When the pears are green

When they reached the alley intersection, Zhang handed the key to Song Yue. Zhang told Song Xing to take a shower with the dried water when he got home, and Song Yue went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water first.

Song Li saw Zhang waiting at the intersection from afar, and hurriedly pushed Jiang Qingzhou, who was sticking to her, aside.

Jiang Qingzhou watched as Song Li pushed him aside. He asked Song Li in confusion, "Xiao Li, what's wrong?"

Song Li took the basket from Jiang Qingzhou's hand, pointed ahead and said to him: "Qingzhou, my mother, my mother is waiting for us at the intersection!"

Jiang Qingzhou also saw Zhang standing at the intersection. He consciously moved a little further away from Song Li. He didn't want Zhang to think that he was a playboy.

Song Li and Jiang Qingzhou walked to Zhang's side one after the other. Zhang blamed Song Li: "Why are you walking so slowly? Didn't you urge everyone to hurry up just now?"

Before Song Li could speak, Jiang Qingzhou said quickly: "Aunt, it's all my fault. I can't walk any more. Xiaoli didn't walk so fast because she was thinking about me. Don't blame her, Aunt."

Jiang Qingzhou's words made Zhang feel a little embarrassed. After all, Jiang Qingzhou had walked for more than ten miles and then worked for half a day, so it was normal for him to be a little unable to walk.

Zhang said to Jiang Qingzhou with an apologetic look: "Da Hu, I'll go back first. You guys can just walk slowly. There's no rush."

Without waiting for Jiang Qingzhou to say anything, Zhang hurried home.

Jiang Qingzhou smiled at Song Li and tried to get close to her again. Seeing this, Song Li hurriedly ran away, and Jiang Qingzhou chased after her. Song Li ran again, and Jiang Qingzhou chased after her again. The two of them played and fought, and soon arrived at the door of the Song family.

Lianlian, who was passing by, saw this scene and smiled at Song Li with an expression that said I understand. Song Li couldn't help but blush.

Song Li rubbed her hot face and followed Jiang Qingzhou into the house.

Jiang Qingzhou took the basket from Song Li, took out a piece of pork and handed it to Zhang.

Zhang took the meat and said, "Da Hu, you are so polite. You help us with the work and bring us things."

Jiang Qingzhou smiled and said, "Aunt, this is what I should do. Let's soak it in water for a while. It's too hot and I'm afraid it will go bad."

Zhang leaned over to smell the meat and said to Jiang Qingzhou, "It's OK, it just has a little smell. I'll cook it soon. Dahu, take a rest. Auntie is going to get busy."

Jiang Qingzhou nodded and said to Zhang: "Aunt, go and do your work. Don't worry about me."

After Zhang left, Song Li also went over to drink a bowl of water. She looked at the kitchen with white smoke and said to Jiang Qingzhou, "Let's go to the backyard!"

Jiang Qingzhou looked at Song Li, whose hair and clothes were all wet, and said to her, "I'll go first. Wait a minute, and you can go find me."

When Song Li went to the backyard, she saw Song Xing and Jiang Qingzhou squatting on the ground.

Song Li walked closer and saw that it was Jiang Qingzhou who was teaching Song Xing how to write. Jiang Qingzhou first wrote Song Xing's name on the ground, then taught Song Xing stroke by stroke, and finally let Song Xing write it by himself.

Song Li did not disturb them, but stood by and watched. When Song Xing finished writing, his face turned red with excitement, and Song Li could not help but applaud Song Xing.

Song Xing stood up, pulled Song Li's sleeve, and said happily: "Sister, Brother Dahu taught me, I can write my name now, take a look."

Song Li squatted down, took a closer look, and said to Song Xing with a smile: "Xiao Xing is great, and writes well."

Song Xing became even more excited after hearing this. He said to Song Li, "Big sister, Brother Dahu, I'm going to tell my second sister."

After hearing this, Song Li touched Song Xing's head, and Song Xing jumped and ran out.

After Jiang Qingzhou saw Song Xing leave, he touched Song Li's hair and said softly to her, "Xiao Li, why don't you dry your hair a little more."

After hearing this, Song Li touched her hair and said to Jiang Qingzhou, "It's okay, I don't feel it's very wet!"

Jiang Qingzhou smiled and said, "Really? Touch it again." Song Li reached up to touch her head again, and found that Jiang Qingzhou was holding something that looked like a flower and gesturing at her head.

Song Li patted Jiang Qingzhou's hand and said, "You always lie to me. It's obviously not very wet."

Jiang Qingzhou smiled, then stretched out his hand in front of Song Li, and it turned out to be a silk flower.

Under Jiang Qingzhou's gaze, Song Li reached out to take the silk flower. She rubbed the petals of the silk flower with her fingers and whispered, "The peach tree is young and lush, and its flowers are bright and beautiful. Is this a peach flower?"

After hearing this, Jiang Qingzhou smiled and said, "It's peach blossoms." Song Li asked Jiang Qingzhou, "Are you going to Heihe Town again?"

Jiang Qingzhou hurriedly explained: "I don't have it. Sometimes there are peddlers in our village who go to sell things. I bought it from them."

Song Li smiled, and then said to Jiang Qingzhou: "Didn't I say before that I had something good to show you? Come on, I'll take you there."

Jiang Qingzhou followed Song Li out of the backyard.

Song Yue, who was washing clothes, saw Jiang Qingzhou and shouted, "Brother Dahu, you have to teach me later, you can't be partial."

Jiang Qingzhou looked at Song Xing who was squatting next to Song Yue and said, "Okay, I'll wait until you finish washing your clothes."

After hearing this, Song Yue said to Song Xing proudly: "Hey, wait a minute, I'll be able to write it too. You definitely can't write as well as I do."

Song Xing glanced at Song Yue and said, "Second sister is good at bragging. You will know when you write."

Song Yue no longer paid attention to Song Xing and quickened the pace of washing clothes.

Song Li led Jiang Qingzhou to the room where sundries were usually kept. Song Li walked quickly to the corner of the room, where there was a small space surrounded by wooden boards.

Song Li took away the wooden board on top and bent down to look at the situation inside. She turned her head happily and said to Jiang Qingzhou with a smile: "Qingzhou, come and see."

Jiang Qingzhou hurried to Song Li's side. Song Li moved aside. Jiang Qingzhou looked down and saw the bean sprouts. After looking at them, he smiled and said to Song Li, "Xiao Li, these bean sprouts are really good."

After hearing this, Song Li said happily: "Yes, it took me several attempts to make it, and I wasted a lot of beans."

Jiang Qingzhou looked at the bean sprouts and said to Song Li, "I've seen others selling them before, but it's rare. Bean sprouts can't be stored in the summer, and they may not sprout in the winter because it's too cold. Occasionally, someone will go door to door selling them."

Song Li nodded and said, "That's right. I'll eat it at noon today and see how it tastes!"

After Song Li finished speaking, she bent down and brought out the basket of bean sprouts. There was also a ceramic basin underneath, and some water could be vaguely seen in it.

When Song Li walked into the yard with bean sprouts, Song Yue and Song Xing came over. Song Yue asked Song Li, "Sister, is this bean sprout? Is it delicious?"

Song Li smiled and said, "It's delicious. I'll make it for you later."

Seeing that Song Yue had finished washing clothes, Song Li asked Jiang Qingzhou to teach Song Yue how to write, and she went to the kitchen with the bean sprouts.

After Zhang saw it, she asked Song Li, "Is this what you did a few days ago?"

Song Li smiled and said, "Yes, mother. You go and have a rest first. I will cook lunch today. I guarantee it will be delicious."

After hearing this, Zhang said to Song Li as she walked out, "Xiao Li, use the oil slowly."

Song Li smiled and nodded, then started cooking.

Song Yue ate the noodles in big mouthfuls and said, "Sister, it's delicious. The noodles are delicious, the meat is delicious, and the bean sprouts are delicious."

Song Li hurriedly said to Song Yue: "There's still some in the pot, don't be anxious, don't choke."

Song Li asked Jiang Qingzhou again: "Is it delicious?" Jiang Qingzhou said to her softly: "Yes, it is delicious."

After dinner, Song Li told Jiang Qingzhou the steps of sprouting bean sprouts in detail. After Song Li finished, Jiang Qingzhou asked her: "Xiao Li, why don't you sell it in the village?"

Song Li sighed and said to Jiang Qingzhou: "Qingzhou, I want to, too! But some people always dislike poor people and hate rich people. I don't want to be envied by others, so I'd better wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival to sell it."

After hearing this, Jiang Qingzhou said quietly, "Xiao Li's idea is right."

Song Li smiled and said, "Okay, you can try to make it, it can be regarded as a change of taste. I left some, you can take it away and let Qingye taste it."

Jiang Qingzhou stayed at the Song family until the beginning of the afternoon. He said to Song Li, "Xiao Li, don't worry. There are many people helping with corn in the fields and many people coming and going on the road. Keep the dagger for yourself. I'm leaving now, so don't see me off."

Song Li stood at the door and watched Jiang Qingzhou's back slowly disappear. Just as she was about to close the door, she saw Xing'er walking towards her house.