A Rural Life in the 70s

Small autumn is not polite, sweet and thank you, Xiao Xia is handed over to her sister: "Sister, you help me!"

Everyone just thought that the relationship between the two ladies was good, and Xiao Xia’s whole heart relied on it... Xiao Xia went on and shouted: "Sister, don’t give me any money, I remember, go home and give it to me. !"

When this was said, everyone couldn’t stop laughing again.

After laughing, Xiao Xia relied on his grandfather to talk, and Xiao Qiu followed.

Song Xiuju has already sorted out the basket that Xiaoqiu brought, and while taking things out, she was surprised: "Xiaoqiu, how come with such some rice? Oh, there are so many sesame seeds, peanuts... and white sugar..."

Zhong Yuqin also frowned, and pulled Xiaoqiu’s hand to speak, but Xiaoqi grabbed it in front and smiled and said: “Hey, I’m taking those peanuts and sesame seeds, I’m thinking of asking you to be a teacher. I made peanuts and sesame sugar. I did not say that my mother was doing it. It’s not that the sugar has gone through the pain, that is, I can’t get the heat and stick my teeth...”

It’s not a bad thing for granddaughter to learn some craftsmanship, but every household in this year is not well-off. The precious things like peanut sesame and white sugar are naturally not arrogant. Besides, she is also puzzled. Her daughter’s life is not affluent. Peanuts can also be grown in the land of their own, but there are so many sesame seeds, where did the granddaughter get it?

Looking at the old lady's face did not ease the trend of relaxation, Xiaoqiu thought, and thought of the original, and quickly explained: "Hey, rest assured, this sugar was sent to the hospital a few years ago, Dr. Hu gave, sesame is the village People of all races, I exchanged three pounds of millet for a pound."

Xiaoqiu’s words were half-truthful. Dr. Hu did give sugar, but it was not sugar but glucose; she did change the sesame, but only changed half a catty. Of course, the premise of these words is that her mother is sitting on the moon, and the family has picked up a lot of millet. It can't be eaten and changed for something else. It is also true.

Listening to her explanation of the head is the way, Zhong Yuqin finally relieved, his face eased down, relieved doubts, and then inevitably felt sad: If it is not the hard days at home, the children need to spend a lot of thoughts on eating candy!

Secretly sighed, Zhong Yuqin raised his hand and touched Xiaoqiu’s little nephew, and smiled slightly: “Well, good, Xiaoqiu is willing to learn, you will definitely teach you. Right, are you not eating tofu? Noon I will do it for you, let's make tofu balls, and make a pot of tofu..."

Talking about it, Zhong Yuqin couldn’t help but sigh, but looking back at Xiaoqiu, it’s a happy look: “Satiate, rest for a while, you will teach you sugar!”

Xiaoqiu helped the cockroaches to pack things up and hit them, saying: "You don't have to worry, you can tell me better, let us stay in our home for a few more days!"

"That is good!" Zhong Yuqin really rejoiced this time.

Xiaoqiu said again: "Hey, I have eaten, I want to go to the hospital for Zheng Dean and Hu Ayi for a year, then go to see Grandma Wang and Yuhua's nephew. When my mother and Xiaodong were hospitalized, no one was there. Take care less!"

"Oh, hey, this is what it should be!" It is extremely rare for the child to be grateful. Zhong Yuqin naturally will not oppose it. He will answer it and ask, "Have your brother named?"

Xiaoqiu smiled and nodded: "Yeah, or my uncle asked, my big boss is helping me, saying that it is along the name of me and Xiaoxia, born in the winter, it is called Xiaodong. My mother and I It’s all right.”

"Well, um, it's good!" Zhong Yuqin always worried that the temper of the big niece was too soft and would not get along with him. The third-year-old daughter-in-law did not say that Xiaoqiu’s wife, Wei Aimei’s temper, was a good one, but it was a good one. Now, listening to Xiaoqiu’s saying, I know that the relationship between the two is good, and naturally I am very pleased.

Song Xiucheng took the initiative to clean up the rabbit's work. Xiaoqiu saw him take the rabbit directly to the board. At first glance, the layman did not work this job. He quickly reminded him: "Hey, I see when I am packing up, It’s going to the yard to hang up and pick up.”

Song Xiucheng blushes, squinting at the rabbit and walking outside, saying: "You are a little devil!"

Xiaoqiu turned back to the same sorrowful look of Shangyu, and finally couldn’t help but smile: "You can’t open your face!"

Zhong Yuqin smiled and shook his head: "You are not wrong when you stumble. You know so much, you are not a ghost elf!"

Xiao Qiu quite nodded in her own way, proudly said: "That is, don't look at who my grandson is... hahaha..."

After the words were not finished, Zhong Yuqin and Song Xiuju were teased and laughed.

Just went to the yard, Song Xiucheng, who was looking for a place to hang the rabbit, heard the laughter, and his face was hot again. He whispered: "Sure enough, it’s a little person, you have to be crazy!"

The pot of tofu is fried, fried in the oil pot after the tofu, Xiaoqiu fried the dumplings to golden, first tasted one, and then sent it to the house, and gave it to the grandfather: "Grandpa, this It’s my family’s dumplings, which are specially brought to you for a taste!”

Song Shengshu claimed to know the book, and he was good at life, but he didn't want to be old. He was also pulled out to fight the streets and interrupted his legs. These days, he was depressed and couldn't sleep well. When the two little granddaughters came, Xiao Xia was a little mouth and wiped the honey. He slammed it and laughed at him. Xiao Qiu was sensible and filial and filial, so that Song Shengshu was relieved and his mood was unconscious.

See Xiaoqiu holding the dumplings over, but he did not hesitate to pick up the chopsticks in the past, picking up a dumpling and blowing it, first sent to Xiao Xia’s mouth. Xiao Xia didn't know how to be polite. He opened his mouth and bite a little and half. The rest of the dumplings, Song Shengshu, were sent to his mouth and chewed and swallowed. Then he smiled and said: "Hey, the stuffing is good, Your mother's skill in filling this stuff is getting longer... Hey, can you work now? Can you touch the cold water!"

Xiaoqiu laughed when he heard this: "Grandpa, don't worry, I am at home, and I am helping me, I am not letting my mother work. And wow, are you sure that this stuffing is good?"

Song Shengshu understood this moment, watching Xiaoqiu smile and nodded: "Yes, yes, your little girl is a soul, the skill of adjusting the stuffing is even stronger than your mother. However, it is almost worse than you. child!"

Zhong Yuqin also happened to have two pieces of fried pot of tofu coming in. When I heard the words of the old man, I couldn’t help but blush a little, and said: "You are old and not shy, talk nonsense!"

Xiaoqiu smiled and said: "Hey, I have eaten more salt than I have eaten. Where can I compare with me... This is also good, indicating that I still have room for improvement. I am studying well with me. Learn!"

After lunch, Zhong Yuqin handed Xiaoqiu to Song Xiuju and said: "Every day after lunch, Song Dean must go to the family named Liao to see a doctor. You will not see anyone at this time, and you will take a break with you for a while. Let's go!"

Xiaoqiu promised to enter the West Chamber where Xiaoxiao lived with Xiaoxiao. While thinking about it for a while, he remembered the patient who was sent to the hospital by Grandpa’s farm. It seemed to be the surname Liao... How to listen to it, this The surname Liao does not live in a health center, but seems to live in the town?