Now that there is news, and the school is about to start, we have to start preparations.
The next day, finish the housework. Qian Liqin turned out a few pieces of cloth from the bottom of the box, and picked out some large and strong pieces from the leftover cloth in the drawer. The red, blue, yellow and green pieces were pieced together on the sewing machine for a long time, and a thick layer of cards was added inside. With the quilt as the lining and two hand straps, a sturdy and beautiful patchwork schoolbag is completed.
Qianmai really likes it. Compared with the various schoolbags in modern shopping malls, this patchwork schoolbag is made by Qianliqin patiently, stitch by stitch, and it embodies mother's love and mother's hope for children. Qianmai is really happy. Under careful observation, her mother loves herself so meticulously.
When I feel happy, I am no longer as cautious as before. Seeing that there is still some cloth left, Wheat can't help but express to Qian Liqin: "Mom, make me a small handbag again. Just a small one."
"What is it for?" Qian Liqin asked. In fact, she was also very happy in her heart. It has been more than a week since my daughter came back, and finally called her mother, her attitude and relationship are much closer.
"I want to take some boiling water in a bottle to school to drink, and carry it in a small bag."
Qian Liqin feels that wheat makes sense. It seems that there are no students in Nanjiang School who bring water to learn to drink. There are not many children who can often afford soda drinks. Most of the children are thirsty or hot during class, so they ran to the school for tap water. Under the faucet, he opened his mouth and drank. Farmers pay less attention to it, but drinking too much raw water is not good after all, so they nodded and agreed.
At noon, Yang Yong went home for dinner. He moved the old wooden table in the room to the large patio, and went in and out again with soap, scrub brush, rag, washbasin, water and a small bench. Pull out the drawer, stand on the small bench and wet the old wooden table with water, apply soap and brush vigorously with a scrub brush, wipe it off with a rag, rinse with water, and reapply soap. Washing and scrubbing, coming in and out, making a lot of movement, attracting Qian Xiaojun, Qian Xiaofen, Qian Xiaoyi, and Qian Xiaohai in the yard. Qian Mai said hello to them in Jintian dialect, and they quickly became a group of laughter and talk.
Qian Xiaojun was the oldest and strong, so he helped the cousin who had just returned to fetch water. Qian Xiaofen also turned around and entered the house, and took a board to help.
Qian Xiaojun, Qian Xiaofen, and Qian Xiaoyi are all grandsons of Uncle Zuowu.
Qian Xiaojun is the youngest son of his eldest uncle. This semester is going to be in the second year of junior high. Uncle Qian Songyu also has an elder son, Qian Xiaobiao, who graduated from junior high school and went to work in the Wenzhou factory. The uncle does the bamboo stick work by himself, sometimes at the client's house, and usually takes the work in the courtyard of the courtyard house, and the finished product is also placed there. The people in Nanjiang village need to find it familiarly and familiarly. In addition to using the hall for worship during the holidays, this hall is usually the uncle's studio. Aunt Huang Xueping is a native of the village. She usually works at home, and she sets up a stall to sell biscuits and deep-fried dough sticks after catching up with the market.
Qian Xiaofen and Qian Xiaoyi are the sons and daughters of her brother-in-law. Qian Xiaofen is two years older than Mai. According to the news last night, she will repeat the grade and go to the first grade with Mai. Qian Xiaoyi was one year old Qian Xiaohai, with a long and flat birthmark under his nose. He has a small nickname called "Japanese Officer", which looks a lot like and funny. As for the uncle Qiansongyou was originally a wage earner, but later met Longquan's aunt Li Aizhu. After getting married, I grew shiitake mushrooms in Qingyuan Mountain, the neighboring county of my aunt's mother's home. The couple are not at home. Usually a pair of children is entrusted to the grandmother of the children to take care of.
The child's grandmother's name is strange. The villagers called her "Blue Girl", Qian's grandparents called her "Blue Girl", Yang Yongqian Liqin called her "Blue Girl", and Mai Xiaohai called her "Blue Girl". Mai doesn't know how to write this name, it's "meier", "meier", "meier" or "meier" for Maier. It seems that this name is quite common in the countryside, and there is a Wang Meier in the west of the village. Mai thought, this is probably similar to the Ah Q in Lu Xun's writings. Whether it is "Agui" or "Agui", no one can tell. The old lady is devout to the Buddha. She usually helps her son with the children at home. When she is fine, she burns incense and recites the scriptures. She prays to the Buddha herself and sells them to others.
Qian Liqin told Mai to get along well with them last night, this Mai is not worried, everyone should be able to play together at almost the same age.
It didn't take long for everyone to clean the desk drawers. Unexpectedly, this clean table is quite new. Everyone also received unexpected gains.
It turned out that Grandpa Qianjia saw some little ghosts working so hard, and upon asking, he learned that Mai was preparing for the start of school. So he gave Xiaojun and Xiaofen two pencils and erasers. There are more latent wheat, in addition to the pencil eraser, there is also an iron pencil box printed with a flower fairy pattern. I also got a bottle of paint left over when the grocery store made cabinets. When the table was dry, Yang Yong helped the wheat to apply the paint. Sandalwood purple, wheat likes it very much. His eyes were full of the room, and finally he occupied the best chair with backrest in Yang Yongqian Liqin's room, and hurriedly moved back to his den. Provoked Yang Yongqian Liqin to laugh or cry.
The wheat had a very happy day, and the harvest was quite a lot. Ha ha.