Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 3

Don't look at the bare walls of this house, it took a lot of effort to clean it up.

After tidying up the house, He Ping was sweating profusely, and the two brothers Han Zhaojun were also sweating profusely.

Seeing that the sun was already noon, He Ping said, "Let's have some lunch here."

"No, Brother He. There is still work at home, so I have to go back to work."

The two brothers Han Zhaojun declined He Ping's invitation to have a meal again and again, and left in a hurry.

I felt so sorry for He Ping that I didn't even drink a bowl of water.

Before leaving, He Ping and Han Zhaojun made an agreement that the two brothers would take him around when they are free these two days. He Ping is not familiar with this place, so he urgently needs to know more about it. Now he has settled down in Hantun. To live here for quite some time.

After all this tossing, it was noon, and the sorghum rice porridge that he ate in the morning was not at all hungry, and He Ping's stomach had already deflated.

It's time to eat.

He Ping, who grew up in the countryside, knows how to do many farm tasks even though he is not used to doing them. It's just that sometimes his body's reaction can't keep up.

Like now, for example, he is stumped.

How much water should be added to steam sorghum rice in a large pot?

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't make up my mind, so I just didn't think about it, and added more water, at worst, I could eat sorghum rice porridge.

Unexpectedly, he ran into another difficulty while lighting the fire, and the stove was emitting smoke, which made He Ping unable to open his eyes.

He couldn't bear it anymore, so he ran outside to get some air, he rubbed his eyes, and saw that the little boy who talked to him yesterday was standing in front of the jujube tree next to his house, looking at him happily.

"Hey, kid, what's the fun?"

Seeing He Ping talking to him, the child stopped smiling, maybe because he was a little shy, and when he didn't smile, his little mouth was still pouted, looking stubborn.

The little boy is not happy, but He Ping is happy, and he is still idle, teasing the children.

"What's your name?"

The little boy hesitated for a while, "Xiao Zhuer."

"Oh, how old are you?"

"Nine years old."

"It doesn't look like it, why does it look like a little Gadouzi?"

Xiao Zhu'er pouted even more when she heard this.

"Yo! I'm not happy, do you want to know how to grow as tall as Uncle?"

He Ping is younger after traveling back, but his height has not changed much. The 1.8-meter tall man is still quite bluffing. This is also an important reason why the old captain wants to keep him. This is a strong labor.

Xiao Zhu'er didn't speak, but there was curiosity in her small eyes.

"You should eat more meat and drink more milk, you know that?"

Xiao Zhu'er pursed her lips and her stomach growled.

He Ping is happy, little guy, he is greedy after listening to it, he is still a little greedy cat.

"Hungry? Go home and eat when you're hungry."

Xiao Zhuer didn't speak.

"Then how about I treat you to dinner?"

Hearing that there was food to eat, Xiao Zhu'er's eyes lit up with eagerness.

"It's fine to invite you to dinner, but you have to help me light the fire, do you agree?" He Ping negotiated with Xiao Zhu'er.

Xiao Zhu nodded without hesitation.

He Ping asked Xiaozhu to help light the fire, and he went to wash and chop vegetables.

Regardless of Xiaozhu'er's young age, he is a good hand at work. He took a wooden stick three times and twice, and the stove stopped smoking. It must have been unoccupied for a long time, and the flue was blocked.

There are only a few Chinese cabbage brought by the old village head at home, and there is no oil, so let's put some salt to deal with it.

A simple lunch is out of the pan.

The family didn't even have a dining table, so He Ping brought the rice bowl and vegetables to the edge of the kang and found out that the old captain brought a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

"Here, you can eat first." He Ping handed the bowl and chopsticks to Xiaozhu.

The child must have been hungry for more than this meal, and he was not polite, gobbling it up, making He Ping gulp.

"Eat slowly, no one will fight with you, this kid is reincarnated from starvation!"

Xiao Zhu was so absorbed in cooking that he had no time to talk to He Ping.

Looking at the wolf-eating little Zhuer in front of him, He Ping thought of the four-legged gold-eating beast in his home. Could it be that he really couldn't go back? He couldn't help feeling sad again.

Xiao Zhu was eating, when he felt a big hand moving restlessly on his head, he raised his head with a question mark on his face.

What do you mean?Do you think I ate too much?

"It's okay, eat yours."

My Golden Swallowing Beast doesn’t know how to spit on the sorghum rice. The living conditions of this era are still relatively poor. Looking at the clothes worn by this child, they are so torn, and the clothes are so torn that they don’t even patch them. The shoes are still single and torn.

The conditions in this family are not so difficult, are they?He Ping looked at it and felt that something was wrong.

"Why didn't your mother mend your clothes?"

Hearing this, Xiao Zhu's movements froze, he didn't speak, and resumed his energy to concentrate on cooking.

Seeing this, He Ping didn't ask any more questions, probably he was also a hard-working child.

Xiao Zhuer finally finished his meal, good guy, an eight or nine-year-old child, ate two big bowls of sorghum rice, a whole half pot of rice.

"How can it be made like this?"

He Ping touched his flat stomach curiously. It was strange to say that after becoming a parent, he was happy to see a child who was eating happily.

Xiao Zhu'er rubbed her cheeks with her sleeve, as if saying, what is this.

He Ping saw that the cuffs were black and oily, so he probably rubbed them often.

He Ping filled the rice and took two mouthfuls. This kid has a really good appetite.

Speaking of sorghum rice, it should be regarded as the poorest taste in the grain. It is rough and dry. In a word, it is difficult to swallow.

When eating at the old captain's house, after all, it is in front of others, so it is not good to show that it is not delicious or that you don't like it.

I only found out that it was really unpalatable after I cooked it at home, but with the conditions at home, if you are not used to eating it, you have to eat it hard, just eat it.

He Ping was full after barely eating a bowl of rice. Xiao Zhuer looked at him, as if asking, is that all?
"Aren't you going home after dinner?"

Xiao Zhuer looked at him, then ran out of the house.

This kid, who eats and wipes clean, flirts as soon as he kicks, he really has a bit of scumbag potential.

After a while, he ran back into the house again.

"You are such a man like the wind, what's the matter?"

Xiao Zhu'er put her hands in her bosom and took them out.

"This is...a mushroom?" He Ping hesitated.

"Yeah." Xiao Zhuer nodded.

"For me?"

"Yeah." Nodding again.

He Ping's heart warmed up, kid, it's a sensible person.

"Keep it for yourself." He Ping pushed back.

Xiao Zhuer's hand was still raised, her eyes were stubborn.

"Okay, then thank you, come to me if you want to eat in the future, this will be your meal money."

He Ping accepted the mushroom, and Xiao Zhu put down his hand. He couldn't help but patted Xiao Zhu'er's head again, not to mention that Xiao Zhu'er's head felt really good.

Before He Ping could get over his hand addiction, Xiao Zhu'er raised his leg and did it again.

This kid is really a man like the wind.

(End of this chapter)