The yard of my old home is quite large, and the cement floor has cracked. In the middle of winter, a small Viola yedoensis still emerged from the crack, trembling in the cold wind and blooming a small purple flower.
Song Tan stared at the flower and felt that the environment had changed and even the little wild flower became more beautiful.
Song Sancheng put his luggage in the main room and quickly called his daughter:
"Tan Tan, it's cold outside, come inside and warm yourself by the fire."
He rubbed his hands and feet as he spoke: "It's so cold riding a motorcycle!"
It took Song Tan a moment to react—yes, riding a bike in the middle of winter was indeed very cold.
But she didn't feel much.
When he spread out his hands, his palms were as white as jade. It seemed that he had tried his best to repair his body in the car accident in order to avoid the inevitable death. Therefore, his body had been tempered to a certain extent.
However, it is also very limited.
For example, at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and Song Tan's body trembled uncontrollably. She was stunned for a moment, and quickly rushed into the house.
This is a heated hut.
The area is not large. There is an iron stove in the corner next to the window, with a square iron plate on top. The flue is long, bending at the ceiling and extending to the hole in the other wall.
In this way, the flames in the stove are blazing, and the hot and pungent smoke is discharged out of the house through the flue. As long as the fire is lit, the whole house will be warm, comparable to the heating room in Northeast China.
Song Sancheng hasn't seen his daughter for a long time - this is the bad thing about working in a big city: there are few holidays and it's hard to buy tickets during rush hour.
The last time we saw each other was during the Chinese New Year.
But it was only three days off, and I had to work overtime on the fourth day of the New Year. It was very tiring.
He was 35 years old when he had this daughter. In daily life, he would do whatever his daughter said. Even after his son was born, he still followed this habit.
After thinking about it for a while, he didn't know what to say, so he stretched out his ruthless iron hand and took the roasted sweet potato on the stove:
"Are you hungry? Eat a sweet potato!"
He was not afraid of the heat, and Song Tan was not afraid now either. He reached out and took it: "Dad, you eat too."
"I don't want to eat it!" Song Sancheng waved his hand quickly: "When I was a kid, your grandma gave us sweet potatoes every day. Eating too much of this stuff can cause heartburn and hurt your body."
Song Tan was silent for a moment.
Song Sancheng finally found a topic to talk about: "How long will you stay at home this time?"
Song Tan opened her mouth. In the world of immortal cultivation, she had always been a straightforward person who would fight back if she was not convinced. But at this moment, the words she said weighed as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"Dad, I quit my job and want to go home and farm."
Song Sancheng fell silent for a moment. After a long while, he sighed, "Tan Tan, you don't know how hard it is to farm."
"You are a college student who came back to farm. I am not afraid of being laughed at, but you really can't bear the hardship."
The implication is that you don't agree.
Song Tan was not in a hurry: "Dad, when I was a kid, I picked peanuts, broke corn, picked tea leaves and watered the vegetable garden. I also did farm work."
"How many jobs do you do?"
Song Sancheng pointed at the pesticide barrel in the utility room opposite and said, "You can't even carry that barrel!"
It was an old-fashioned blue plastic pesticide barrel. When filled with water, it weighed 30 kilograms. You had to carry it on your back all the time when spraying pesticides.
But compared with digging tea mountains, harvesting rice and planting rice seedlings, this is already a very easy job.
Don’t think that people in rural areas don’t use pesticides. Cordyceps is very resistant to pesticides these days. If everyone else uses pesticides and you don’t, then you can just wait for your grain and tea to be eaten up!
As they were talking, Wulan entered the room carrying a bowl of milky white fish soup. The aroma filled the air. Even though there were still some slight smells of impurities in it, it was much better than what he had tasted during the day.
"Tan Tan, drink more soup tonight. The crucian carp was caught by your father from that wild pond. It is very nutritious. You should eat more."
When I turned around and saw the small piece of gauze on my daughter's head, and then heard that it was an accidental bump, I became more determined to give my daughter two more bowls of soup in the evening!
Wu Lan put the pot on the iron countertop of the stove to heat it up, and then looked at the sweet potato in Song Tan's hand:
"Tan Tan, don't eat the sweet potatoes yet. These are our local white-heart sweet potatoes, which are chewy and choking. Save them for the night, or you won't be able to eat later."
After saying that, without waiting for an answer, he hurried back to the kitchen.
Song Tan put the sweet potatoes aside and looked at Song Sancheng's complicated expression. He then went to the sundries area, picked up the heavy blue medicine barrel, turned on the faucet next to it, and poured water directly into it.
"Tan Tan!"
Song Sancheng also followed out - looking at his daughter's effortless movements, he felt sad for some reason.
My daughter has been obedient and sensible since she was young. She lives frugally and is reluctant to spend money even when working outside, all for the sake of this family.
Now the child has a wound on his head and he said he resigned as soon as he came back. He must have been wronged in Ningcheng... Yes, every time he called, he was working overtime, and the house he lived in was so small, how could he not suffer
At this moment, Song Sancheng was already shaken.
If the children want to come back and farm, let them do it. If they really can’t stand the hardship, the worst that can happen is that they can find a job in the city, which is at least close to home.
Just as Song Sancheng was about to speak, he saw that the pesticide barrel was already full, and his daughter, who "couldn't bear hardship", was carrying it like a toy bear.
At this moment, Song Sancheng, a 58-year-old farmer, looked at his rough hands, feeling confused:
Why do I think that bucket is heavy
Am I getting old
…
At this moment, a cheerful shout suddenly came from a distance:
"elder sister!"
Song Tan turned his head subconsciously and saw a young boy wearing a black cotton vest running down the road. He had long legs and was about 1.8 meters tall, but he was a bit thin. But his skin was fair and he had a dimple on his cheek. He was running towards him with a smile on his face, and his whole body was filled with joy:
"sister!"
This is her younger brother Song Qiao, who is eighteen years old physically and six years old mentally.
Wulan gave birth to him when she was 40 years old. There was no custom of prenatal check-ups in the village, so he was born like this and will always retain the mentality of a six or seven-year-old.
But he is very well behaved and sensible, and was raised by Song Tan when he was a child.
Until she left home to go to school and stayed in Ningcheng...
Song Qiao stood in front of Song Tan, his eyes sparkling, looking at her obediently, like a puppy.
Song Tan reached out her hand, and the boy lowered his head obediently and let her touch his cold face: "Qiao Qiao."
"Um!"
"I'll come back to accompany you, okay?"
"Okay!" Very loud.
Then he looked at Song Sancheng hesitantly: "But Dad said that you have to make money and it's very tiring. I can't pester you."
Song Tan laughed and checked his hands again, looking at whether the nail crevices were clean - he was very good and didn't pick mud in the middle of winter.
"Making money is too tiring. I don't want to make money anymore. I want to come back to accompany Qiao Qiao and my parents. Let's do it together. Is that okay?"
Song Qiaoke didn't know what it meant for the few college students in the village to come back to farm. He just cheered:
“Yeah!”
"Don't be afraid, sister! I can grow corn and I'll support you!"
This time, even Song Sancheng, who had been looking miserable, laughed:
"You can only put the kernels in the hole and break them off the stalks. How can you grow corn?"