This week is really like a year for Latent Wheat.
The person is in a middle school, but the soul ran home early. Since Monday, she kept breaking her fingers, hoping that the days would pass quickly. For several nights, I slept in a daze, but suddenly the younger brother's weeping face appeared in his mind, and the father's face was full of anger. In a trance again, as if he had revealed the news to Sun Hongmei, Su Jiaru, Qian Liju, mother, grandma, and others were all babbling and condemning themselves.
It wasn't until I woke up profusely that I realized that it was a dream. Therefore, the heart has become more and more disturbed by Nanjiang. It wasn't until Saturday evening that I jumped out of the bus and saw Qian Xiaomo and Qian Xiaohai greet them with smiles on their faces. The impetuous heart calmed down and gradually returned to clarity.
On the stove, Qian Liqin was already cooking. Seeing her eldest daughter came back, she hurriedly asked: "I have lettuce you like today. Would you like to fry mushrooms or shredded pork?"
Looking through the wheat field, there were a few bright green and tender lettuce trees in the basket. They were so cute and dripping with water, they must have just been brought back from the ground. I couldn't help being overjoyed: "Whatever, Mommy shoots the stems first. The leaves and leaf balls are cold, wait for me to make it."
"Okay." Qian Liqin responded with a smile, "Go back to the room and put down your schoolbag."
Qianmai entered the room, put down his schoolbag, and was about to turn back to the kitchen, but was forcibly pulled by two brothers and sisters who had planned for a long time. Glancing at their flattering smiles, they couldn't help but smile knowingly: "Let's talk, what do you want me to do?"
The two blushed suddenly, their eyes gazed across the room, and they looked like they couldn't speak a thousand words. Qianmai stared at them with quizzical and inquisitive eyes, without blinking, staring at the two little ghosts. Qian Xiaomo twisted over, and habitually hugged her sister's arm to coquettishly, but her eyes frequently signaled Qian Xiaohai to speak. Seeing Potential Wheat, I smiled again. The two little guys are usually noisy and have a bad relationship. At this time, they know how to unite. So he asked: "What the hell is so hard to tell? Did something bad?"
"No, no." The two immediately resolutely denied.
"Then say it quickly, I won't help if I don't say anything." Qianmai simply gave the final "communication order."
Finally, Qian Xiaohai plucked up the courage to speak, with a flattering smile on his face, as if he had done something wrong: "Sister, that... That teacher Tan wants to summon you. There are two reasons... One is that Xiao Mo's math failed to be tested. Okay, the other is... I made a typo again."
"Oh? How much did Xiao Mo take? What did you write wrong again?" Qian Mai asked. Tan Xiangyang has always been a patient and active teacher who advocates quality education. He doesn't take people based on his scores. It seems a bit strange to summon him.
This time it was Qian Xiaohai's turn to blush without answering. The little guy stretched out his hand and pushed forward Xiao Mo's shoulder: "Now it's up to you."
Reluctantly, Qian Xiaomo put her burning face directly on her sister's arm socket, and a dull voice came from behind: "Sister, I only scored 82 points in the math test, but I didn't meet my father's 90 points requirement. Xiao Hai’s story is a long story..."
In the intermittent narrative, Qianmai finally sorted out the matter.
It turned out that Nanjiang Township School also held a mid-term exam last week. The careless ghost Qian Xiaohai has taken a lot of seriousness recently. He scored a perfect score in math and 90 in Chinese. But it is said that he could have got a higher score, and it is the blame for his old problems when he wrote the essay. The title of this essay is "My Favorite Person", and the person who wrote Qian Xiaohai is Qianmai. Real people and real things, eloquently, Lan Yifeng is very satisfied with the sight, and is about to give a high score to the composition. Unexpectedly, at this time, a mouse dung ran out, ruining the entire composition alive. That mouse shit is a sentence written by Qian Xiaohai in the article: "I love my sister very much, because she often'helps' me with homework." This is not bad, the nature of the error immediately rose from a typo to the level of ideological education. . Lan Yifeng swiped a big pen, deducted ten points, and sentenced Qian Xiaohai to fail the composition, and told the head teacher Tan Xiangyang of the matter. Thus, Qianmai was summoned gorgeously.
Qian Xiaomo just finished speaking, Qian Xiaohai hurriedly hurried up to explain in anxious manner: "Sister, you must tell Teacher Tan that I originally wanted to write'to teach' me homework often', but I didn't. Be careful to write "teaching" as "help". My sister should be very clear that I always write my homework by myself."
After hearing this, Qianmai didn't answer, but instead snorted at Qian Xiaomo: "Xiao Mo, in fact, Xiao Hai continues to write typos. It doesn't matter, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Qian Xiaomo and Qian Xiaohai were incomprehensible.
Looking at the two little guys who were full of doubts, the old god Qianmai was there, and said one by one; "Our three brothers and sisters have very similar names, only the last one is slightly different. Xiaohai's eyes are poor, and they can all tell the difference. His "help" is regarded as "teaching". Maybe one day, he will also regard "Mai" and Mo as "sea". When dividing the family, as long as he is careless, all things will become ours. Now. How good is this?"
Qian Xiaomo couldn't help being laughed at, not caring about the strategic unity alliance formed so easily, and laughed at his brother very unkindly: "I'm looking forward to that kind of scene. Xiaohai, you will write typos in the future. Wait until I inherit the family property. , I will share your bowl of porridge and drink it."
Qian Mai nodded, and the rap and singing summed it up: "This is called'a word difference'. He wrote it himself, and he can blame anyone. Then he can't cry in time, and he won't even be able to swallow the porridge you made. "
No matter how stupid Qian Xiaohai is, he also knows that the two sisters are smashing themselves, wrinkling their faces and begging for mercy: "Sister, I can't cry now. I promise this is the last time. If I make a mistake in the future, I won’t eat for one day. But... Sister, don’t tell my parents this time, okay?"
With a concrete guarantee, Qian Mai nodded with satisfaction: "Okay. For the sake of'Your Favorite Person' is mine, I will help you with this Hongmen Banquet tonight." Because tomorrow I will go to the temple on the mountain. Participating in the ritual activities of Qianjia's grandmother, Qianmai decided to visit Tan Xiangyang directly after dinner.
Entering the small kitchen, the lettuce shoots have been fried, and the tender and green land exudes the scent of chicken oil. Latent Wheat couldn't help but stretch out his fingers, pick up one and deliver it to his mouth. It was delicious and refreshing, green and pure and natural, and it was really delicious.
Next to him, Qian Liqin had already told me about tomorrow’s memorial service: “Mom will cook your dishes for next week tonight. There will be a lot of things tomorrow. Except for your grandpa’s visit to the store, our whole family will accompany your grandma up the mountain. You just have to visit the temple. Just go up the lap and just feel like it. After eating the fast, you can go down the mountain and take the car back to school."
"I see." Qianmai responded and walked over to blanch the lettuce leaves: "Does the ritual require a lot of money?"
"Fortunately. Your grandma prepared everything else by herself. We only need to pay the bill in the temple tomorrow. The specific number will not be known until the ceremony is over." Qian Liqin said, sighing. : "Recently, it's very difficult at home. Your grandma's heart disease is getting worse and worse. Sooner or later, you have to do it. It's better if it's early."
Qian Mai stopped holding the chopsticks in his hand, and asked hurriedly: "Where is the house bad again?"
"Your aunt's house is getting restless again. Your second aunt's house is also in disaster. On Monday, the township government suddenly came to a large group of people. Without a word, Su's family powder drying factory was sealed off, and a lot of them were found from your second aunt's house. Sulfate, bleaching powder, and feed rice. The evidence is conclusive, and it is in front of you that your uncle cannot deny it. I thought it was just a fine. Who knows, several units in the city also rushed to it that day. This became more and more troublesome. There’s no way to go private anymore. The license has been revoked and a fine of 20,000 yuan has been fined. Now someone comes to the door every day with a fan, and it seems that your second aunt’s house can’t escape this time...
"Oh..." Many years later, Du Qunsheng, who will be regarded as the first pen of the Huayang Daily, has always been unique in Huayang's cultural circle for his sharp writing, integrity and good for the people. I knew this, so I chose him as the starting point. Sure enough, the phone call on Saturday, the Huayang Daily next Tuesday published the news that the industry and commerce department investigated and dealt with "dried black noodles" manufacturers, which aroused strong concern about food safety from all walks of life. But the people in the township government had never made up their minds, and they must have been done by Sun Hongmei, who has an official background. In this way, with the disappearance of the Sujia Flour Drying Factory, the Sun family will definitely find a way to take over the other half of the sales market. So, if you take what you need, do you no longer owe Sun Hongmei
Qianmai shook his head and didn't want to listen to this topic anymore, so he interrupted and asked, "Where is my dad? Why haven't you come back so late?"
Qian Liqin replied: "The wheat will be harvested in a while, it will be very busy. So while you have time now, your dad will go to the mountain to loosen the soil in advance, and build a shade shed to grow gastrodia elata in time..."
The mother and daughter were chatting, and the food was on the table, and Yang Yong also came back with farm tools. After some cleaning, the whole family gathered together and had a simple reunion dinner, talking and laughing. Seeing the good interaction of his parents, Qianmai's heart was completely relaxed.
After the meal, Yang Yong and Qian Liqin went to the front room to discuss with Qian's grandparents about tomorrow's ceremonial affairs. Qianmai took two younger siblings to the school.
In the early summer night, stars flickered in the clear sky, and occasionally one or two meteors flashed across the sky, making the mountains more profound and mysterious. The cool mountain breeze blended into the faint sweet scent of cloves, lightly brushing the cheeks of latent wheat. At this moment, she was standing in front of the new teacher dormitory of Nanjiang Township School, staring at the innermost room on the first floor.
Under the warm orange light, Tan Xiangyang was holding her two-year-old daughter and coaxing softly. It seemed that the little girl was arguing about eating jelly, and Tan Xiangyang said, "I have eaten a lot today, and I will give the rest to Jia tomorrow. Jia eat."
Jia Jia, a very pleasant name. It matched this little girl with bright eyes, white teeth and pink makeup. Tan Xiangyang, who became a father, seemed to become more calm and restrained, and he also kept the eight-character Hu. At that time, "Xiao Mi Tuo" has fully grown into an "abbot", and he has been able to make Qian Xiaohai, who dominates the king at home, in awe, and Qian Xiaomo would rather stay on the playground to feed mosquitoes and other sisters than Will come to the class teacher to be criticized.
"Knocking, knocking" Qianmai knocked gently on the door.
Tan Xiangyang turned around and saw the person who came with a smile in his eyes. He hugged his daughter and pointed to the chair hurriedly, motioning Qian Mai to sit down.
Latent wheat put the homemade wild tea he brought on the table. After years of tacit understanding between teachers and students day and night, Tan Xiangyang was not polite and accepted it with a smile.
Qian Mai said: "Teacher Tan, did my brother and sister cause you trouble again?"
Tan Xiangyang smiled and shook his head: "You three elder brothers and sisters really have their own characteristics. Both of them are very good, that is, Xiao Mo's grades are much inferior to yours."
"What about Xiaohai?"
"A very clever and witty child, he can learn at a little bit, but he is careless and careless. He learns flute well and loves to play very well. If table tennis and badminton are second in the elementary school, no one dares to be the first. Good seedlings."
"Hehe, that's good. I thought he caused you trouble again." Qianmai gave a long sigh of relief.
"I came here this time not because of his typos. I believe you will never help him with his homework. But he was too careless, so he used a guise to scare him." Thinking of this a bit bumpy state His lover, Tan Xiangyang is a little bit. Then, he took out an ancient book "Longquan Meizi Qinglu" with brown thread and yellow from the drawer, and handed it to Qian Mai, "I saw this from my uncle's house when I returned to my hometown last time." It was uploaded by the ancestor, and it should be quite valuable, so I brought it here."
Qianmai received it as a treasure, and immediately turned it over. The title page was clearly printed "Winter of Guangxu Twenty-Nine Year". Yes, it is indeed a good thing. But Baina seems to be too much, anyway, it was uploaded by the ancestors. So he told Tan Xiangyang: "Teacher Tan, you can ask me a price. I can't afford it if it's too high, but I'm embarrassed to take it for nothing."
"Take it. Anyway, many of the ancient books of Longquan celadon are in your place. It would be better to put them together in one person's hand." Thinking of the former general manager, Tan Xiangyang couldn't help but laugh. It seems that his lover cannot use normal student's. Look at it with eyes. While others were still racing for scores and desperately working hard, she was able to do well in her schoolwork at a young age. In her spare time, she is not like an ordinary rural girl staying at home to do housework. Instead, she carries a small basket and wanders around the nearby Shixiang Jiu'ao like her back garden. It can be said that the inconspicuous antiquities and ancient books left by the ancestors of Nanjiang Township are basically in her hands. It's just that the things she used to eat snacks are still worthless in the eyes of others. Wasn't it the way I was at the beginning, I found them for her one by one, thinking that it was just a little girl who loves her hometown celadon inexplicably. Until last year, a number of experts came to Dayao to search for isolated and lost ancient books, and only then did I know that the gifts given to the little girl have always been precious treasures that can never be met.
Seeing the persistence in Qianmai’s eyes, Tan Xiangyang changed his way and said: "My uncle’s family, they listened to your suggestion and re-designed it last year. They made some exquisite Korean home-made tea sets and bowls. The utensils and cups are sold in the market, but the sales are surprisingly good. I think you have the right idea. Longquan celadon has always been too confined to the field of art decoration, so it is not as commercial as Jingdezhen porcelain. ."
Qianmai was overjoyed when he heard it, so he didn't take them in vain. I thanked Tan Xiangyang: "If this is the case, I am disrespectful. I will accept this book. I also asked Teacher Tan to convey my gratitude. If I have time, I will draw a few pictures for them to try. Maybe it will. Some reference value." (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)