Salad Days

Jiang Shen doesn't care much about mobile phones. He probably hasn't reached his age. He usually sees "Doraemon" for leisure activities. In this era, enough words have been recognized before going to preschool. Although he has not gone to town to read books, he can still read simple comics like "Doraemon".

As for mobile phones, it's not that children in the city who are younger than him have played better than him.

They are all three or four years older than him, and they got a mobile phone like a baby. Many things in the children in the village are shared property. The Shubao family has money. The parents bought the mobile phone. Is the same as a dog.

The game of digging an egg, from small to big, Jiang Shen is young, he is a referee, sitting on the tree pier outside the forest, wearing two bags, and putting two bags in front of him, waiting for the team of Shu Bao and dog hair to come out .

For the sake of a mobile phone, the dog hair is really red eyed. The eggs covered with chickens dare to dig out. Jiang Shen could hear the screams of chickens in the forest sitting outside. After a while, the dog's fur plopped on the outside in a cotton coat and ran wildly. Inside, he was also followed by a large pheasant with colorful tails, spreading his wings and a child wide, the cry was really loud as if the sky thundered, extended the neck of the chicken and jumped to peck the top of the dog's hair.

Gou Mao wanted to reach out to stop it, and was afraid of smashing the egg. He was screaming and screaming all the way, and the chicken was particularly persistent. He bite hard, Jiang Shen watched him rush towards himself and ran away, dog hair Behind the call: "What are you running for?"

Jiang Shen shouted: "The chicken is chasing!"

Dog fury: "You **** still afraid of a chicken!"

Jiang Shen: "So what are you running!"

Dog hair: "..."

The dog hair finally insisted that the mighty and unyielding did not return the egg. The chicken probably forgot the egg in the back. It was just a special face. Yaowu Yangwei walked in front of Jiang Shen and the dog hair for more than half an hour. The dog Wherever Mao went to pick up eggs, it followed, and could not stop pecking at the heads of dog hair.

Poor dog hair had few hairs and was half pecked.

Jiang Shen originally wanted to say that it was too worthless to be so bald for the sake of a mobile phone, but looking at the dog hair so desperately, he finally managed not to splash his cold water.

Shu Bao was also taken aback by the chicken and joked: "Look at it so sticky, just raise it."

The dog hair got a mobile phone, and it was beautiful: "What are you going to do, kill it and eat it, do you want Shenzi?"

Jiang Shen: "My dad said that no one in the wild can eat it casually, they are all protected animals."

The dog hair "tipped": "It's troublesome."

He found a soft wicker and tied it around the chicken's neck in a circle. The chicken lowered his head and pecked a few bites.

"Bring it back to Qinglinzi to raise." The dog hair was very proud, and the bag of eggs he won was given directly to Jiang Shen. "Go to your house to eat eggs at night."

Of course, Jiang Shen had no opinion. The chicken said that it was taken back to Qinglinzi. In fact, it was almost a stocking form. They were close to each other from house to house.

The rest of the people were scattered, leaving only three people, dog hair, tree treasure and Jiang Shen, plus a deep red and green pheasant. Lin Zi was some distance away from the residential area. The three of them stopped the tractor and took a ride.

It was late, the wind was still strong, the dirt road was blown up with a layer of yellow sand mud, and the whole section had not stopped raining on the face of the chicken head like rain, Jiang Shen looked down and saw that he had just changed today Thick sweater, mother Tan Lingling's face appeared dazed. The chicken was probably frozen at the back, and had no strength to call. Jiang Shen carried it into his arms. The dog hair and Shu Bao were next to each other, and the three looked embarrassed and funny.

By the time he reached the residential area, Jiang Luoshan had already been found.

Jiang Shen hugged the chicken, his body was gray, and he shouted "Dad" tremblingly.

Jiang Luoshan glanced at the dog hair and Shubao in the same situation, and sighed in the sky. He really had no power to scold others.

Go home and take a bath. The chickens are better off than them. Jiang Shen’s family had raised poultry and had a trough. Tan Lingling added some food and repaired the original fence. The pheasant sat down and snoozed on the hay.

When Jiang Shen came out after washing his head, he saw that Shu Bao and dog hair had also changed clothes, and was sitting in his living room waiting for Jiang Luoshan to fry a fried egg.

"You are really skinny." Tan Lingling fed the chickens in and began to count, "I can't help Sahuan in the spring, right."

Fortunately, dog hair is still a conscience: "I want to play with Shu Bao and Shen Zi accompany us."

Tan Lingling glared at her son.

Jiang Shen honestly buried his eggs.

Tan Lingling: "Qing Linzi is back. Waiting for me for a long time, just left."

Gou Xianbao took out his phone like this: "I'll call her over."

Shu Bao was next to him, his white eyes almost turned through: "Are you shameless."

When Jiang Lingzi came, Jiang Shen and several of them just got fragrant poached eggs. The seven- to eight-year-old girls are more mature and mature than boys of the same age. Seeing his brother's gobbling appearance, Qing Lingzi's expression is not ordinary. Dislike.

Their family loved her daughter much more than dog hair. As soon as she entered the spring, Lingzi put on a new cotton-padded jacket. The little girl hugged the drawing board and shouted, "Shenzi."

Jiang Shen drew his head from the egg: "Bao."

Qing Lingzi squeezed to his side, and Shu Bao could only give way with a saucer. When the girl sat down, she did not forget to spread out the skirt of her new skirt. She lifted her chin in particular: "I finished painting today Painted."

Jiang Shen wiped his mouth: "Show me."

Qing Lingzi just waited for his sentence, and carefully took out the artboard hidden behind him. The dog glanced at it, biting the egg with disdain and saying, "It's not a baby, look at you nervously."

Qing Lingzi did not deal with her brother on weekdays. Although the dog hair would not bully people like other children, he did not have the courage to throw paint and tear the canvas, but it was vulgar, yes, vulgar.

Qing Lingzi couldn’t bear to go to the field and plant trees all day long. He couldn’t clean his clothes for a day. He couldn’t watch his shoes for a week. He didn’t care about reading. He counted down in the grade class and even carried a text. With a strong rural accent, in the pre-school class, Qing Lingzi could not wait to walk around the dog hair, and felt that such a brother was really shameful.

Among the few rural friends, Jiang Shenzi looked only at Jiang Shen.

The little girl's picture album is very precious. Jiang Shen took it very carefully when he took it down. Qing Lingzi said that he painted "Busy Spring" today. Jiang Shen didn't understand the artistic conception of oil painting.

Qing Lingzi asked him, "Is it pretty?"

Jiang Shen nodded: "It looks good."

Qing Lingzi was happy, her brother also wanted to come over to see, was pushed back to the head by the little girl slap.

The dog's hair is mad: "You bought my paint last month for my pocket money!"

Qing Lingzi hit him with his fist: "You worn out your shoes before or I bought them for you secretly, and the paint money is for you to pay me back!"

Dog hair grunts: "You are stingy."

Qing Lingzi put away the painting and threw his tongue at the dog's hair, slowly wandering out of the Jiang's courtyard.

Shu Bao looked at Qing Lingzi's back and smiled: "Girl film, why do you hurt her so much?"

"Can it hurt?" Dog Mao still had an egg in his mouth, and he had a loud voice, and he screamed, "The whole family is just her sister. What do you want to learn? Shenzi, you don't know, how expensive the paint is, I When I went to buy, I felt that I had to kill 500 more chickens to make enough money."

It's okay for the dog hair not to mention the chicken. As soon as it is mentioned, the pheasant in Jiangshen's yard doesn't know when he woke up.

"Oh mom, scared me to death." Dog fur covered his chest and said in horror, "Does it recognize me, and will peck when I see me later?"

Shu Bao damaged him: "You are stupid than chicken, eat your eggs."

Compared with the people in good condition nearby, the Jiang family's even planters are of the first generation, small in appearance and slow in speed. It is enough to run one planter per acre of land. He has to run this old guy three times.

Every year, Jiang Shen will be guarding the field stem outside. He also has a **** in his waist and a shovel in his hand, but it’s not for fun. The machine at home is too old. Continue to broadcast manually.

Running back and forth a lot, the soles were covered with mud, Jiang Luoshan stopped and greeted Jiang Shen.

"Are you tired?" Jiang Luoshan picked up his son and placed it on the big tire. He pulled a brush and cleaned the dirt.

Jiang Shen smiled and grinned: "Not tired."

Jiang Luoshan also laughed. In fact, he was not very young, less than 40, but he could face the loess all day with his back facing the sky.

"Send you to study in September." Jiang Luoshan suddenly said, "I found a relationship and let you join the third grade."

Although Jiang Shen was young, he was not unconcerned about his family's economic situation. He didn't speak, frowning and wearing a **** belt around his waist.

Jiang Luoshan asked him: "Your mother said you want to learn to dance?"

Jiang Shen didn't dare to say that it was silent for a long time, and the faint mosquito sounded "um".

Jiang Luoshan sighed. His son's temperament was the most obvious when he was a father. Jiang Shen's "hmm" lightness was heavy in his ears.

"If you learn to dance, you can't read the villain's book in the future." Jiang Luoshan half-jokingly threatened, "You have to save money for tuition."

Jiang Luoshan said that Jiang Shen remembered it. He anxiously drew out the deposit from his pocket and returned it to his father’s hand. After doing all this, Jiang Shen finally seemed to have that point I'm confident and serious: "I don't read villains anymore, I will never read them again."

"..." Jiang Luoshan glanced down at the pile of coins in his hand and opened his mouth several times, but his words were choked in his throat. He raised his arm in silence and lifted Jiang Shen from the tire. He hugged it and put a heavy stroke on his son's head, "Go to the city tomorrow and ask your mother to buy shoes for you"