pastoral life

Since Mingzhu entered the Wang family, the burden on Wang Mingchuan's shoulders has obviously eased a lot. The two are similar in age and both have a rare good temper. They also work hard for the family's livelihood. They are familiar with the work in the fields these days. Quite a few, they look like brothers when everything is discussed and measured.

Mingzhu doesn't want to dress up as a man's wife, she still acts like a teenager, and the people in the village don't have to watch Mingzhu dress up as a woman to be reconciled. Originally, there were few men's wives in this village. Wishing to go out, it is not awkward to dress up as a teenager with Mingzhu, but it is very convenient when working in the fields.

"Dahe, have you seen your brother Mingzhu?"

The seeds and vegetable seedlings in the field are ready, and I can only take care of the daily pest control and fertilization. I can finally take a rest after being busy these days.

"After lunch, I took Xiaoxi to Mrs. Jiang's house. When I left, I said that I would come back at night when it was time to cook."

Although Wang Mingchuan was curious about what Mingzhu was going to do with Aunt Jiang, he didn't ask. He just went to the yard and cut a few pillars and cut them into strips of equal width to be used as back baskets and hand stoves. He did it, although he had never done this before, but he had seen his father take care of it. There was enough bamboo, so he just groped for it.

"Dahe, don't stand here anymore, you can take Xiaohu to the room to read."

When Dahe heard the words, his face instantly turned bitter. He was not suitable for studying since he was a child, but now that his eldest brother has given up the examination for fame, he puts all his hopes on him and Xiaohu. When there is no work to do, you can urge him to study with Xiaohu.

"Brother, it's not like you don't know me. Ever since I was a child, my eyes hurt when I read books. Please forgive me. Brother, can I break bamboo strips with you?"

As he said that, he grabbed the machete and took a bamboo strip in his hand, only cut some small openings at the front end with the blade, and then just pressed the blade on the bamboo strip and swayed it left and right. Like shaking from side to side, they split evenly from the opening downwards, leaving only the joint held by the other hand still connected. In this way, a short bamboo strip is divided into thin sticks connected by tails.Dahe saw that his simple and honest hands were surprisingly dexterous. He made a lot of bamboo sticks of the same length in a short while, and skillfully twisted the tails attached to them with straw ropes to bundle them into a bundle. It was done in a short time, and at this time Wang Mingchuan was still struggling with the long strips of bamboo, so he was surprised to see that his brother who was so much younger than himself was so powerful:

"Good boy, when did you learn this trick?"

"I'm too weak to do the work in the field. On weekdays, I just help mow the grass or take care of the small lake and the others. When my father sees that I have nothing to do, he will let me watch him make a basket and a hand stove. After looking at it for a long time, I tried throwing it to me to make, and now the big ones are useless, but these small ones are nothing to worry about."

Dahe straightened his back and spoke, and Wang Mingchuan stopped urging him to study. After all, he knew his own brother. Dahe really didn't want to study if he insisted so much. It's not a problem to force him so hard. Son, although studying can make you stand out these days, it is not to the point where you have to use a knife to force everyone to read.

The two brothers were doing work around a few bamboo poles lying on the ground, but they all focused on Wang Xiaohu who was reciting loudly in the room.

Forget it, the older brothers are doing the farm work, so Xiaohu alone has to shoulder the burden of studying.

Wang Xiaohu, who was reciting aloud with his voice in the room, did not realize that his life was designed by his two brothers.

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At sunset, Mingzhu brought Wang Xiaoxi back with two pairs of straw sandals and some old clothes in her hands. Even the four-year-old Wang Xiaoxi had a sewing basket on her arm. The good backpack got up and went to meet it.

"Did you go to Mrs. Jiang's house to make straw sandals this afternoon?"

"Who said it wasn't."

Mingzhu took a pair of straw sandals to Wang Mingchuan and said,

"I made it according to the size of your shoe, it's a little bigger, try to see if you can still wear it."

Holding the straw sandals in his hands, Wang Mingchuan was stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing here? Try it out. It's getting hot this day, and you can wear it sometime. When you threshed millet earlier, you made a lot of straw stacks. You can tie as many straw sandals as you like. This thing is cool and comfortable to wear. It doesn’t cost fabric, but it fits perfectly.”

It was the first time for Mingzhu to make straw sandals with excitement, and she kept urging Wang Mingchuan to try them on quickly. Seeing Mingzhu's appearance, Mingchuan trembled slightly in his heart, as if there was a bird He flew to his chest and pecked him until it tickled his heart.

"It must fit, I can tell without wearing it."

Ming Chuan held the straw sandals in his hand and looked at them over and over curiously, until Mingzhu urged him hard, then put them on his feet carefully and slipped them in, even reluctant to step on the ground.

"Put on both feet and try walking a few steps. If it fits well, I will make a few more pairs like this."

Wang Mingchuan changed it as he said, and he couldn't stop walking around the yard as if he was addicted to it. In the end, he simply went out in straw sandals and went out to wander around crowded places. He went to talk to people, and didn't pretend to care until others noticed the straw sandals under his feet. Mingzhu made it himself. The elders in the same village were all from here. As for Qing, if you think about it, the Zhao family made a good marriage by accident.

There was no light at night, and kerosene was too expensive to light it for a long time, so Mingzhu and Wang Mingchuan coaxed a few children to wash up and go to bed after dinner.

"I'm watching over here, you guys go to bed quickly, don't be too late and have to get up early tomorrow."

The corners of Mingzhu's mouth twitched when she heard that, this little girl is not very eye-catching among the three little ones, the youngest of Xiaotan naturally gets more attention, and Xiaohu has such a loud voice that no one can ignore it, only Xiaoxi is quiet It is very easy for people to ignore the ground following in the middle. Mingzhu didn't notice this child at first, and she didn't feel any difference until now.

This child is too mature, and I am afraid that he will be a child with a high IQ in the future.

Regardless of these things, Mingzhu went back to the room with Wang Mingchuan. Anyway, no matter how smart a child of the Wang family is, it is better than being stupid.

After turning off the lights and lying down, Mingzhu didn't close her eyes immediately, but only said to Wang Mingchuan:

"Li Sanniang at the east end of the village told me that if I can make ten pairs of straw sandals for his men, I can give me two cubs, one male and one female, just to raise and eat meat."

"His man has a pair of big feet, it's so hard for you to make ten pairs..."

"It's hard work. I just do some odd jobs in my free time. The rabbit grows fast and gives birth to cubs easily. With this, Dahe and the others can eat more meat."

Rabbits are very easy to raise, the grass they eat can be cut by children on the mountain, and they can only eat and grow meat in a cage. When there are many, there can be several litters a year, so two little rabbits are not worth much, Li Sanniang It's not bad to exchange ten pairs of straw sandals with Mingzhu, no, I even gave Mingzhu several old clothes to make shoe uppers.

"Your shoes are also worn out. I will mend them for you tomorrow and make new ones after the straw sandals are finished. I have already brought back the old clothes. I will learn from Aunt Jiang again in the afternoon. It shouldn’t be too difficult after some skills.”

Mingzhu is very happy in her heart. The feeling of getting better and better under his hands actually gives him a sense of accomplishment. He has always been a very easy-to-satisfy person. Although his life is exhausting, he is also full and clean. He only touches each other every day. These simple villagers just walk around in the fields, hoping for a good harvest, and their days can't be more comfortable

Mingzhu, who was thinking about a better life in the future, didn't realize that Wang Mingchuan, who was sleeping on the other side of the bed, had moved over at some point. The child was silent, but he pushed away the quilt and pulled Mingzhu's hand out without hesitation.

"what are you doing!"

Mingzhu was fooled by Wang Mingchuan's sudden action, but when she came to her senses, she met Wang Mingchuan's extremely bright eyes.

It's just that the eyes are full of distress at this moment.

"I didn't notice it at the time, but you have quite a few injuries on your hand."

He knew that Mingzhu was not skilled in farming, so he got a lot of injuries on his hands and legs. It is the same reason for making shoes. Beginners will always cut their hands, and he has to touch needles and threads when he wants to learn how to make cloth shoes. A man His hands are not as small and delicate as a woman's, and he can hold a hoe but can't hold a sewing needle. I don't know how many needle holes and cuts I have to make in my hands this afternoon.

"How can you be as delicate as you said, they are all rough and rough, and there are not many cuts in the hands?"

Mingzhu didn't care. To him, a man's hands are not as delicate as a woman's. It doesn't matter if the skin is worn out and the eyes are pierced. After it's done, grind it until the calluses form. His body is just too delicate. The skin all over the body is as unmanly as a shelled egg, and it would be better to make a few cuts on the hands to make it thicker.

Mingzhu was thinking like this, but she couldn't help feeling some warm touch from her palm. The wet liquid stuck to her palm, and when it was exposed to the air, it slowly dried and brought a bit of coolness, which made Mingzhu shrink back involuntarily. shrunk his shoulders.

"what are you doing!"

Mingzhu was about to withdraw his hand, but Mingchuan held on tightly, because Mingzhu struggled, he stretched out his legs and feet to suppress him, and only took two hands in front of his face, stretched his tongue and licked the fine wound on his head, Mingzhu refused to listen Nobody has the strength to struggle, so in the end, Ming Chuan had to make a fuss like this. Thanks to his hard work in the afternoon, he is too tired to care about it. After a few struggles that didn’t work, he just closed his eyes and went to sleep. It’s really a miracle. fell asleep.

Wang Mingchuan smeared those white jade-like hands with saliva before blowing on them distressedly. When he found that Mingzhu had fallen asleep, he shook his head helplessly and looked at this person.Mingzhu is not beautiful, and that yin and yang face is not good-looking anywhere, but he just likes this face more and more. This person will take care of his younger siblings for him, cook for their family, and will be with them. He shared the farm work together, and even took up women's work to make shoes and mend clothes for him. Before reading books, he never understood why the word "love" in the poem could make life and death promise each other, but now he has some understanding—it is nothing more than It's just meeting someone who makes you unable to let go.

Ming Chuan didn't pull back his legs, he just stretched out his arms and hugged Mingzhu and slept overnight under the quilt.

A good dream keeps people asleep, but the next day the two of them got up late for an unprecedented time.

The author has something to say: Cough, cough, dog blood, dog blood, good fun, good fun, bad guys will come out to make trouble in the next chapter, please give me strength, let me stop writing about bad guys.