A good wife should raise her from an early age

At this time, the people of the Song family should be asleep. Lin Haoxi turned off the computer and fell down on the simple bed. The hard bed was covered with a mat. A few big red flowers out of date.

Lin Haoxi was just lying on this strange bed, surrounded by darkness, and he couldn't see his fingers.Occasionally there was a creaking sound, the sound of a mouse.

On summer nights, besides the sound of rats running in the room, there are also sounds of insects and dogs barking outside.A little noisy, but so peaceful.

Lin Haoxi forgot when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, it was already daylight.The pale yellow sunlight came in from the small wooden window, sprinkled on the ground, and carved a square light and shadow on the somewhat uneven ground.

The vines outside the wooden window are translucent in the sunlight, and several small purple flowers are hidden among the green leaves, creating an indescribable artistic conception.

The crowing of the rooster came from the ear, and the crowing of the rooster was not far away, maybe the chickens raised by the Song family.

Lin Haoxi looked at the mobile phone beside the pillow, it was only eight o'clock in the morning.Sitting up and wearing slippers, she went out the door. In the main room, Grandma Song was sitting at the door where the light was better, sewing clothes.

"Good morning, grandma." Lin Haoxi asked Ann very politely.

Grandma Song saw Lin Haoxi coming out, "Why don't you sleep more, it's still early."

"Can't sleep."

Grandma Song put down what she was on hand, "Grandma left breakfast for you, you go and wash your face, I'll reheat it for you and you can eat it."

Lin Haoxi yawned and got lazy, "Don't be busy, old man, I can eat whatever I want."

"No trouble, soon."

Lin Haoxi brushed his teeth, washed his face, and returned to the main room. Rice and vegetables were already placed on the table.She has already cooked meals so early, and she doesn't know when she got up.

Lin Haoxi sat down and picked up the rice to eat, and Grandma Song poured him another bowl of hot tea.Lin Haoxi felt a little sorry for letting the old man serve him, "I want to drink tea in the future, so I can do it myself."

Grandma Song smiled kindly, "Hey, the tea is in the kettle. If you like to drink it cold, there is one in the teapot next to it."

"Well, I see."

Lin Haoxi ate something casually, he was not used to eating in the morning, he always felt like eating lunch.

There is only one socket in Song's house, which is next to the TV, and Lin Haoxi's mobile phone and computer must be charged there.

Lin Haoxi was a little surprised when he didn't see Song Yuhui early in the morning. When he went out, he saw Grandma Song who was feeding the chickens, "Grandma, where did Yuhui go?"

"He followed the old man to dig vines in the sweet potato field."

Lin Haoxi didn't know what turning rattan was, and probably thought it was a kind of farm work.

Lin Haoxi sat on a chair under the tree, watching a hen lead a group of chicks pacing up and down, looking for the shriveled grains that Grandma Song had just scattered on the ground, occasionally cooing a few times.

When Song Yuhui came back, he was holding a bamboo basket in his hand, and there were a lot of sweet potato leaves in the bamboo basket, which was the dish at noon today.

When Lin Haoxi saw Song Yuhui walking down the small steps next to Wu, his mood was like the sunshine today.

This boy who is five years younger than him always has a slight smile on his face when he looks at him, which is very natural and innocent.Lin Haoxi is pleasing to the eye no matter how she looks at it, although she has only known each other for a day, it feels like she has known her for several years.

The so-called warm man probably refers to Song Yuhui.

Sitting under the tree, Lin Haoxi and Song Yuhui tore the skin off the sweet potato leaf stalks, tore off the wrapped skin with his fingernails, added some minced garlic and the farmer’s own pickled and chopped peppers, and it was full of flavor.

"Do you have anything to do this afternoon?" Lin Haoxi asked casually.

"Go chop wood."

There is no liquefied petroleum gas and natural gas in the countryside, and even coal cannot be transported into the mountains, so we can only rely on firewood.Lin Haoxi pointed to a few bundles of firewood outside the small shed, "Isn't that still there?"

"These bundles will be burnt out in a few days, so some have to be cut from the mountains and returned to dry."

Lin Haoxi understood that the firewood cannot be burned immediately after being chopped, but must be dried in the sun.After these few bundles of firewood were burned, the chopped firewood was also dried in the sun in a few days.

"Call me when you go this afternoon."

"Ah."

To chop firewood, I will go to another mountain where no one lives.Song Yuhui changed into a pair of Jiefang shoes with holes in the soles of his feet, and was about to go out with a chopping knife.Lin Haoxi, wearing brand-name clothes costing thousands of dollars, also went to the mountain.

Go down the mountain along the steps, and then walk around the foot of the mountain along a two-meter-wide dirt road. There are two couples weeding in the field at the foot of the mountain. Song Yuhui greeted them politely.

Song Yuhui called the couple's uncle and aunt, and Lin Haoxi asked afterwards, "Are you relative?"

"Well, my uncle and uncle."

Since Lin Haoxi came to the Song family yesterday, she hasn't gotten to know the rest of the Song family well.It is only natural to think that Song Yuhui is a left-behind child, and his parents have gone to work in the city.

There is no firewood at the foot of the mountain, but there are thickets of ferns half a person's height, occasionally interspersed with some low shrubs.

Song Yuhui opened the way in front with the hatchet in his hand, and pushed the ferns aside with his feet, letting Lin Haoxi behind him walk the path he had reclaimed.

Passing through the fern bushes and coming to the mountainside where the shrubs grow more densely, this is the place Song Yuhui is looking for.Lin Haoxi watched from the side as he bent down, pressed down a small tree taller than him with his left hand, swiped the chopping knife in his right hand to the root twice, and the small tree fell down with a snap .

Straighten your waist, hold the roots with your hands, and chop off the side branches with a hatchet, leaving only the trunk.

People in the mountains have a consensus on chopping firewood. If it is too small, don’t cut it and save it for growth; if it’s too big, don’t cut it and keep it for sale to furniture factories.Only the ones that are not too big or small are cut down, most of them are miscellaneous trees that don’t grow tall, and even if they grow up, they can’t be sold for a good price.

Seeing Song Yuhui slash for a while, Lin Haoxi also gave it a try, imitating his movements, and it was clear that the posture was correct, but it seemed that he was not ready to do it.

Song Yuhui smiled behind him, and Lin Haoxi, who was bent over, turned his head to look at him, "Why can't you keep chopping?"

"The knife was used wrong." As he said that, he also bent down and took Lin Haoxi's hand, "If you hold it like this, you can't cut it flat when you cut it, you have to tilt it."

The first time Lin Haoxi touched his hand, his hand was very rough with a thick layer of calluses, and there was a little scar on the back of the hand, which was probably left by doing farm work.Such hands can make Lin Haoxi feel warm.

Lin Haoxi tried the method taught by Song Yuhui, "Is that so?"

"Ah."

Lin Haoxi swung the knife, and with a snap, the small tree that he had chopped several times without falling down finally broke, and he immediately felt a sense of accomplishment.

Lin Haoxi is not suitable for farm work. His hands are fair and slender, with thin skin and tender flesh. They are only suitable for touching the keyboard, playing the violin and occasionally playing tennis and basketball.

After cutting a lot of firewood, Song Yuhui picked the straightest one as a pole, and trimmed the branches cleanly.A tangle of vines from a nearby tree served as rope to tie the scattered firewood into two bundles.

A shoulder pole □ bundles of firewood becomes a weightlifting barbell.Song Yuhui put his shoulders on his shoulders and easily started down the mountain.

Lin Haoxi was behind him to help him stabilize the firewood, "I'll pick the one when I get down the mountain."

"I can do it myself." Lin Haoxi shifted his shoulders, turned his head and asked, "Brother, are you thirsty?"

"Is there any water here?" The weather was a bit hot, Lin Haoxi was sweating all over, and he was really thirsty.

"Yes, it's right below."

After going down the mountain, Song Yuhui put the firewood on the grass beside him, and Lin Haoxi saw a little red mark on his exposed shoulder next to his neck.Song Yuhui went to the bushes and picked two reed leaves, and handed one to Lin Haoxi.

The water source is at the foot of the mountain, and it seems that someone has specially reclaimed it. A small pool the size of a barrel is surrounded by sand.Clear, cold groundwater bubbles up from below, and excess water flows into nearby rice fields along small ditches hidden in the grass.

There are two dense shrubs above the spring as protection, and the cold groundwater is shrouded in the shade of the trees, which can still maintain a sweet and refreshing taste.

The two drank a few sips each, and sat for a while under the shade of the tree. When they left, Lin Haoxi said that he was here to pick up firewood. After speaking, he walked over to pick up two bundles of firewood, and was about to carry them on his shoulders.

Song Yuhui quickly stopped him, "Brother, I'll be fine if I come, you are a guest, so I can't let you do heavy work."

"Okay, I'm just bored for fun, and if I can't stand it later, I'll pick it for you."

Song Yuhui didn't know what to say for a while, and watched Lin Haoxi pick up two bundles of firewood, and walked a few steps quickly.He also followed. He pointed to the front and said, "If you pick the tree in front, I will replace it."

Lin Haoxi resisted the pain in his shoulder and said, "Okay."

Back home, Song Yuhui put the two bundles of firewood away, and Grandpa Song took out a bunch of sweet potatoes from the basket at the door, they were called jicama.It's white and looks a bit like a heart.

Peel the skin and eat it. It tastes sweet, crisp and refreshing.Lin Haoxi and Song Yuhui were sitting under the tree at the door, the afternoon sun shone through the densely packed branches and scattered dots on the ground.

Lin Haoxi gnawed on a fist-sized jicama each.Occasionally, one or two chickens would pass by, chirping and pecking at the jicama skins on the ground.

Evenings in the countryside always make people feel sad. The children who stay at home sit on the threshold, watching the sun in the west slowly go downhill, and finally disappear.Which family's children ran out to play, and before they came back from dinner, a middle-aged woman called her grandchildren to go home for dinner.

The dim light bulbs in every household were turned on again, and the whole family ate simple, light tea and light meals under the light bulbs, with a mouthful of plain rice and a mouthful of pickles, and the food was still delicious.

Lin Haoxi is still not used to life in the countryside, and she always has to hold her breath when going to the toilet.The bath is in a large wooden basin, which does not look like a bathtub or a bucket.The whole person squats in it to wash, just like taking a baby bath, it feels strange no matter what.