Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Looking through the homework book, Gu Siwei had no expression on his face, but he was really satisfied in his heart. He wrote the word Sicui very seriously, and it was obvious that he put his heart into it. As for the English words he assigned, he could also spell, write and read them. Although the pronunciation is a bit like that of Gu Siwei, it is undeniable that it is English and not Chinese.

It seems that I need to study more! Gu Siwei thought in his mind.

According to Gu Siwei's idea, this amount is already pretty good, but he didn't expect that in terms of use of time, Sicui could directly be Gu Siwei's ancestor. Normally, he didn't think anything about it. Sicui just arranged everything properly. It's very stable.

This is actually Sicui's survival skill. It is not something that ordinary people can develop. It takes hardships to develop such a skill. Think about how much hardship a child who depends on others has endured.

Some people say that suffering is wealth. This is a bit unflattering, but in fact it makes sense. Most children, even those from the village, do not have the survival skills like Sicui.

If Siwei had not been blamed, Sicui would have been an ordinary rural child. With this ability, he would have grown up, married someone, had a litter of children, and spent his life in confusion.

But when she met Gu Siwei, Sicui's life was obviously different. As for Gu Siwei's vision, it can be said that no one can compare with her. Just kidding, with decades of life experience, ordinary people can't compare with her.

"In this case, I will add a little more to you in the future, more in mathematics, and more in English. Let's add five words a day," Gu Siwei said.

Sicui didn't complain. She just nodded and said "ok".

Gu Siwei felt that he didn't get what he wanted, so he said: "Then you will have less time to play?"

"When can't we play?" Sicui asked back: "When I'm cooking the pot, when I'm washing the dishes after dinner...".

Gu Siwei was dumbfounded, and finally had to wave his hand: "Forget it, that's it. If you find it difficult, just tell me."

Gu Siwei is not a formal teacher. What he teaches is mathematics, which can be regarded as asymptotic ordering, and the rest is a hammer here and a stick here and there. It is not systematic. It will definitely not work in other situations. Sicui is considered to be by him. It's useless.

But now, when students are herding sheep and teachers are fighting, Sicui will make progress compared to others as long as she learns.

In short, Gu Siwei can be considered a good teacher here, because there are no teachers in other schools, so he is the teacher, so he naturally becomes a good teacher.

There was nothing much to say about the homework. As they turned around, the brother and sister talked about eating. When it came to what to eat for lunch, Sicui was not picky. As long as it was made by Gu Siwei, there was nothing she didn't like. It's a bit picky here.

I thought of the turtle that Caohua and Cube played with two days ago, that is, the old turtle.

"Oops, I forgot to take down the old turtle." Gu Siwei slapped his thigh, showing great pity.

Sicui was a little stunned and blurted out: "What's good about this old turtle? Brother, do you want to play?"

Well!

Fortunately, Gu Siwei was not choked to death.

"Next time I don't bring such a joke, why am I playing with a turtle! Does it look good for a grown-up like me to play with an old turtle?" Gu Siwei said: "Of course the turtle will eat it. If not, what can I do with it?"

Sicui was even more puzzled: "The old turtle doesn't have much meat, it's not as delicious as wild boar meat."

"Forget it, I can't tell you anything."

Gu Siwei was really speechless. For people like Sicui, anything without meat, that is, meat that can be stuffed into the mouth in large chunks, is not a good thing, including Lao Turtle.

How can these people understand the mood of people decades later? If nothing else, let’s just talk about the old turtle who played with grass flowers and cubes last time. You can’t even think about it if you don’t have thousands of pieces in a few decades, or even thousands of pieces. You can't even buy a handful of them. Real wild turtles are so big. How can you find them in thousands of pieces?

If you find a good chef to make it, the price will not go up.

Lao Gu thought he was good at cooking, Lao Turtle didn't, but Hong Rao did.

"If you want to eat it, I can help you catch it."

Sicui felt that her brother had underestimated her. There was nothing wrong with the old turtle. As long as she wanted to, she could catch at least seven or eight turtles in a night.

"Can you catch it?"

Gu Siwei asked.

Sicui felt that she had been humiliated, and smoothed her sleeves to stretch out her stomach: "Of course, there is no one in the village who can run away who hasn't caught the old turtle. Brother, if you want to eat, let's go and set the hook tonight, tomorrow morning When the time comes, someone will definitely take the bait, and we can get at least five out of ten hooks."

Saying that, Sicui stretched out his palm and gestured towards Gu Siwei.

The children in the village play different from the children in the city, and they are also different from Gu Siwei when he was a child. They don't have toys now, and they don't have mobile phones or anything like that. It's up to them to play whatever they want, so they catch fish, shrimps, and even snakes. Catching birds is their way of having fun.

In short, the happiness of children now cannot be experienced by children who will sit on the sofa with a mobile phone for a long time in the future.

Gu Siwei thought for a moment and said, "Let's forget it. We'll talk about it later. Let's eat the wild boar strips at home first."

Thinking that there was still a piece of meat hanging at home, Gu Siwei thought that the soft-shelled turtle could wait a little longer. It wouldn't run away in the river anyway, so eating it today wouldn't be the same tomorrow.

The brother and sister discussed how to eat meat. Gu Siwei saw that it was almost dark and was about to start packing the meat.

While Gu Siwei packed up the meat, Sicui started to order her loofah. The brother and sister were busy with their own affairs.

"Sicui, have you seen Da Mao?"

Suddenly Gu Siwei thought of Da Mao, so he opened his mouth and asked.

Sicui thought for a moment and shook her head: "Oh, don't tell me, I haven't seen Da Mao since the morning, and Da Mao has been away most of the time these days."

Sicui said and looked at You Ni, who was wagging his tail behind him, and said: "You Ni has been following me. Big Mao is definitely not here. If he is, You Ni will probably be with him."

After hearing this, Gu Siwei muttered: "Where did Da Mao go?"

"How about calling Da Mao?"

"Forget it, I just remembered to ask, what should I do with it if I have nothing to do? It has done nothing but eat," Gu Siwei said.

Sicui stood up for Da Mao and said, "Have you forgotten that Da Mao knows how to pull a plow?"

"Oh, I really forgot about this."

Gu Siwei smiled.

Da Mao knew how to pull a plow, and he was a good plow puller. When he thought of pulling a plow, Gu Siwei remembered that he had not checked the 'homework' he had asked his apprentice to do.

It's also the fault of the weather. It's raining all the time, which messed up all my plans.

Thinking that it's been almost ten days, it's time for Qiao Yi and this kid to finish their homework, right?

"Brother, I'm going to work."

"Go!"

After waving his hand, Gu Siwei began to think about it.

Sicui was already used to her brother's wandering mind. After hearing this, she continued to plant her own loofahs, leaving Gu Siwei standing beside the pot to ponder.

After coming back to his senses, Gu Siwei continued working, and at the same time decided to go to the factory in two days to check on his apprentice's work. By the way, I went to see Xu Congwen for a drink or something.

Now Xu Congwen and Zhu Shiming can be regarded as Gu Siwei's old friends, and it is really rare for Gu Siwei to talk about speculation.

I was thinking about it in my mind when I looked up and saw Da Mao running back with his fat butt twisted. This guy seemed to be in a good mood and ran towards Gu Siwei with his mouth wide open in a silly way.

When he came to Gu Siwei's side, he was rubbed against him for a while, almost knocking Gu Siwei off the bench.

"Where have you been, you piece of shit? You haven't been home all day, and you come back when it's time to eat?" Gu Siwei raised his head and raised his head for a moment.

Even if it has big fur, rough skin and thick flesh, hitting it wouldn't even count as a tickle.

After rubbing Gu Siwei twice, Da Mao went to Sicui and stayed by Sicui's side.

Without even looking, Gu Siwei knew that Sicui must have been feeding Da Mao.

As far as eating is concerned, Da Mao is like a bear-shaped garbage can. As long as it is put in its mouth, it will eat anything. Eggplants, potatoes and tomatoes are not surprising. Da Mao also eats a lot of bitter melons. How much, you know, Gu Siwei felt like he had lost half his life after one bite. Damao took three bites and didn't even react at all.

Thinking from this aspect, Gu Siwei also felt that planting so many loofahs in Sicui was prescient.

After finishing the meal, the brother and sister waited until dark and began their evening study time. After reading for about an hour under the lamp, Gu Siwei asked Sicui to go to bed. He also went out to take a shower and lay back. Go to your big wooden bed.

After sleeping until midnight, Gu Siwei woke up, not because of the hot weather, but because Gu Siwei had something to do.

Gu Siwei got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and left the house. He stood at the door of Sicui and listened. He heard the little girl's steady breathing, so he walked out of the big house quietly.

Taking advantage of the space, Gu Siwei began to rush over the mountains and ridges towards the village.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, Gu Siwei did not enter the village, but went directly to the edge of the field.

I did some observation first, and I haven’t been here for two or three days. It turned out that some collapsed areas had obviously been repaired, and some of the washed-out large rocks had been put back to their original positions, and even some of the washed-out stones had been restored to their original positions. There are obviously traces of new crops on the finished ground.

Seeing this, Gu Siwei secretly sighed in his heart, our Chinese farmers are so hard-working, and they seem to have a special kind of resilience.

Fortunately, Gu Siwei didn't come here to sigh, he came to help revive the crops that were not completely dead yet.

Gu Siwei's method is very simple. Directly use thin space water to irrigate the crops that were originally lying down and have their roots soaked. Let them grow new roots and regain their original vitality. In this way, you can save some food no matter what. , even if it is 20 to 30% of the original amount, it is better than nothing.

The world must be cruel, but Gu Siwei can't stand it.