During the busy farming season, the farmers’ festivals are simple and casual, and a day’s gathering and delicious meals are far less important than food to feed their families. Even the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival.
In the past few days, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly. It is the golden time for harvesting rice. All you can see in Nanjiang Village is the figure of the peasant waving the sickle, or the golden harvest that has dried on the ground. Yang Yongqian Liqin is no exception. He goes out early and returns late every day, racing against time, and he is so busy fighting with his heels.
This busy atmosphere has spread to schools, even in the first grade where the average age is only eight. The most obvious thing is that the number of late arrivals has soared. Every time the class bell rings for a long time, I see some children rushing into the classroom, sweating and panting. Asking for the reasons, both of them wasted time by helping the family. Lan Yifeng is familiar with the situation in the village, but he didn't go deep into it. Instead, he urged the students to complete their homework in the self-study class.
Qianmai also took over the third task from Qianliqin after burning the fire and feeding the pigs: donating Bansu.
Last night, Qian Liqin asked Yang Yong to rub out a basket of bananas, and gave some to Qian's grandparents, Lan Meier, and Qiansongyu in the same hospital, as well as Comrade Zhou from the credit union next door. Speaking of it, Nanjiang Village does not have the custom of giving each other fruits during the Mid-Autumn Festival. However, in the autumn harvest season, not every family has a complete variety of tree-head fruits, so neighbors and relatives who have a good relationship will give each other a taste and share their comments. There is still a copy in the bamboo basket that has not been sent out, which is intended to be given to the Su family Ruqian Liju family in the west of the village. Because the road was a little far away, and the lights were so dark, Qian Liqin didn't send it off when it was too late last night. Therefore, before going to the field in the morning, I told the submersible wheat that it must be sent to the Su family before dinner after school.
At this moment, the sun to the west was pouring red afterglow, and Qianmai stepped into the gate of Su's house in West Village under the initiative of Qian Xiaohai.
This is a brick and tile single-storey bungalow with three rooms facing south. In the middle is the main house. The two sides are divided into a kitchen and three small rooms. A set of dark yellow furniture and various farm tools are scattered and scattered. Looking at it, Qian Mai said that this house is not bad. It can be regarded as a high-end residence in a dusty courtyard in Nanjiang Village. Thinking of the various past lives, Qianmai's feelings for the Su family are very complicated. I don't know what it will be like in this world. In short, go with the flow.
At this moment, the room was quiet, only the clanging of bowls and scoops came from the kitchen. Qian Mai went in and took a look, only to see a boy and a girl with two children who were similar to him in the division of labor making dinner. Qian Xiaohai hopped over and called the teenage boy "cousin" and the girl wearing pink flowers "cousin". In this case, Qian Mai has a bottom line, and it must be Su Jianhao and Su Jianfen. Put Bansu on the dining table and smiled and said to the two of them: "I am Xiaohai's sister. Today is'August 15'. My mother asked me to give you some Bansu to try."
Presumably Qian Liju had mentioned the situation of Qianmai with them, but the two were not surprised. Su Jianfen asked amusedly: "Are you called Maimai?"
Qian Mai has long been accustomed to the uncontrollable expression when others hear his name. He is very calm and nodded. Then he asked curiously: "Why are you two at home? What about the others?"
This time, the older Su Jianhao answered her: "My parents have gone to harvest rice in the fields, and they have not yet come back. My three brothers and sisters are all working in Wenzhou, and they are usually away from home."
Seemingly similar to the previous life, Qianmai made a sudden realization: "So that's it. Are you also studying at school, cousin?" Nanjiang Village said he was big, he said he was young, and he hadn't met them when he came back. .
"Yeah," Su Jianhao said: "I am in the second grade now. I heard my mother say you are in the first grade?"
Qianmai nodded and said yes, and said, "That's great, I can ask my cousin if I don't understand in the future." Su Jianhao responded boldly.
Then, Qianmai and Su Jianfen talked a few words like "I have time to play at home" and so on. Soon, the few greetings in his stomach were all used up, and Qian Xiaohai, who was playing a slingshot, was pulled up and went home. Before taking a few steps, he encountered the Qian Xiaojun who went to the field to help after school. He was holding two baskets of heavy grains, and stopped to rest and move home. Qian Mai couldn't help but sigh. Compared with rural children, what is the burden of schoolwork for urban students
After returning home, Yang Yongqian Liqin was unloading millet from the wooden cart at the gate of the courtyard. Both of them were drenched, and their heads were covered with broken rice leaves and grains. Seeing that Latent Wheat was sad and distressed, he blinked and hurried back to the back room to feed the pigs.
The reunion dinner on August 15th was very late. After Yang Yongqian Liqin laid bamboo strips and rice stubbles in the corridor, one by one, the returned rice was spread out and flattened, and then cleaned and served on the table. A full moon had already risen, and the silver misty moonlight enveloped the entire village.
Dinner was eaten at Qianjia's grandparents' side. Because of the double relationship between busy farming and festivals, Qianjia grandma specially made a bowl of braised pork today, and braised two large plates of taro with cooking wine just dug back this autumn, and the rice in the rice cooker was also a full pot. . What is even more rare is that there are five or six corn on the cob, which is a rare thing in Nanjiang Village, Qian Xiaohai is so happy that he doesn't even eat any food, just holding the corn on the cob and gnawing.
Qian Liqin was also very strange, and asked, "Mom, where did this corn on the cob come from?"
The grandma of the Qianjia replied: "It was delivered by the Yang family, saying it was for the children to try something. They also want to discuss with you. A few days ago, her family’s wedding date was booked for Achun, and she chose it on the lunar calendar. On the fifth day of November, I want you to sell them the pigs at wholesale prices. I told her that I would reply to her when you come back to discuss it."
Qian Liqin thought for a while and said to Yang Yong, "Isn't the fifth day of November too early? There is still more than a month before the Chinese New Year, and this pig can still fatten several kilograms."
Yang Yong immersed himself in the meal, but didn't think much about it, his face looked tired, and said that Qian Liqin would do it all. Finally, the grandfather of Qian’s family slapped the board: “Just sell it to their family. They are all from the village, and the Yang family often come to chat with your mother and chat. Achun married the eldest son of the village chief’s family. It's inevitable to ask them for help if something happens. Just give it an extra gift." It turned out that my premonition on the day of watching the movie came true, and Qianmai had to admire his perception ability.
Yang Yongqian Liqin finally nodded in agreement, and asked the Qian family's grandmother to give the Yang family an answer. The Qianjia grandma didn't wait for the couple to get up to help her clean up the dishes, so she urged them to go back to rest early, and they will have a lot of work tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. The husband and wife were indeed very tired, and did not evade them. They told Qianmai to stay and help, and they went back to the house first with Qian Xiaohai.
When Qianmai came out of Qianjia’s grandparents’ room, the full moon had already risen high. Standing on the Qianjia’s corridor and looking up through the patio, the moon was like a jade wheel ice plate that had just been dehydrated. Silky clouds are very beautiful. Qian Mai was dumbfounded, and couldn't help praying: "They said,'It should be the Toad Palace that has no affection, and it will clarify half times in autumn.' Moon, if you know, you must know that Qian's family will not be reunited tonight. Hehe II Fairy, if you know, I beg you, before I have the ability to take my sister back, please bless her in good health."