When the pears are green

The next morning, Song Changhe went to work in the county town with Song Ershun, Song Sanshun, Song Changrong and others. Zhang seemed to be used to this kind of separation, and she just told Song Changhe to take care of his health.

On the other side, Lianlian bid farewell to Song Changrong with tears in her eyes. Seeing Lianlian's sad face, Song Changrong suppressed his reluctance and followed the team. He was afraid that if he looked at her one more time, he would stay at home. However, if he stayed at home, how could he fulfill his promise to Lianlian?

Lianlian looked at Song Changrong's receding back and said in a hoarse voice, "This is a heartless person."

Song Li invited Lianlian to her home, but Lianlian shook her head and refused. She said, "Xiao Li, thank you. I still have to go home and do laundry for the heartless people. I'll bring the puppy to you in a few days when it's born."

After Lianlian finished speaking, she hurried home.

After Lianlian left, Zhang also took Song Li and her brother and sister home. On the way back, Zhang was no different from usual. But after returning home, she was obviously not in good spirits.

Song Li's three siblings didn't dare to provoke her, and they all hid far away. Although Zhang was usually nice to them, when she was unhappy, she would sometimes vent her anger on Song Li's three siblings.

This time, it was no surprise. Zhang first scolded the three of them, then sat down on the stool listlessly. After a while, Zhang said, "You three should finish the housework. I am not feeling well, so I will go back to my room and lie down for a while. You can eat lunch by yourselves, and you don't need to call me."

After Zhang finished speaking, she went back into the house, leaving Song Li and her two siblings looking at each other in bewilderment.

Song Li arranged for Song Yue to wash the clothes in the wooden basin, and she and Song Xing went to clean the chicken coop and duck coop.

By the time we were done with the work, the sun had already begun to move south and the shade in the yard was slowly getting smaller.

Under the locust tree, Song Yue took out the scrap of cloth that the waiter had given her yesterday and tried to make a sachet. Song Xing also picked up the tools that Song Changhe had left for him, and he wanted to use the piece of wood in his hand to make a wooden bowl.

Song Li looked at the two people busy under the shade of the tree. She thought for a moment, then went to the sundries room and took out the wheat straw that she had specially left behind.

Song Li first placed the straw under the shade of a tree, then patiently picked out the broken, moldy, and cracked ones and put them aside.

Song Li once bought a fan made of wheat straw on a shopping platform. After studying it, she felt that the workmanship was not complicated. So when she harvested wheat, she deliberately left a lot of straw, thinking of making it into a fan in the summer.

Song Li spent a whole morning and finally finished picking the straw. She put the selected straw back to the room and took the ones that were thrown aside to the kitchen to use for burning.

At this time, the sun had already moved to the south, and Song Li went to the kitchen to make a simple lunch. After calling Song Yue and Song Xing, Song Li brought a bowl to Zhang.

Song Li gently pushed open the door and saw Zhang lying on her side on the bed. Song Li first put the bowl on the cabinet beside the bed, then gently patted Zhang and whispered, "Mom, Mom."

Zhang slowly turned around and tried to sit up. Song Li hurried forward to help her up. Zhang asked, "Xiao Li, what's wrong?"

Song Li said to her, "Mom, it's noon, eat something. You didn't eat much this morning. If you don't eat at noon, you won't be able to bear it." Zhang waved her hand to show that she didn't want to eat. Song Li said again, "Mom, Dad is out. If you fall ill again, what should we do? Eat something!"

Zhang looked at the anxious Song Li and said, "Okay, Xiaoli, I got it. Leave it here first, I'll eat it later. Go eat first."

Song Li nodded and said, "Okay, Mom, I'll come see you later."

After Song Li finished speaking, she went out. After she cleaned up the kitchen, she went to Zhang's room again. Song Li saw Zhang still lying on the bed, breathing lightly. Song Li knew that Zhang had fallen asleep. She looked at the bowl on the cabinet again, and the food in it had been eaten.

Song Li took the bowl away quietly, and then brought the water pitcher over.

Song Li squatted under the shade of a tree, using a stick to paint on the ground. Finally, after constant revisions, he drew the prototype of the fan in his memory.

On a whim, Song Li wrote on the ground: I wave a silk fan with my white hands, and the breeze brings a cool breeze.

Song Li looked at the two nondescript lines of poetry she had written and was as happy as a child who had eaten candy.

Song Li carried the straw from the house to the locust tree, and she began to try to weave a hexagonal fan. Song Li thought it was very simple at first, but when she actually did it, she deeply understood that it turned out that the hands and the brain are really two completely different concepts.

After failing countless times, Song Li finally waited for Song Yue and Song Xing to wake up.

Song Yue and Song Xing surrounded Song Li, looking at what Song Li had knitted. Song Xing took it in her hand and asked, "Sister, what do you want to knit?"

Song Li took the thing from Song Xing sheepishly. She said, "I want to weave a fan with hexagonal holes. I want to make a fan. This way, we can live more comfortably in the summer."

Then, Song Li described the appearance of the wheat straw fan to Song Xing in detail. Song Xing smiled and said, "Sister, I roughly understand what you want."

Song Xing took some wheat straw, flattened it with his hands, and then quickly weaved it together, leaving Song Li and Song Yue stunned.

Song Yue asked curiously, "Xiao Xing, how do you know all this?" Song Xing smiled and said, "Uncle Changsong from my third grandfather's family is a bamboo craftsman. I have a good relationship with Uncle Changsong's son Song Hui, and I often go to his house to play. Uncle Changsong sometimes teaches me a few tricks."

Song Xing finished weaving the straw in his hand while talking. Song Xing handed the fan to Song Li to see. Song Li looked at it again and again. This is what she wanted. She praised Song Xing while holding the other straw to Song Xing.

Song Li asked Song Xing to weave another similar fan, and then asked Song Yue to go into the house to get the needle, thread and scissors.

Song Li brought over the wooden basin for washing clothes, poured water into it, then took out some straw and soaked it in the water. After a few minutes, she took out the softened straw.

Song Yue imitated Song Li and took out forty or fifty straws and threaded them one by one in order.

After Song Xing finished weaving the fan, Song Li placed the straw strung with thread on the two fan surfaces, fixed them with needle and thread, and then cut out circles with scissors.

Song Li told Song Xing about the seven-strand braid again, and Song Xing laughed and said, "Isn't this similar to a straw hat? I learned it from Uncle Changsong, and Uncle Changsong sometimes also weaves straw hats to sell at the market."

Song Li looked at this clever brother and thought about her own clumsiness. They have the same parents, but why are they so different?

Song Xing quickly made what Song Li wanted. Song Li then told him how the fan handle looked like. Song Xing frowned and tried a few times before making it. Because there was no red string at home, Song Li cut some colorful cloth into long strips, asked Song Yue to sew them together, and then asked Song Xing to tie them to the fan handle.

Through the efforts of the three siblings, a fan made of wheat straw was soon made. Song Li happily shook the fan, which was really cool, and then passed it to Song Yue. After Song Yue shook it, she passed it to Song Xing, and the three of them couldn't let it go and shook it again and again.

After an afternoon of hard work, the three of them divided the work and quickly made five or six fans.

When Zhang came out of the house, she saw her three children sitting on the ground. Song Xing was knitting, Song Yue was sewing, and Song Li was sitting behind them fanning them.

When Zhang saw this, she also walked over curiously. When Song Li heard the footsteps, she looked up and saw Zhang staring at them, so she picked up the fan beside her and handed it to Zhang.

After Zhang took it, she asked, "Did you make it yourself?" Song Li said happily, "Yes, mother. It's very cool."

Zhang asked again, "Where did you learn this?" After hearing this, Song Xing and Song Yue stopped what they were doing and looked at Song Li in unison.

Song Li was flustered at first, then said calmly: "Jiang Qingzhou told me. He said he saw it in the book his father left behind."

Because Jiang Qingzhou's father was indeed a scholar, Song Li's statement successfully convinced them.