Dress like a farmer

The cicadas outside the house were screaming hysterically, endlessly, as if they didn't know how tired they were.

In the sweltering weather, there is no trace of breeze, as if in a steamer, being continuously scorched by the sun above the head.

After finishing the work at hand, Mr. Chen glanced at the hourglass. At the end of noon, it was the hottest time of the day.

It's the busy season again, and every household, except the old and the young, is trying their best to grab the harvest.

At this time, the sun is the most vicious, and I still sweat in the field with my face facing the loess and my back facing the sky.

"I'll bring some herbal tea to quench their thirst." Father Chen took a straw hat and put it on, went to the back of the house and brought up the herbal tea that had been pouring in the well.

The herbal tea just out of the well is cold to the touch, which is particularly comfortable in this hot summer.

"Mung bean soup is cooking on the stove, watch it."

Chen Yuping nodded: "Father, don't stay in the field for too long, the children should wake up."

In fact, it didn't take much effort for him to look after the four children alone, but he was worried that Dad couldn't help but go to work in the fields.

"I know, go and go back."

Brother Cao, who was sleeping on the bamboo couch in the main room, woke up.

He glanced at his brothers and sisters next to him, who were sleeping soundly with their belly exposed.

He leaned back on the bamboo couch, moved out little by little, his toes touched the ground, he landed neatly, put on his little shoes, wobbling like a duckling but steady, came to the door, the threshold was very high, He first laid his small body on the threshold, then turned over skillfully, patted his little hands, then his clothes, and walked towards the stove room along the corner.

Standing at the door of the stove house, he clasped the door frame with both hands and looked in with his little head. Seeing Father who was working, he grinned brightly and called out sweetly: "Father~"

"My boy is awake." Chen Yuping walked to the door quickly, picked up his precious son easily, and kissed his forehead: "My boy is so good, he can even walk by himself."

Brother Cao put his arms around Father's neck, pursed his lips and kissed his face, then rubbed his face again and again, giggling non-stop.

Father Chen came back from the field, and before he entered the house, he heard the father and son laughing, his eyes were full of smiles, he went to the main room, and the three cubs were still sleeping soundly.

"Is the mung bean soup ready?"

"Yes. I put it in the well. I'll stew the pork bones later. It's still early, so put a few lotus roots and a handful of peanuts."

"I asked Zhiwei to come over for dinner." Father Chen hung the straw hat on the wall and washed his face with half a basin of well water: "I also gave him two bowls of herbal tea. Maybe he was too thirsty and drank it in a hurry. He choked, and I looked at him and saw that he was thinner again."

Chen Yuping thought about how his brother-in-law has been doing well these days: "In the busy farming season, you should eat better, and let him come here to eat in the past half a month."

"That's what I thought too, that is, it doesn't take much trouble to have an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks."

"Grandpa, Third Uncle." The Third Uncle's voice was particularly crisp and sweet.

Chen Yuping didn't even need to look at the door to know that it must be Qiao Niu'er.

Qiao Niu'er quickly climbed over the high threshold, and happily ran to the stove house, shouting as she ran, "Three uncles, three uncles, three uncles."

"Is there only mung bean soup to drink today?"

Green bean soup.Qiao Niuer was stunned for a moment, then nodded her head immediately: "Drink!"

"This is a little greedy cat." Father Chen lightly scratched his granddaughter's nose, pulled her into his arms, patted the dust off her body, and helped her wash her face and hands.

Chen Yuping asked his precious son: "Brother Cao, do you want mung bean soup?"

"Drink." Brother Cao said, thought for a while and said: "Small bowl."

As soon as the mung bean soup was served, Da Zhuang and An Geer also came over.

Yes, four children sit around the table, each with a bowl of mung bean soup.

After finishing the mung bean soup, Chen Yuping took the four little milk babies to the children's room in the courtyard.

The weather was too hot, the children were getting older, and walking became more stable, so they didn't spread blankets on the ground, and still had to take off their shoes to go in. Because the wooden boards were laid, they would be carefully cleaned every morning, and the toys were the same.

The children's room is very spacious, as big as two rooms, so the windows are also very large.

The house has a good orientation, and the sun is so strong in the afternoon that it can’t reach this side. Open the four large windows, the air can circulate, and the house is still cool.

Chen Yuping sat on the floor leaning against the wall, looking at the children playing in the room with a smile on his face, his ears were filled with their innocent and childish laughter, and their incomprehensible babble.

On the tree outside the window, Cicada yelled endlessly, but she didn't feel irritable, but felt indescribably comfortable and at ease.

At the end of the day, Mr. Chen took mung bean soup from the well and sent it to the fields.

He had just closed the doors and windows, and just as he walked out of the stove, he saw a neighbor from the village hurrying over.

"Brother Chen, where's your third son?"

"In the Sanheyuan, what can I do with him?" As he spoke, Old Man Chen pushed open the door of the stove that had just been closed: "Come in and have a meeting and have a bowl of mung bean soup."

The neighbor in the village wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead: "No, I'm rushing to work in the fields. I just came from Shen's house, and Xiuniang Shen asked me to send a message to your third son, saying that the clothes are ready, let them take a moment Go and try."

"It doesn't take much to drink a bowl of mung bean soup." Father Chen came out with a bowl of mung bean soup: "OK, I will tell my son about it."

The village neighbor smiled and took the mung bean soup and drank it all in one gulp: "I'm leaving. This is the mung bean soup cooked by brother Ping. It tastes better than others." He slammed his mouth: " Brother Chen is blessed to have such a good son."

After seeing off the neighbors in the village, Mr. Chen hurried to the field with mung bean soup.

When he came back, he passed the Sanheyuan, and he went in.

"Brother Ping."

Chen Yuping leaned against the corner of the wall and was drowsy.

There is no way to get up at dawn, go to bed late at night, and have difficulty resting during the day.

"Grandpa." Brother Cao shouted in a childish voice, with a fat index finger on his mouth: "Shh! Daddy is feeling it."

Qiao Niuer whispered: "Gently."

Da Zhuang and An Ge'er nodded their heads in unison.

Father Chen was amused by the four little babies, and at the same time he felt warm in his heart. He squatted down and rubbed their hair one by one: "It's so cute."

Thinking about nothing, and it was still early, I simply stayed in the house to play with the four children, and let the third son sleep well.

Chen Yuping just fell asleep for a short while. He knew that he had to look after the four children, but he was really tired and couldn't resist the drowsiness. After sleeping for a while, he recovered for a while, and he woke up immediately, and hurriedly looked into the room. , I was relieved to see my father playing with the children.

"Father, when did you come?"

"I've just been here for a while." As he spoke, Old Man Chen talked about the matter of the clothes by the way.

"Tomorrow afternoon, Yuan Jiu and I will take brother Cao to Shen's house." Chen Yuping glanced at the sun: "I'll go back and stew the lotus root and pork bone soup."

"Go. I'll play with them for a while, and I'll take them back to the old house around the time."

During the busy season of farming, there is naturally no time to take the children for a walk outside. Fortunately, the children are older and have always been well-behaved and sensible. It still makes sense to talk to them in detail.

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