When Rong Yu was going out, there was a hand-drawn tricycle in the yard with farm tools such as sickles and hats on it. Rong Yu walked over and dialed it, trying to recall whether he had been in the field in his previous life. But for him, it has been more than 50 years, and although he was with Ying Xun after his death, he was sleeping most of the time, so he felt that his memory was not very good, and he forgot those long-term events.
He only remembered that he went to the field with him, but within two hours, he suffered from heat stroke. After returning, he developed a high fever, seemed to be thinking a lot of messy things, and then ran away in fear.
"Xiao Yu, what's the matter, wash up quickly, have breakfast, we're leaving." Rong Yao pushed Rong Yu with his elbow.
With a response, she saw that she was holding a plastic basin with a gap in her hand, and there was a lump of yellow stuff on it, which smelled a little sweet: "What is this?"
"This rice bran is used to feed chickens." Rong Yao smiled and said, "I haven't fed chickens before, do you want to come with me, so I can pick up eggs!"
Rong and Hearing, his eyes lit up immediately, he nodded repeatedly, and followed.
The chicken coop of Rong's family is on the side of Rongyu's room, the height is only half of the main room, and there is a lock outside the door.
"Xiao Xun used to look at the chicken, but now it's yours to look at. If you hear the rooster crowing at night, remember to get up and call for someone," Rong Yao reminded, and turned around to hold the chicken trough for Rong He, and put it away The chicken lock was unlocked, and an unpleasant smell rushed over, Rong Yu's face immediately changed, and he took a few steps back.
"What, it smells bad? I'll come."
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded behind him, Rong Yu turned around and saw Ying Xun, who was half a head taller than him, looking at him with frowned eyebrows, reaching out to take the chicken trough, Rong Yu immediately took two steps back: "No, I can. "
Rong He looked at Ying Xun vigilantly, thought for a while, and said, "I don't know you, don't be acquainted."
Ying Xun was stunned for a moment, his heart ached, but he quickly came back to his senses and smiled a bit forcedly: "My name is Ying Xun, and I call you Rong, Xiaoyu, is that okay?"
"You're Ying Xiaoxun!" Rong Yu stared at him angrily.
"Well, yes!" Ying Xun laughed softly.
Rong Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned his face away.
Rong Yao looked at the two of them with a smile that was not a smile, and said, "Have you decided who will feed the chicken?"
"I'll do it." Rong Yu resisted the stench and stepped forward, trying his best to calm down, but he didn't know that his face was already wrinkled into a ball.
Rong Yao moved out of the way and pointed out: "There is also a chicken trough inside, remember to divide the rice bran in this chicken trough in half, otherwise it will not be enough, and it will chase you and peck it."
Rong Yu happened to stand in front of the fence, and saw the twenty or so roosters and hens staring at him, their pointed mouths moved, as if pouncing at any moment, and his face instantly turned pale.
"Let me come!" Ying Xun couldn't bear to see him like this, so he stood beside him and reached out to help, but was dodged again.
"I can do it." Rong Yu gritted his teeth.
However, he couldn't move forward no matter what, and his face was so tangled up that it almost turned into a bun face.
"Okay, okay, I'll come," Rong Yao lost his temper, and calmly grabbed the chicken trough: "Hurry up and wash up and have breakfast."
Now that I don't want to grab it, I breathed a sigh of relief, ran back to the house, took the washbasin and ran out, pulled up a bucket of water skillfully, squatted down and brushed my teeth.
Ying Xun kept watching his appearance and movements, feeling a little dazed. In his cognition, Rong Yu was the one who lived with him for three years before disappearing, but now this young man doesn't know him.
Feeling sad, he was about to turn around, but turned back suddenly, only then did he realize that Rong Yu was wearing his clothes.
"If it was him, he would definitely not want to wear my clothes!" Ying Xun's eyes were hot and his chest hurt badly, and he murmured, "That's fine, or forget about it."
Without that kneeling, without those three years of psychological torture, Rong Yu is still a pure and happy Rong Yu, that's fine. Just looking at such a beautiful person wearing this shabby clothes, still picking up his own, my heart hurts badly, he should have the best appearance.
The 1990s was the era of economic transformation. Countless rich people in the 21st century started their businesses at this time. If they drop out of school now to start a business, he can guarantee that he will definitely be able to give him the best life within a year.
But now that he is a stranger to Rong Yu, can Rong Yu accept his money
Based on his understanding of Rong Yu, that was impossible.
But that's good too, he can accompany Rong Yu to grow up slowly.
"What expression do you have?" Rong Yao just came out of the chicken coop when he saw Ying Xun standing stupidly staring at her in a daze, and couldn't help asking: "Are you coming back as a guest, or..."
"What's the difference?" Ying Xun calmed down his emotions and asked.
"Of course, the guests just stay here by themselves, don't they just go to wash up, we're going to the fields." Rong Yao sighed lightly, not worrying about one or two.
"I'm not going to leave when I come back." Ying Xun said seriously. Rong Yao, who had already taken two steps, almost tripped him, and asked in surprise: "No, why?"
"I've already talked to Dad about it."
"Seriously? What about Beijing?"
"They also agreed." Ying Xun was determined, leaving Beijing almost broke with Ying's family, even if he didn't agree, he had to agree.
"Okay!" Rong Yao didn't care about this, and it was useless for her to object to what the adults decided, but since Ying Xun decided to stay, she rudely urged him to wash up and go to the fields.
Ying Xun's appearance was an accident. The breakfast for four people became breakfast for five people. Rong Yu only ate half full and didn't want to delay going to the fields. Make him hungry.
Ying Xun was so stared at that he felt guilty, if he hadn't been about to go to the fields, he would have wished to cook four dishes and one soup for him now. However, Rong Yu's food intake was beyond his expectations. He remembered that Rong Yu's food in his previous life was only about one-third of what he eats now. How could he eat so much now
"When I get to the field, I'll dig sweet potatoes and bake them for you, okay?" Ying Xun coaxed softly.
"You don't have to cut the rice?" Rong Yu retorted, as long as he remembers entering the field, he would just work hard, and he would not have time to make roasted sweet potatoes.
"Cut, cut, I'll give you two for one, and I'll definitely roast sweet potatoes for you." Ying Xun assured, seeing Rong and questioning eyes, Ying Xun sighed in his heart: Is this child so suspicious
After breakfast, it was not yet full light, and besides a sickle, a threshing machine was needed to harvest rice. It was only then that Rong Yu discovered that the threshing machine was placed in the main room where he lived.
The threshing machines in the 1990s were foot-operated, and the iron sheets were very thick, weighing two to three hundred kilograms. It took at least two adult men to get them on a tricycle and tow them away. Rong and those who followed into the house didn't know what to do at first, but when they saw Father Rong and Ying Xun carrying it, they woke up and wanted to help.
"Rongrong, don't touch it."
"Xiao Yu, don't touch it."
An eager voice sounded in unison, and the two had already lifted it up. Rong Yu was not familiar with this machine, and both of them were afraid that his fingers would get curled up when he touched the wrong place.
Rong Yu quickly withdrew his hand: "I want to help."
Father Rong said: "We can do it, Rong Rong will help mother hold the car."
Rong and heard the words, ran out quickly.
Two to three hundred catties of threshers had to be tied up on the tricycle. Father Rong shook his head and thought it was okay, so he asked everyone to put the things that were going to the field into the space in the middle of the tricycle. A sickle is essential, as well as a hoe, water, a big umbrella, and a long stick.
Rong Yu watched everyone move things inside, but he still didn't understand why so many things were needed.
"Okay, let's go!" Ying Xun put the straw hat on Rong Yu's head, and smiled when he saw him hiding.
Rong's father was towing the truck, and Ying Xun was holding the threshing machine by the side. When Rong Yu saw it, he ran to the other side to learn how to hold it.
"Don't touch your hands other than the two pieces of iron on the outside." Ying Xun is tall, half a head taller than the threshing machine tied to the tricycle, and when he looks over, he can see the face and the top of the head.
"Understood." Rong Yu responded angrily, wondering why Ying Xun was so wordy.
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The Rong family lives in a remote place, close to the mountains, but far away from the fields. There are few neighbors around, and they can only see a family every seven or eight meters. During the busy farming season, everyone went to the fields at this time. When they saw Ying Xun and Rong Yu appearing together, they were taken aback, and then greeted with a smile.
"Xiao Xun came back to see Dad so soon, filial piety!" Uncle Huang laughed, his voice was loud, and Aunt Huang slapped his head, so he smiled apologetically, and added: "Old Rong, you The returned son is so handsome!"
Everyone: "..."
Uncle Huang, who said the wrong thing again, was grabbed by the ear by Aunt Huang and left.
The Rong family didn't have many fields to mow today, a quarter of the field, with so many people, it took almost two or three hours to cut the rice and thresh. This is also the last piece of rice for the Rong family. After harvesting, they will go up the mountain to harvest sweet potatoes, and in half a month they will have to grow seedlings. This is the life of a peasant family. They spend more than half of their time in the fields, but they still don’t have enough to eat in the end.
Father Rong is a little worried now.
Parents and children are naturally happy to be around, but this rice is not enough to eat!
worry!
Father Rong didn't notice the sadness, but his eyes were on Ying Xun.
The Rong family's field is not on the side of the main road, and the thresher needs to be carried in. I don't know how far away it is, but I know it for sure when I see Father Rong and Ying Xun put a thick rope on the thresher and lift it with a thick stick. Not too long ago, he began to wonder whether he should train his muscles, otherwise he would definitely not be able to lift his current small body after Ying Xun left.
Worried, Rong You followed behind the crowd with umbrellas, sticks, sacks and U-shaped dustpans, and looked ahead from time to time. Although Ying Xun is only fourteen years old, he is already 1.76 meters. In this hungry age, the key is that he has such a tall gene at the age of fourteen.
Fourteen-year-old Ying Xun is not only tall, but also very good-looking. Carrying the threshing machine and walking in front, the body bulged out a thin layer of muscle, which was completely different from the muscles trained in the gym. The lines were so beautiful that Rong Yu was a little jealous.
The sun has slowly come out, walking through the field stalks, the water drops have touched the corners of the feet, and they are soaked.
The five walked for about five minutes before reaching the field.
The summer and spring rice is already ripe, the orange-yellow ears of rice hang down, the wind blows, rustling, very beautiful scenery.
The author has something to say:
This article is probably the short story of Rong’s family’s parents. Chang Tian will write a paragraph before starting a business. At the same time, it incorporates the small romance between Rong and Ying Xun, which is slow-paced.