In the patter of autumn rain, students from Nanjiang Township Central School ushered in the midterm exam.
Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, and even the exams did not affect the mood of the students. Because, after the mid-term exam, in accordance with Nanjiang Township's practice, the school decided to take a full week of busy farming leave. For students, there is nothing happier than a holiday. This is the truth that will never change regardless of age.
Qian Mai made a slight mistake and ran away from the classroom first.
Yang Yongqian Liqin was upstairs. Hearing that his daughter had opened the door so early and came back, he couldn't help but call up for questioning.
The wooden floor upstairs is covered with a large piece of shell millet, as well as some taro and potato. The couple are working together to pour millet into the bag. Seeing his daughter coming up with a smile, Yang Yong couldn't help but jokingly said: "Seeing you smiling so happily, you must have scored 100 points in the test?"
Latent Wheat's head immediately shook like a rattle: "That's difficult."
Qian Liqin also interjected: "Looking at her, she never reads the book when she goes home, and she pays 100 points... I don't want her to get 100 points in the exam. I only ask for the training fee and tuition fee. . One dollar can buy her one point for Amitabha."
Khan, who invented this cost theory
Yang Yong broke the iron pan and asked in the end: "Then how many points do you think you can test?"
Qianmai replied casually: "It's normal."
Yang Yong raised his eyebrows noncommitantly, and said to Qian Liqin: "Her remarks really reminded me of a joke. In the past, there was an overseas student studying abroad, and no one was caring about it. It wasn't until the final exam that I had to write a family report to my parents, so I frowned. He, he, after thinking about it for a few days, finally wrote the home. The content is: father, mother: I am studying at school. Book, everything is good, only English fails. I'm afraid one day she will tell me the same."
Quack, do the couple sing and criticize each other? Is it too early? However, Dad's English pronunciation with Luodian accent is so funny that he can be a comedian of dialect. Qian Wheat lowered his eyes and muttered his belly, and the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper without knowing it.
Yang Yong looked funny. This child has a thick skin. Others say that she is as okay as she is: "What a smile, you are talking about."
The old god of Qianmai was here: "I don't understand, you said it for nothing. What are you doing? How many grains did our family collect this year?"
Yang Yong was idle as well, and he answered her daughter’s question seriously: "I will call your grandma Xingu. This year's harvest is not bad. He has collected 800 kilograms of land from his acre, and the rented Liangqiu field is also harvested. It cost five hundred catties. Counting the wheat harvested in the summer, our family will not be short of food this year."
"It's good to dare to love." There is no peasant family that is more precious than food. The grain is in the warehouse, and my heart is at ease. "If it rains like this, we will be fine after the holiday."
Yang Yong looked at Xiao Xiaoqiuyu who was beating the grapefruit leaves outside the window, and said, "This rain is not heavy, and it won't last long. Our family grinds starch first, and a little rain will not get in the way."
Qian Liqin also took the conversation and said: "It is said that it is cold in the autumn rain. When you go to the pig house to pull some straw down and spread the pigs."
Yang Yong responded. This pig brother has been "keep warm", and he can't be bothered.
After dinner, Yang Yong took some thumbtacks and plastic film, beat them, and covered the wooden lattice windows in the two rooms. Qian Liqin also put away the thin quilt, ready to change into a thicker quilt. Qianmai Gu Zi was practicing calligraphy on the desk, but slowly stopped writing, always feeling that he had forgotten something.
Yang Yong reminded him when he saw it, "Don't be distracted, I'll fix it right away."
Qian Mai tilted her neck, frowned and thought: "I always feel that something is missing in my room."
"What's so bad?"
"If I knew it, I would have said it a long time ago." After that, she put aside the pen and ran outside Yang Yongqian Liqin's room and looked at it carefully. Finally, Mao Sai suddenly opened: "What I lack in my room is the curtain."
Qian Liqin was sewing the quilt without raising her head and said, "What kind of curtains do you use for your child's house. Your window faces back, and there is a small patio wall blocking it, so you don't need it."
Qianmai argued for reason: "The small door of the main house and the kitchen of the uncle's house can lead to the small patio. I have to protect my privacy."
Qian Liqin said: "What privacy do you have? Come and listen."
What can be said is not called privacy. Qianmai refused to follow him, walked over to pull Qianliqin's clothes corner, begging: "Anyway, I want curtains. Mom, even quilts are fine, you can tear down some old clothes and make one, I won't pick it. There are no curtains hanging, it's weird in my heart."
Yang Yong heard it inside and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Give her the two pieces in the wooden box. When the child is older, it's time to set up a decent room."
Qian Liqin answered, and when a quilt was sewn, he slowly flattened it, inserted the needle into it, got up and scoured out two pieces of light blue dyed cloth from the wooden box. When you opened it, it was a picture of plum blossoms and magpies. Good sign, good luck, Qianmai likes it very much.
Qian Liqin touched the fabric, still a little bit disheartened, and said, "The curtain fabric is good, it was given by someone else when I was newly married."
Haha, Qian Mai really wants to laugh, mom, your child is so old and you are still newly married.