Miao'an's farming life

"Ahh! It's broken again..."

Miao An, who had held his breath and been cautious for a long time, finally collapsed, threw away the carving knife, flattened the boxy lump of mud in his hand, and beat the table with a grim expression.

Mo Su, who was writing, looked up at him, and couldn't help laughing, so cute, his husband blew his hair.

Miao An glared at him when he heard the laughter, and the resentment all over his body seemed to have substance.I thought that firing clay movable type was the most difficult point, because he didn't know how much water and clay to add, what kind of heat to use, etc., but now I found out that the fucking lettering is the hardest hit!Originally, the characters Mo Su wrote on the mud balls were thin and thick, clear and neat. If the places without strokes could be perfectly cut off, they would become "Yangwen" with protruding fonts, and then fired in the kiln to make them change. Hard to get it done.

However, adding a but seems to always make it painful, Miao An now... Cough, my hand hurts, it's my hand hurting.After trembling all morning, the table in front of him was full of failed products, which seemed to be piled heavily on his heart.I have never realized before that I am a handicapped party. It looks very simple, but the small carving knife seems to be against him all the time, either deepening or cutting off the handwriting, and the writing in this world is still traditional, with many strokes. , the crevices and crevices have to be taken care of, which is really worse.

Of course, there are some successful ones, but the image is not satisfactory, and the printed words are probably not good.Alas, Miao An is lying on the table, so he can't hire a craftsman to engrave letters, it's so expensive, it hurts to think about it.

"Don't worry." Mo Su came over, picked up a mud ball that was considered successful, and stroked Miao An's head to comfort him, "Isn't this getting better and better? Those sculptors can only do it after years of hard work. Well, you've done pretty well."

Miao An put his face on the table and rolled around, and Mo Su's hand was also moving. Of course, he knew that practicing carving was not a one-day job, let alone it took half a day, but he was still very depressed when he failed all the time. , and all the words Mo Su wrote were wasted.

"Okay, don't mess with it, let's go to eat, I'll fry steamed buns for you." Mo Su picked him up and dragged him outside.

Because the kiln for burning clay characters was in the original yard of the Miao family, the two of them used the main room as a temporary workshop, writing and engraving characters in it, eating and sleeping at their home in the east.

"Well, Mo Su, you're so kind." Miao An lay on the person's back, like a giant plaster, being dragged away by Mo Su.Fried steamed buns, my mouth is watering just thinking about it.

Mo Su might really have a talent for cooking.Not to mention that he learned how to cook very quickly at the beginning, Mo Su made many things better than his cooking after he learned it, such as fried steamed buns, which was his favorite.Because it was expensive, Miao An couldn't bear it and only made it once. After that, he was not at home, and the little greedy cat wanted to eat it, so Mo Su fried a few steamed buns for Miao An to taste.The heat is just right, the golden-yellow steamed buns are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, oily but not greasy, comforting Miao An's soul that has been unable to eat pasta for a long time.

In the future, Miao An would cry in his heart many times when he thought about it, how important a balanced diet is, how important the staple food is, and he actually thought fried steamed buns were better than meat.

———————Golden dividing line————

Although it was almost noon, the sun was blocked by thick clouds, coupled with the still biting north wind, there was still a chilling scene between heaven and earth.

Tianjiazhuang, an ordinary farmhouse, the thatch of the thatched house has not been refurbished, it is gloomy gray-black, it is a bit dazzling in the surrounding yellow roofs, there are still remaining dogtail grasses that withered last year on the fence, and the wind is swirling, The cracked wooden door creaked.

"Leave me alone!" Suddenly there was a furious voice, and then something seemed to hit the ground.

There is a small door on one side of the slightly shabby main room, separated by a cloth curtain. A middle-aged man is lying on the bed. He may be a little pale because he hasn’t seen the sun for a long time. Now he is flushed with emotion. The lower chest was heaving violently, and the thick-knuckle hands beside him were clenched into fists, as if they were suppressing their emotions.

Tian Sheng picked up the bowl that had been dropped on the ground without changing his face, and the water spilled all over the floor.I don't know how many times this is, he deliberately replaced the bowl with a wooden one.Tian Le, who was tied with a red-headed rope next to her, grabbed her brother's thigh, and looked timidly at her father, who had started to be irritable again, with big eyes.

"Father." Tian Sheng sat on the side of the bed, "You are disobedient again, how can you do without drinking water?"

The excited Tian Qinghe gasped for a while, gradually calmed down, and stared at him and said, "After drinking, don't I have to ask you to wipe my excrement and pee? Tian Sheng, leave me alone, just look at me. How did it delay you?"

As he spoke, Tian Qinghe's voice trembled. Since he broke his leg three years ago, he has been lying in bed. His husband ran away after holding on for half a year, leaving 17-year-old Tian Sheng and nine-year-old Tian happy.Tian Sheng has become the pillar of the family, and he is busy at home and abroad every day. He not only has to take care of him, but also cultivates the land and sells New Year pictures. .

It dragged down his own child, and made Tian Qinghe, a father, very painful, but he couldn't move his legs, and he couldn't even kill his own life, so his temper became more and more irritable, but afterwards he would feel guilty and uncomfortable, feeling sorry for his son.

Tian Sheng helped Tian Qinghe sit up and began to massage his unconscious legs.He didn't feel that his father was dragging him down. Before his father had an accident, he was making New Year's pictures on wooden boards. Those big nimble hands supported his life. Now that his father can't move, as a son, he absolutely can't ignore it.He could understand why his father lost his temper, and he never felt impatient. As for getting married, if he couldn't even handle his son well, why would he talk about being a father.

"You are my father, so I should support you." Tian Sheng tried his best and smiled, "Could it be that father doesn't drink water because he is shy?"

Looking at this son who was as stubborn as a donkey, Tian Qinghe sighed for a long time, but at the same time he was more moved. Having such a good son made his life worthwhile.

"Father, don't be angry, brother bought me a new hair rope today." Tian Le grabbed her father's hand and put it on her head, hoping to make her happy.

"It's so beautiful. Our family's Tianle is the best." Tian Qinghe touched his small face, seeing his smiling face, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and then suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Tian Sheng, you Did you buy that new jacket a few days ago? Why didn’t I hear what you said?”

My son is afraid that he will be bored, so he always talks about miscellaneous and trivial things.The jacket was exquisite in workmanship, but he only saw him wear it once and then it disappeared, and he never mentioned it.

"I know." Tian Le rushed to say, "Brother said it was a gift from someone else."

Before he had time to cover Tian Le's mouth, Tian Sheng withdrew his hand resentfully, and turned his head to meet Ueda Qinghe's meaningful eyes.

I knew it would be like this. The jacket was made for him by Qiuwen. The reason he didn't dare to wear it was not only because he was afraid it would get dirty, but the main reason was because he was afraid that his father would ask if he saw Qiuwen's existence. have a bee in one's bonnet.

"Is there someone you like? Can you marry him back?" Tian Qinghe recalled his son's rippling expression before, and thought it was because he was happy because there were more Spring Festival couplets for sale, but it turned out that there was something else hidden.

Thinking of Qiu Wen, Tian Sheng couldn't help but blush a little. Although his father planned to marry him before, it was over before it started, and he didn't think about it later, but his father was still working hard, but in the end there was no result.But when he met Qiu Wen that day, Tian Sheng couldn't let go of it. He was really at a loss for this feeling he had never felt before.Although I like it, but thinking about the situation at home, I become very hesitant.

"Father, don't ask, you don't even have a word." Even if Qiuwen likes him, he will only suffer after marrying, so why bother to delay him.

That being said, he just couldn't control his legs and couldn't help but want to see Qiuwen.

Tian Qinghe saw his son's face was bitter and his brows were frowned, probably because of himself, so he sighed and remained silent.

Here, Miao An's enthusiasm was frustrated due to repeated defeats. After eating Mo Su's "Love Fried Steamed Buns", his blood recovered a little.

Anyway, there is a lot of clay, Miao An made a brick-sized lump of mud, wrote on it and then peeled off the mud.Youyou thought it was interesting and came to join in the fun, and even came with Erpang, Miao An felt in a daze that he had returned to the days when he was playing with plasticine when he was a child...

"Anzi!" Qiuwen's voice sounded outside the door, and after a while, the person was right in front of him, "Are you practicing knife skills?"

Chinese New Year is the off-season for making clothes. Although Miao An is busy making clay movable type, she still feels that Qiu Wen visits the house less often, "Yes, otherwise Mo Su's writing will be wasted. What are you doing at home recently? ?”

Qiu Wen, with his hands behind his back, took out a pair of cloth shoes from behind and said with a smile, "I'm learning how to make shoes. How about it?"

Although he is proficient in making clothes, Qiu Wen has never made shoes, and his own shoes are basically made by Ah Mo.

"This size, isn't it yours and Ah Qiu's?" Miao An wiped his hands with a cloth and said, sure enough, Qiuwen is dexterous and the shoes are beautiful, with neat and precise stitches, and they are durable at first glance.

Qiu Wen was embarrassed for a while, his face was also red, and it took him a long time to say that it was for Tian Sheng, "You didn't see, the pair of his feet are all worn out."

Miao An didn't care about that, when he and Mo Su hadn't made it together, Qiu Wen teased him a lot, but now that he had the opportunity, he couldn't let this guy go easily.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm so familiar with making shoes." Miao An patted his shoulder and said with emotion.

Qiu Wen is speechless, isn't that what he said when he teased Miao An for making fish for Mo Su?Shaking his shoulders and shaking off Miao An's hand, he didn't hide it, and said openly: "It's just that he is pleasing to the eye, stupid, what if you don't look a little bit tricked by someone."

Just as Miao An was about to tease him, Qiu Wen frowned again and continued: "But I haven't seen him for a few days, do you know his home? I'll send it to him."

Miao An shook his head. He only knew that Tian Sheng belonged to Tianjiazhuang, and he said everything when he came to his house, so he didn't know the specific address of the other party.Although surprised at Qiu Wen's initiative, Miao An was still willing to help.

"Tomorrow, I'll accompany you to Tianjiazhuang. He sells New Year pictures. He must know about it. Let's just ask."

Qiuwen agreed, he wanted to find Tian Sheng, but in fact, most of it was because Ah Mo kept nagging.

Ah Qiu, an outsider, can see clearly that this kid Tian Sheng obviously likes Qiu Wen, and it is the first time that Qiu Wen cares so much about a person, looking forward to Qiu Wen getting married, Qiu Ah, who has been looking forward to it for many years, will naturally not let this go Opportunity, Tian Sheng can't come, let Qiuwen go, just to get a better understanding.

After returning home, I talked to Mo Su, and Mo Su naturally had no objection.The next day, Miao An and Qiu Wen went to Tianjiazhuang.