Ying Xun and Rong's father went back to the yard, and all they saw was Rong Yu gesturing with a pair of scissors. The plastic sheeting in the yard has been rolled out, and the two of them poured the sack of millet on it and spread it out. When they came back, Rong Yu was still gesturing with the scissors. When Ying Xun came back from taking a shower, he finally saw him stretch out his fingers, "click", cut lonely.
"I'll help you." Ying Xun squatted beside Rong Yu.
"No need." Rong Yu refused.
"You have been cut for half an hour, and your feet are already bleeding. Do you want your hands to be a companion?"
Rong Yu looked at the toes wrapped in gauze, then looked at the scissors, and handed them over.
Ying Xun took it, stretched out his hand to pinch Rong Yu's fingers, a numbness came from the fingertips, and Ying Xun couldn't help shaking slightly.
"Hold on tight, don't cut off my hands." Rong Yu reminded.
"Don't worry, my skills are very good." Ying Xun smiled lightly, starting from the index finger.
Under Ying Xun's hands, the blunt scissors became so sharp that they cut through the flesh without bleeding. Getting your nails cut is like washing your hair. It makes you drowsy. It's noon, and you've done farm work in the morning. Finally, Rong Yu couldn't hold on anymore, and fell asleep with his head tilted on his knees.
After Ying Xun finished cutting the nails on his hands, he was wondering whether to cut his toenails when he found that Rong Yu had fallen asleep. No need to ask now, except for the injured one, Ying Xun cut off all of them, and smoothed the nails with sandpaper.
Rong Yu fell asleep not long after this sleep, but was shaken awake for lunch in less than half an hour.
When Ying Xun came back, Rong's mother specially killed a chicken. Rong Yu and Ying Xun each had one chicken leg.
When Rong Yu was eating, it was like a dream. After eating, washing his hands, he climbed back to bed and fell asleep, but something was wrong when he fell asleep. Opening his eyes with all his strength, Ying Xun lay beside him.
"What are you doing here?" Rong Yu pushed in a daze. It was too hot in summer, and his hands and feet were numb from sleep. This push was like tickling.
"Take a nap." Ying Xun took it for granted.
"This is my bed." Rong Yu finally woke up a little bit, annoyed, the bed was too small, as soon as Ying Xun came up, the two of them crowded together, it was very hot, and there was no air conditioner, Rong Yu was alone Sleeping will make the whole body drenched, plus a stove that feels like walking, people are irritable.
"Obviously it's my bed, I've slept in it for more than ten years." Ying Xun teased Rong Yu.
"That's not true, your bed is in Beijing," Rong Yu roared angrily, and when he saw Ying Xun was stunned, he came back to his senses and felt that he had overreacted, so he turned his back, looked at the wall, and murmured: "Your home is in Beijing, you go back!"
Feeling Rong Yu's depression, Ying Xun reached out to touch him, but finally held back, and whispered: "That's where you grew up, and it's also your home!"
"No, it's not my house." Rong Yu's eyes were red, and he grabbed the white-washed big red quilt with his hands and held it tightly, emphasizing: "That's not my house."
[Rong Yu, the surname here is Ying, not your family.]
The voice in his head and his own voice sounded at the same time, Rong Yu blinked and shed a tear.
Rong Yu felt that if he had been awake for more than forty years with Ying Xun, then he must be in his fifties now, so he wouldn't cry like now. But in fact, he spends ninety-nine percent of his time in deep sleep, only waking up occasionally. The passage of time and the changes of the times have little significance for his psychological maturity.
Ying Xun's perception of Rong Yu's emotions was too keen, and he knew Rong Yu was crying in an instant. His heart ached, and when he thought of looking at him, Rong Yu seemed to be aware of his movements, and covered his head with a thin quilt.
"Tolerance."
"roll."
The crying voice made Ying Xun's heart entangled, wishing to hug him and coax him, but now Rong Yu is very resistant to him, Ying Xun thought about it, and coaxed softly: "Okay, your bed, don't fight."
Ying Xun turned over and stood by the bed watching Rong and breathing gradually calm down, and then he felt relieved. Looking at this bed of about 1.3 meters, he felt that if he wanted to have a place and not be kicked out, the bed had to be widened, otherwise, under such circumstances, he wouldn't be able to get on the bed.
When the heart moved, Ying Xun measured the length of the bed, found a few boards in the small hall, and went out of the yard, and then found a saw to measure the length of the boards in the yard. Rong Yao was sitting under the peach tree eating peanuts, seeing Ying Xun's movements, he smiled and said, "Did you get kicked out of bed?"
"Yeah!" Ying Xun said, and after measuring the length, he stepped on the wood and started sawing.
Rong Yao sat cross-legged on the ground, thought of something, and sighed softly: "Oh, cherish the present Xiaoyu, soon he will be as dark and strong as you."
Ying Xun was taken aback, thinking about it was quite exciting, but he still wanted to keep Rong Yu white and tender.
Rong Yao said: "Before I discussed with Xiaoyu, we will go to school together by bicycle when school starts, now..."
"You should live on campus!" Ying Xun interrupted Rong Yao, "I want to start a small business after this busy period is over."
Ying Xun came back this time and was not very happy with the Ying family, so he didn't plan to take money from them to go to high school. Besides, in December this year, the Shanghai Stock Exchange will be listed. This is Ying Xun's second plan , he desperately needs money.
"What business do you do?" Rong Yao's eyes lit up. Their family doesn't have much land. Apart from harvesting and transplanting rice seedlings for a few days, the rest of the time, mother raises silkworms, father does part-time work, and occasionally takes care of mulberry trees. There is nothing to do, the income is not much, and life is tight.
When I was young, I couldn't help it. Now that she and Ying Xun are both half-adults, they have to find a way to earn some income.
"Shall we go to the city to get some accessories and sell them?" Rong Yao suggested.
"No, we collect silk." Ying Xun replied, silk is cheap here, but it is not common in big cities.
There are three villages near Linshui Village, with about 1,000 people. The few families raise half silkworms, the large ones raise three silkworms, and the Rong family raises two silkworms. There are three seasons of silkworms a year, and the output is about 300 kilograms. At present, people come to collect silkworms every season, and it costs about five to six yuan per kilogram. The annual income of the two silkworms of Rong's family is only one thousand yuan. Excluding the cost of planting mulberry trees, they can earn seven to eight hundred yuan a year.
It stands to reason that such an income was not bad in the 1990s, but who made his two children go to school!
Now high school tuition costs more than 600 a year, junior high school tuition costs more than 400 a year, Rong Yao still lives on campus, and the accommodation fee is 200 a year, which shows how the Rong family lives.
They have a total of three villages near Linshui Village, about 200 households, and only a few dozen people can go to high school. For example, their family has a junior high school and a high school, and the total does not exceed five households.
After the incident between Rong and Ying Xun broke out, the two exchanged back, and it stands to reason that at most they could maintain the previous life, but who would have thought that Ying Xun would come back.
When Rong Yao heard about collecting silk, he felt quite strange: "Isn't there someone collecting silk all the time?"
"Do you know how much the silk outside costs per kilogram?" Ying Xun asked.
Rong Yao shook his head.
"Do you know how much silk is collected in Beijing per kilogram?"
Rong Yao shook his head.
"Twenty to forty-one kilograms. The selling price of a kilogram of silk quilt in Beijing ranges from one hundred to three hundred yuan." Ying Xun learned this information after going to Beijing in his previous life. He originally wanted to help the Rong family. By the way, people from other villages sold the silk to Beijing, but Father Rong refused.
In his previous life, it was because Rong Yu returned to Ying's family. Father Rong felt that he owed Ying's family and didn't want to use Ying's resources. Although Ying Xun found this resource, he was unwilling and missed this opportunity. But this life is different, and Ying Xun is going to do it himself.
"Twenty yuan?" Rong Yao's eyes widened, it was almost four times as much.
Their current salary in the town is only around 100 yuan a month. If their family can earn 6,000 yuan a year, is it okay
Rong Yao was amazed by the cake painted by Ying Xun, he didn't even eat the peanuts, and sat cross-legged on the ground in a daze.
Although Ying Xun has an idea, he is not in a hurry. In his previous life, he had already found a factory and a logistics company. In this life, all he has to do is talk.
It was past five o'clock in the afternoon when Ying Xun's wooden boards were finished, Rong's mother and Rong Yao were cooking dinner, and Ying Xun entered the room with the wooden frame and wooden boards in his arms. Rong Yu has already got up, sitting on the bed and rubbing his eyes, he is still in a state of confusion.
Seeing Ying Xun coming in, he was taken aback for a moment, then remembered why Ying Xun was here, so he relaxed again.
"Come down, I'll add some boards." Ying Xun put down the wooden frame of the boards and said to Rong Yu.
Rong and stare at him.
"You can't let me sleep on the floor!" Ying Xun began to pretend to be pitiful.
"Get yourself a bed and sleep in the small hall." Rong Yu's voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't want Ying Xun to stay with him, which made him always think about the things in his previous life.
"The small hall is full of things, and there is no room for a bed." Ying Xun continued to fight for a place for himself.
Farm tools, threshing machines, mulberry leaves harvested for temporary storage, millet tanks, and all kinds of miscellaneous things, including mice and cockroaches from time to time.
Tolerance and entanglement, it seems to be the same.
He turned over and got out of bed, answered Ying Xun's words, and went out of the house with the washbasin in his arms. Ying Xunsong sighed, he was really afraid that Rong Yu would let him sleep with silkworms.
Ying Xun Dingdang got busy in the room, after Rong Yu washed his face, he looked around. Mother Rong and Rong Yao were in the kitchen, he couldn't help, Father Rong was not at home, Ying Xun was adding a bed. For a moment, Rong Yu felt a little idle.
After wandering around inside and outside the house, I moved my eyes to the millet spread in the yard, and saw that although the sun was still very strong, but because there was a grove on the right, covering more than half of the sun, the millet could no longer be exposed to the sun, so I went into the house to get a sack come out.
The advantage of using a square plastic sheet to dry the millet is that by dragging its corners to the center, the millet can be packed into a pile and bagged, even for one person.
It's just that Rong Yu still couldn't escape the harm of the grain fluff, but after pulling two horns, his body began to itch again, scratching and pulling, and when the grain was pulled into a hill, his neck and arms were already unbearably red.
His face and face were almost wrinkled into buns, but he continued to push the millet into the sack bit by bit.
For half an hour, Ying Xun finally widened the bed from 1.3 meters to 1.8 meters. In this way, there is less room to walk around. The original passageway was about 1.5 meters wide, but now it has become a About meters, with a cabinet, it is even narrower.
Ying Xun stood in the room and looked around, and decided to pull the cabinet to the window, so that there would be a certain space by the door.
The cabinet was made by Rong's father himself. It was assembled with a few thin boards. It is about 1.2 meters wide and it is not heavy to carry. Ying Xun can carry it with one hand.
"boom!"
The sound of things falling to the ground sounded. Although Ying Xun was puzzled, he moved the cabinet first, and when he turned around, he saw the brand new suitcase lying on the ground.
It is self-evident who this box is.
Ying Xun lifted the box up, saw the messy password, and had the urge to open it.
Originally, Rong Yu returned to Ying's house according to the trajectory of his previous life. Although Ying Xun was puzzled, he didn't think much about it, but when he came back and saw Rong Yu wearing his own clothes, the feeling in his heart was amplified. Especially after seeing this messy password, all this is telling Ying Xun that Rong Yu wants to cut off his connection with Ying's family, and he is not even willing to touch the things brought from Ying's family.
Why
Ying Xun squatted on the ground and thought for a while, then sighed softly, put the suitcase next to the cabinet, and fastened the door of the cabinet that fell off. When he was about to leave the room, he saw the wooden bed without the mat. I have to get another 1.8 meter mat. I can't sleep half of my body on the mat and half on the board!
"Xiao Yu, why are you harvesting millet again?"
Rong Yao's shout came from outside, Ying Xun was taken aback, and ran out quickly, only to see Rong Yu's face, neck, and arms were red and swollen.
"It was like this two days ago, how dare you come here." Rong Yao was so angry that he pinched his face and pulled him out of the plastic sheet.
"It's okay, you have to get used to it. After you get used to it, it won't itch anymore." Rong Yu scratched his ear, and it turned red instantly.
"If you're not used to it, go wash your face and hands." Rong Yao didn't pay attention to Rong Yu's words.
Ying Xun understood what Rong Yu meant, would he have to live this kind of life in the future
What's the meaning
"Go take a bath!" Ying Xun held Rong Yu's hand tightly, his eyes were a little red, and said in a deep voice, "Wash twice more."
"Got it." Rong Yu shook off his hand, turned and went back to his room to get his clothes.
Summer clothes dry quickly. Usually, after washing, they can be dried in the wind for half an hour, and then put into the room early.
Ying Xun looked at Rong Yu's back, and his thoughts were a little confused.
What's wrong with Rong Yu