then let's do it like this."

Seeing what he said, Ji's mother immediately said: "Mother also listens to you. If you want to go back to your hometown, then father and mother will go back with you, but I don't know when to leave?"

Ji Xiuran saw that the two elders had no objection, so he smiled lightly and said: "It's just a matter of arranging the affairs in Beijing, and it will only take ten and a half months."

Father Ji nodded after hearing this, and said: "If there are too many things to do and you can't get away for a while, your mother and I can help you bring some things and go first."

Ji Xiuran smiled, and said: "Father thought of going with us. At first, my third brother and I thought that father and mother would take a step ahead and bring some staff home first. It would not be so conspicuous. Before I said it, Dad brought it up first."

After hearing this, Ji's father just smiled, didn't say anything, took another puff of cigarette, and then continued: "It's arranged, just let us know."

After finishing speaking, he knocked the cigarette pot on the stone next to him, then wrapped the cigarette bag, stood up, and inserted it on the back of his waist again, then picked up the bowl beside him and drank it in one gulp, put down the bowl, and didn't look at Ji Xiuran again, He picked up the sickle again and walked into the field.

Ji Xiuran felt the obvious change in Ji's father's attitude. When Ji's father walked away, he looked at Ji's mother with a gloomy face, and asked, "Mother, is Dad angry? Do you blame us for making our own decisions."

Ji's mother patted his hand and comforted him: "Don't pay attention to him, your father just knew that he had to go a long way, and he was not prepared for a while, so he felt a little unhappy, and he will be fine after a while."

Ji Xiuran believed Mother Ji's words. Father Ji was getting older and more and more family-loving, and he really didn't like to travel far.

But he always felt that Ji's father should still be annoyed at them for making their own decisions, but since mother said it's fine, it really doesn't matter, so he didn't care about it.

He sat there and talked a few words with Ji's mother, and when Ji's mother finished drinking the soup and stood up and walked to the field, he also stood up and walked to the field together.

Ji's mother continued to squat down to tie the millet, and he also squatted down, wanting to do it.

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