After dinner, Qian Xiaomo and Qian Xiaohai do their homework under the lights. Qianmai didn't read his own book on the sidelines, but instead checked the homework of his two younger siblings.
The two are now in the same class, both in the fourth grade, and both paid for training when they enrolled. Especially Qian Xiaohai, the age difference was two years, and the money spent was enough to make Qian Liqin painful for two years. Xu Shi Qianjia has a special relationship with Lan Yifeng and Tan Xiangyang. In the second half of last year, the two little ghosts also worshipped them. Only this time Tan Xiangyang is the head teacher.
Turning to Qian Xiaomo's homework book, the page is neat and clear, the handwriting is neat and correct, the country is covered with red hooks, and there is a big five-pointed star underneath. But because of this, Qian Mai is more and more depressed. My sister usually has a one-stop after-school homework, but when all the knowledge points are put together during the exam, it becomes a worm. Most of the transcripts taken home hovered between seven and eighty.
Qian Xiaohai's is quite the opposite. The exam is pretty good, but the homework is messed up. In recent years, Qian's grandfather's focus has been placed on Qian's grandmother's illness, and he has become more and more unscrupulous when he neglects him. Reading his workbook is like reading a comic book. The math is fine, except for occasional red crosses. But the Chinese language is horrible. The pages are filled with Lan Yifeng's various ghost symbols. The most common one is the "recopying" of the will. Last week, there was an invincible pili comment: "You have to be mindful when doing homework."
Latent Wheat lowered her voice and asked solemnly, "Qian Xiaohai, where did your brain fly while doing your homework?"
Qian Xiaohai swiftly wrote homework on his hand, and replied leisurely: "It grows steady on my head."
"That homework is still so messy, pig brain."
"It's almost enough, why do you write so well."
"What is this nonsense?"
Who knows, Qian Xiaohai raised his head solemnly: "Really, sister. It doesn't seem to be of any use to go to college. A few days ago, the village was repairing electric wires, and it was Jiang Liwei's father who did not go to junior high school. But that. The assigned college student can only give him an escalator below."
Hearing this, I was full of emotions, but there are still lessons to be learned.
"Bang" slapped the table hard, and his voice became sharp and severe: "Okay, then you will be liberated now. It's really hard for you to write homework for so many years. Needless to say, my sister will help you with The adults said, I don’t have to go to school at all, I’ll do nothing, and I’ll never touch the books."
After that, he turned his head and raised his voice and shouted to the outside: "Mom, Xiaohai said he will not study anymore. From tomorrow on, I will take him up to the mountain and down the field. There will be an extra labor at home, so Dad won't have to work so hard anymore."
Qian Xiaohai stood up anxiously, trying to cover her sister's mouth. It's a pity that there is no sound in his movements and runs fast.
"That's great." Xu Shiqian Liqin responded very cooperatively when he heard something outside.
Qian Xiaohai suddenly looked like a wilted plantain, and his head was downcast. Qian Maimai refused to let him go, and punched the table again, making Qian Xiaomo tremble with fright.
"It's great that you don't read books. From then on, the Chinese peasant army has become a glorious member. Facing the loess and back to the sky, the trousers are throwing mud on their legs, wearing a hat on their head and wearing a fur coat, and carrying a bunch of small silver in their hands. Fish. That image is so realistic, much more handsome than the models on the catwalk, but it gives our ancestors a long face."
"Sister, I won't dare anymore~~" Qian Xiaohai kept begging with a bitter expression.
Qianmai didn’t care about it, and crackled and said: “Of course. You can also be a new youth, leave the countryside, march into the city. Move bricks, sweep trash, wash dishes, etc., etc., etc. Yes. There is a big living person who will never die from starvation. If you don’t grow up crooked, then you should be pretty handsome. Then go to the cafe as a waiter, the environment is wonderful, elegant and noble, maybe one day Qian Xiaoyi, Jiang Liwei and the others came to drink coffee and praised your good service attitude. They can also reward you with a tip of 50 yuan. Our whole family is still waiting for you to come back to feed the tip..."
"I'm studying, I'm serious about my homework, and I won't be careless anymore." Qian Xiaohai said sensibly, and sat back at the table to do his homework seriously, but his mind was full of thoughts. What my sister said is terrible thinking about it. But my sister didn't say it right. If one day they were serving dishes and washing dishes in the restaurant, Xiaoyi and Jiang Liwei would never reward themselves with money. They would definitely laugh out their teeth while holding their stomachs on the side. She was shivering all over, so terrible, she mustn't have that kind of scene.
Qian Maijie stood up quietly and went to the small kitchen. Qian Liqin was sitting on the stove and preparing her dishes to take away tomorrow.
Seeing the eldest daughter come out, I couldn't help but feel funny. This kid has known self-discipline since he was a child, and he doesn't need adults to worry about studying and living. Especially after I went to No. 1 Middle School, I lived very frugally. Every time I came back, I knew to bring some food for my younger siblings, and I did not forget to guide them in their studies. A radish in one hand and a big stick in the other hand, now the two little ones are completely taking her words as imperial decree. Instead, the words of herself and her husband went in and out of the right ear.
"What do you do if you frighten him suddenly?"
Slowly walked to the stove to burn the fire, Qianmai shook his painful hand and shrugged indifferently: "It's okay, scare you healthier, and strengthen your mental quality."
"Mom, what about purslane?"
"Yeah. I saw it in the mountains last week. You love to eat. Xiaohai pulled it back and blanched it to dry. He pulled back so much."
"Oh." You mean that I will avenge my revenge.
"The purslane and pig small intestines are fried, you eat it first, it will be useless if you leave it. Dried vegetables and pork are okay, you leave it to eat slowly."
"Oh."
"I won’t be back next week. I will ask Sun Hongmei to bring you vegetables. The braised duck and beef should be delicious during the Chinese New Year. Cut them up and bring them to you. You can buy some good dishes in the cafeteria yourself to keep you healthy. Only when you are done can you have the strength to read.
"Oh. Will there be trees to be planted tomorrow? How many more, or I will go to the mountains too."
"No, you can't have time. If you have time, you can pick some clear grasses nearby. After a while, you will be clear. Our house has been very busy lately and we haven't prepared anything. Seeing the time, it's time to plant melons and plant seedlings. Your dad hasn't come back yet..."
"Got it."…
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That night, the dim light filled with the aroma of cooking, and the potential mother and daughter talked for a long time in the small kitchen. This scene, many years later, has been deeply in the mind of Qianmai.