Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

The rough small solid wood dining table is placed directly not far from the stove, just under the huge camphor tree. It not only blocks the dazzling sunlight at noon, but also allows you to smell the fragrance of the camphor tree while eating. One more thing, that The camphor tree is insect-proof. Sitting under the tree to eat will reduce the chance of being bitten by small mosquitoes.

A small solid wood dining table, paired with a thick farmhouse stool, is waiting for all the dishes to be placed on the table. The fragrant simmered rice is placed in the corner of the table with a pot.

As soon as the brother and sister sat down at the table, they immediately felt like home.

Sicui took a wooden spoon to serve her brother rice, while Gu Siwei was waiting for his sister to serve him.

"Brother, here you go".

As if Sicui was afraid that her brother would not be full, she gave him a full bowl of rice, and finally gave him half a spoonful of rice. If he could not step on it, Sicui would probably still be able to give his brother a bowl. Add two or two meters to it.

"too much!"

Gu Siwei didn't eat much rice. When he saw his sister serving him so much, he picked out half a bowl and put it in his sister's bowl. Eating vegetables not only keeps you full but is also healthy. Eating too much rice and noodles can make you gain weight..."

"I wish I were fatter."

When Sicui saw it, she didn't want to serve it herself, but just ate the rice that her brother had brought over.

Picking up the bowl, Sicui said again: "Brother, our bowl is too small. Two or three bowls can't even fill us up."

The bowls Gu Siwei uses at home are all given by Qiao Yitong. The high-quality products produced in Jingdezhen cannot be the same as the old coarse bowls used by the big guys in the village. They are also bowls of rice. Each bowl of the old coarse bowl can hold at least a kilogram of rice. But now How could the bowl he was using hold a pound of rice? Let alone one pound, two taels of rice would be hard to handle.

So Sicui complained that the bowl was small.

"Eat less rice, won't you be satisfied with the chicken?"

As he said this, Gu Siwei gave Sicui a piece of chicken drumstick.

"I don't eat rice. I always feel like I'm not full."

After Sicui finished speaking, she buried herself in her food.

Gu Siwei chewed slowly. After finishing a bowl of rice, his stomach was 80% full. He filled a bowl of soup and drank it slowly, looking at Sicui while drinking.

Sicui eats really deliciously, like a little wolf, gnawing at the rice with big mouthfuls, with rice grains hanging on her face, and a line of sauce-colored oil on her cheeks, obviously eating chicken Gnaw.

"Brother, do you want to eat?"

I saw that there was still half a plate of sugar-stirred tomatoes. A lot of tomatoes had gone down, but the essence of the sugar-stirred tomatoes was at the bottom. The juice that had been killed by the sugar was sweet and sour, which was most liked by children as big as Sicui. , so it’s not surprising to be targeted.

"I won't eat, you go ahead and eat everything on the table."

Gu Siwei said with a smile.

Sicui looked at the monkeys around her: "Do you want to leave some for the monkeys?"

"No, we can't feed them while we're eating. It's not good if they get used to it. When you're done eating, put the chicken bones or something on the wooden board over there, and they'll know it's theirs. Food," Gu Siwei said.

Gu Siwei still has requirements for the monkey group, that is, the entire monkey group must watch when he is eating. Any monkey that comes up at this time will be beaten by Gu Siwei, so no matter how greedy he is, these monkeys Not daring to make a mistake, he squatted down about three meters away from the table and waited.

"Only chicken bones?" Sicui felt a little embarrassed.

"They don't have anything to choose from. Meat is not their staple food. Just give them some rice dumplings and that's enough. The wild monkeys will stop working if they keep feeding them," Gu Siwei said.

With a cry of oh, Sicui stopped making any noise, and started to sip the sweet soup from the plate holding the tomatoes.

After slurping down the sweet tomato soup and finishing the fried chicken, Sicui set her sights on the braised eggplant again.

It's just that Gu Siwei really didn't dare to let her eat anymore, so he stopped her: "Don't eat this, you have eaten a lot. If you eat more, don't burst your belly. Keep it. If you are hungry before eating in the afternoon, don’t worry I won’t compete with you.”

Sicui was a little reluctant, but she listened to Gu Siwei's words, so she reluctantly put down the plate and took a bite of rice, like a greedy cat.

There were several times when Gu Siwei almost couldn't help but let her eat, but he still didn't open her mouth. He was really afraid that something would happen to this girl.

Gu Siwei knows that people nowadays can eat, not to mention others, only the old man Liu Fulin, if you let him eat it openly, he can kill at least seven normal big steamed buns, and if he performs extraordinarily well, it won't be a problem to kill nine.

This is not Gu Siwei's bragging, but the average fighting ability of the strong men in the village. If it were replaced by two steamed buns like Gu Siwei's, it would be in his throat.

Nowadays, villagers don’t have much meat to eat. If they want to stay hungry and have the strength to work, they have to work more rice. Since rice contains carbohydrates and has little oil and water, it’s natural to eat more.

"Have some soup!"

Sicui saw that Sicui had wiped everything on the table except for the braised eggplant and half a plate of fried meat with green pepper. The plate was as clean as if it had been washed, and Sicui had wrapped it in rice wherever there was some soup.

"I won't drink any more soup. I'm full."

Sicui patted her bulging belly happily and burped at the same time.

"That's great." Sicui looked satisfied.

Gu Siwei was a little worried: "Eat less in the future, and it is best to eat until you are eighty-fourths full. If you eat too much, you will easily become fat in the future."

"Isn't it good to be fatter?" Sicui was a little confused.

"It's not good to be fat. My body...forget it, it's useless to tell you this now."

I originally wanted to give the little girl some health education, but considering that she was now as thin as a large mantis, I decided to forget it and wait until the real girl gained weight.

After resting for a while, Sicui got up and cleared the table and washed the bowls. At this time, Gu Siwei acted as a hands-off shopkeeper, doing nothing, just like his butt growing on the bench.

Sicui worked very quickly, and the brother and sister didn't have many dishes to clean, so Sicui finished all the work in less than five minutes.

So the brother and sister sat facing each other under the porch at the door of the big house and began to eat idly.

After sitting for a while, Gu Siwei felt that it was boring, so he asked Sicui: "Did you memorize the text I asked you to memorize last time?"

"Which one?" Sicui didn't know which one his brother was talking about.

Gu Siwei didn't know which one it was. His teaching was a bit casual, and he 'edited' all the other texts himself, so he said: "The most recent one."

"Snow White?" Sicui asked.

Seeing Gu Siwei nodded, Sicui opened his mouth and recited: "A long time ago, there was a king who gave birth to a beautiful daughter...".

Snow White was also compiled by Gu Siwei. He knew all the details, so he just borrowed some excuses and wrote some words for Sicui to learn.

"Can you write?" Gu Siwei didn't know much about what Sicui was reciting, but Sicui recited it very smoothly, so maybe the girl had learned well.

"I know how to do it, brother, do you want me to write silently?" Sicui looked excited.

"Okay, let's go to the study."

Gu Siwei snapped his fingers and took Sicui to the small house in the south.

The small house is about sixty square meters, and the only thing empty inside is a table as big as a door panel, and two small stools next to it.

With this little furniture, even though the small house is about sixty square meters, it feels so empty inside that it looks like it has a lot of space.

After sitting down, Gu Siwei gave Sicui a notebook and a piece of paper for her to write silently.

The writing of Sicui is not very good, and it is impossible for a child who has just learned to write well. The handwriting is not good, but the writing is extremely neat. You can tell at a glance that this child has worked hard.

Gu Siwei was more playful when he was in school, but Sicui didn't have the capital to fool around, and Sicui was quite serious about reading.

To be honest, Sicui's talent is not very good, and she has average or lower qualifications at best. However, Sicui works hard and is willing to study hard, so she makes rapid progress.

Learning this thing, as the old saying goes, hard work leads to reward. Not to mention those geniuses, for children with average qualifications like Sicui, diligence is always the most important talent.

"Not bad, not bad. It seems that I have to find a book for you. This kind of thing can't be used anymore."

Seeing that Sicui skillfully silenced her nonsense, Gu Siwei knew that he could not fool around like this again.

Nowadays, there are almost no people in the village who let their children study, because everyone knows that knowledge is a good thing, but they are reluctant to let their children go to study. Even if they send their children away, they are just trying to fool themselves into literacy. No one knows knowledge like Gu Siwei. How important will this be in the future?

Sicui is willing to learn, and learns attentively. Gu Siwei is ready to teach serious lessons, not only literacy, but also mathematics. As for geography and other messy things, Gu Siwei has no ability, of course. , English can also be counted as a subject.

Thinking of teaching Sicui, Gu Siwei began to think divergently. While thinking, he tapped his fingers gently on the table, making a crisp thumping sound.

Sicui knew that her brother was thinking about something, so she was sensible and did not disturb him. Instead, she continued to concentrate on writing her own words, writing every stroke with great care.

After thinking for a while, Gu Siwei felt that there was no good solution. Send Sicui to school now? Don't be kidding, teachers don't have the time to teach, and students don't have the time to learn.

Unexpectedly, Gu Siwei simply stopped thinking about it.

"Okay, stop writing, take a rest, let's go back to the house and take a nap." Gu Siwei patted the table and woke up Sicui who was immersed in calligraphy practice.

"I'll write for a while."

"Okay, keep writing, I'll go back to the house and take a nap."

Gu Siwei stood up from the table, stretched out and walked out of the study room. He entered the main room from the corridor, entered his room, lay down on the bed and fell asleep after a while. Fell asleep.

He slept for a few hours. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Sicui lying beside his bed, looking at him.