Bianshanhan [farming]

The sun was high outside, and the Li family hadn't had breakfast yet, all of them looked happy, and there was no sign of sleepiness.

Neighbors who heard the news came to inquire, and when they heard that Li Qingwen was really well, they hid their surprise and congratulated each other.

It is said that the Li family has not worked hard in vain for more than ten years, but this time it is really hard work.

Chen kept wiping away her tears, she didn't care about bitterness or sweetness, as long as her son recovered, her heart disease would be gone.

When Li Qingwen woke up again, he had to face not only his own family, but also the old and young in the village.

The room was full of people, some were visiting and some were joining in the fun, with undisguised scrutiny in their eyes.

Li Qingwen followed his mother, calling like a parrot, "Third millet (uncle), fifth grandpa, seventy (aunt)..."

Because the original body used to only know simple syllables, Li Qingwen knew what he should shout, but his pronunciation was not accurate.

But the impact is not too big, just listen to the exclamation of everyone.

"Zai'er, I'm your third uncle, do you still remember me? Before your fourth brother put you on a tree to practice courage, it was your uncle who carried you down. You even pissed on your uncle."

"Looking at this boy's eyes, he is clever, just like your father, and he will be able to make a living in the future!"

"Hey, son, this is your seventh aunt, and you were delivered by seventh aunt, do you still remember..."

"His grandma, the baby's eyes were not opened when he was born, how can he remember people!"

Everyone in the room teased Li Qingwen like a little doll, with kind smiles on their dark faces.

Baskets after baskets of sweet words were thrown at them, and Li Qingwen couldn't help it with the combined shame of his two lives, but there was no place to hide.

When the relatives and guests left one after another, Li Qingwen secretly heaved a sigh of relief. This relaxation made his stomach growl.

Mrs. Chen slapped her forehead and hurried outside to get food.

Parents are not around, there are only four brothers left in the room, Li Qingfeng reached out and squeezed his brother's face, "Do you still remember the fourth brother?"

Li Qingwen nodded, and reached out to paw his fourth brother's dishonest paw, "Fourth brother, it hurts."

"You know it hurts, so you're not stupid." Li Qingfeng was very satisfied.

"Boy, are you hungry, sweeten your mouth first..." Li Qingzhuo stuffed a grayish-white thing with the size of a thumb into his brother's mouth.

Li Qingwen didn't know what was in his mouth, so he heard his fourth brother exclaim, "Second brother, where did you steal this candy? Is it in the mother's closet or on the shelf in the wing?"

"Steal what?" Li Qinghong patted the fourth brother on the head, "Do you think the second brother misses this stutterer every day like you?"

"If you're not full, of course you want to eat." Li Qingfeng rolled his eyes nonchalantly.

Li Qingzhuo stroked the top of Younger Brother's hair, and said, "We don't have any at home. This is the candy he gave me when I went with the master to see the doctor. Fourth brother, next time the second brother has some candy, I'll keep it for you."

Li Qingfeng is 14 years old, and he is half a child. Although he is greedy for this stutter, he also knows the difficulties at home. He shook his head and said: "No need, second brother, you can eat by yourself. The fruits on the mountain are almost ripe, and you can eat a lot."

Li Qinghong didn't speak, he remembered that the last time his second brother visited the doctor was last month, he probably didn't want to eat this candy until now.

At this time, the corner of the lump in his mouth began to melt, and Li Qingwen tasted a little bit of sweetness. The taste was a little light, but it was familiar. Li Qingwen opened his mouth, "Maltose."

Li Qingzhuo looked at Brother Yao in surprise, "Zai'er is so smart!"

Li Qingwen, who studied well since he was a child, has heard many praises, but he was not praised for tasting any candy, so he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

In his previous life, he lived in an era of rich products, food and clothing, and a wide variety of candies with various tastes.Most things like maltose exist in the memories of adults. He can recognize it because the neighbors in his hometown make sugar, not only maltose, but also brown sugar, frozen rice sugar and word sugar.

Because the sugar was boiled for a long time, he could smell the warm and sweet smell every day when he was a child.

Of course, the two families are close, so he usually eats these.

Looking at the patient and longing face in front of him, Li Qingwen took out the sugar that hadn't melted in his mouth, "Fourth brother, you eat."

This action seems to be subconscious, just after Li Qingwen finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, the candy was covered with his saliva...

But Li Qingfeng didn't care at all, he happily took it and threw it into his mouth.

Li Qingzhuo and Li Qinghong were stunned seeing this scene.

Li Qingwen was also stunned, and said in a daze: "Fourth brother, you like to eat, I'll cook it for you (in the future)..."

He spoke vaguely, and the three elder brothers couldn't hear clearly. They were only happy that he had said such a long string of words. Before Li Qingwen could repeat, his mother yelled over when the meal was ready, and the three elder brothers pushed him outside.

The whole family sits around a wooden table, and there is a bowl in front of each person. In the bowl is red sorghum rice porridge, which is rare and thick. In the middle of the table is a plate of steamed pickles.

Except for festivals and visiting guests, Li's family eats almost like this. In drought years, sorghum porridge will turn into millet porridge, which is even thinner at that time.

Li Qingwen had the most porridge today, and the bowl in front of him was as big as his father's, because he saved trouble today, so it was a special care.

Sorghum rice is rough, because the shell is not completely broken, and it hurts the throat when swallowed. This stuff is drought-resistant and yields a lot. It is the main crop in Yangshu Village and even Liushan County. Farmers generally eat this.

Li Qingwen was not very used to eating, and almost choked, and the rice soup dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Before he could react, Li Qingzhuo who was sitting next to him habitually took out a cloth towel and wiped the corners of his mouth clean.

Li Qingwen was stunned. He had more than 30 years in his two lifetimes, and he still had to be wiped...

The Li family has taken care of him like this for more than ten years, and they have long been accustomed to it, and the swiftness of their movements makes people unable to react.

"Thank you, second brother." Li Qingwen whispered.

Because of his simple thank you, the Li family's dinner table was boiling again—Zai'er is sensible!

Li Qingwen didn't finish this bowl of porridge, so he divided it among his three brothers.

Li Qingzhuo was an apprentice in the county medical center, and this time he came back from a family vacation. Seeing that Yaodi was fine, he didn't dare to delay, so he had to go back to the county after dinner.

With the hot pot on, Mrs. Chen baked a few sorghum flour pancakes and brought them to her second son along with a pack of pickles.Being an apprentice is not easy, although her son has a good master, but the shopkeeper is a fussy, strict watcher, the staff and apprentices have little rations, and they are often hungry, she really feels distressed.

Mrs. Chen would rather say it from her own mouth than to let her son suffer outside. After all, it is not as good as at home outside. Although the wild vegetables in the mountains are old, they can be cheated if they are chopped and put in porridge. In the county town, there is no money and no place to get them food.

When Li Qingzhuo was leaving, Li Maoxian just came back after talking with others, and said: "Study hard with the master, be obedient, work more, talk less, and send a message home if you have something to do."

Li Qingzhuo said these words every time he left home, and Li Qingzhuo nodded seriously, saying goodbye to his parents with the basket on his back.

Li Qinghong and Li Qingfeng wanted to send their second brother off, Li Qingwen also wanted to follow, Chen wanted to speak, but was stopped by Li Maoxian.

For such an old son, he didn't know anything before, and the whole family just took care of him. Now that he is awake, he can't keep holding it in his hands. He needs to go out and have a look.

The four brothers walked towards the village, and the villagers on the road greeted Li Qingzhuo, but their eyes were fixed on Li Qingwen. This kid stopped being pulled by his brother, and he walked very fast by himself, and was taught by Li Qingzhuo to greet his elders.

It's really good. The villagers saw it with their own eyes, and they were so surprised that they turned around and asked someone to talk about it.

Passing through the rows of earth houses, you can see patches of fields in the south, including sorghum, soybeans, millet and millet, which are high and low, and they are almost ripe.

Walked along the dirt road beside the field for about two miles, then turned south, passed a two-person deep ditch, Li Qingzhuo stopped, "Just stop here, don't play on the road, go back early, don't let parents worry .”

After saying goodbye, Li Qingwen followed the two brothers for a while, then turned around, and saw the thin figure of the second brother was mostly blocked by the basket.

As if sensing his gaze, Li Qingzhuo, who was walking away, suddenly turned around, and waved vigorously at them.

This scene coincided with a part in his memory, Li Qingwen couldn't help but his eyes warmed up, and he lowered his head.

Yangshu Village is located in the northwest of Daliang, with drought and little rain. The land is barren. There are no rivers and paddy fields.

Regardless of adults or children, the most memory is starvation.

The Li family has more than ten acres of land, which is not a small amount, but it can't support the large population of the family, and there are several half-sized children who can eat the most. Not to mention the lack of food in the autumn harvest every year, they have to buy it. If it weren't for the capable and economical parents, these days Can't even think about it.

Li Maoxian is a far-sighted man. He knows that if he relies on the fields at home, he will suffer catastrophe in a bad year. He is happy to send his children to learn skills. With real skills, even if he does not farm, he will not starve to death in the future.

When Li Maoxian was arrested to build the capital, he learned how to be a carpenter. With this skill, the family can make extra money.

Because of Chen's illness, the Li family got acquainted with Dr. Lu from Huichun Hall in the county town. Dr. Lu took a fancy to the quiet and sensible Li Qingzhuo and took him to the county town as an apprentice. The Li family was very grateful to Dr. Lu.

Although he came here out of nowhere, Li Qingwen was also touched by the various cares of his family, and he also wanted to do something for this family.

There must be a way to make money... Li Qingwen was thinking about it.

But on the way back, his two elder brothers kept teasing him to talk more and practice his tongue. Li Qingwen's thoughts were interrupted again and again, so he could only give up first.

When I got home, my parents went to the field, and my sister-in-law was very busy holding the six-year-old nephew from harming the chickens in the family, and preventing the three-year-old nephew from eating dirt with the other hand.

Li Qingfeng slapped his eldest nephew's ass, telling him to be honest, and then went out to go up the mountain.

Li Qingwen followed the two brothers like a tail.

The sorghum fields were one after another, each as tall as a person, with red tassels on them. Li Qingwen followed his brother to his own field, and there was no sign of his parents on the field. Pull those ridges.

After confirming the two sides of his own land, Li Qingwen also occupied three ridges next to his brother, and uprooted the grass between the sorghum.

Li Qinghong and Li Qingfeng only wanted to take their younger brother up the mountain, but they didn't expect his son to pick weeds. They were very pleasantly surprised.

Seeing the joyful faces of his two brothers, Li Qingwen was a little helpless. The difference between sorghum and grass is so big, how could he not be able to pull it out? He is not a fool...

Well, he used to be a bit dull, but it's different now.