Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 224 Then Can You Weave A Butterfly
The He family has a small population, but the house has two floors.

It used to be an adobe house, which was built by He Jinsheng's great-grandfather. Three years ago, a seven-eight-day continuous storm destroyed half of the house.

He Jinsheng's eldest sister discussed with her eldest brother-in-law, and took part of the family's savings, and asked He's father to join them to build a green brick house.

Father He wants to be strong all his life, but he refuses to have it.

But the eldest daughter said [the house should be decent, Jinsheng is easy to find a partner. ] He was speechless.

He discussed with his old wife all night. Being illiterate, he went to the brigade secretary to write an IOU.

I traced it stroke by stroke, and re-copied the IOU. The secretary of the brigade was the guarantor.

The house was finally built.

The brick and wood structure, the exterior wall is green brick, the second floor is a pure wood board room, and the floor is also made of wood boards.

The second floor is uninhabited, and there are few windows and poor light. Some living utensils, sundries, and food are piled up in several rooms.

The He family's house has no front and rear yards. There is a sunbathing dam in front, and the main room extends backward in the shape of two wings.

The stove room has two doors, one connecting the dining room and the other connecting the back of the house.

Behind the house is an empty ping, connected to the empty ping is another family.

Father He is in his fifties, an old farmer, who can do a little bamboo crafting, but he is not good at it.

After work, he sat under the eaves of the back door weaving fish creels, wearing a dirty long apron.

He has a strong physique, doesn't like to smile, and has deep nasolabial folds on his vicissitudes of face.

His hair was gray, and his beard, which hadn't been trimmed for a long time, was very long.

He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a small stand-up collar common to the older generation, with the front open, and inside was an old yellowed vest sweatshirt with holes everywhere.

His eyebrows are very special, the hair at the end of the eyebrows is two fingers long, like a pair of half crescent moons.

Beneath the kind and kind eyebrows is a serious face, which droops when not smiling.

In summer, when the chickpea peaches are ripe, the poor children in the village dare not steal the peaches in front of his house, except for those who are fearless for a few days.

His family's chickpea peaches belonged to the owner, and they were reserved for the children of the Song family and the children of the two daughters' families, and no one else could eat them.

Anyone who dares to steal will be beaten up if caught.

"Grandpa! Look, sister!" Qiu Run led Wenwen to the side of Father He happily.

"Go away!"

With a cold shout, Wenwen shivered in fright, and took a step back with her flat mouth.

The little person looks like a glutinous rice dumpling, with two small Nezha ball heads tied up.

She was wearing a light yellow cotton dress and pink sandals on her feet.

Anyone who sees it thinks it is cute and cute.

Father He raised his eyelids and glanced at her, his mouth moved, and he glared at Qiu Run angrily, "The bamboo strips are so sharp, I'm going to cry!"

"Oh!" Qiu Run stuck out his tongue embarrassingly, took his sister back a little, and patted her on the head, "Don't be afraid, grandpa didn't scold you, he scolded me~"

Wenwen flattened her mouth and looked at Father He grievously with big eyes full of tears, and greeted Father He in a low voice: "Grandpa He..."

"Ah."

He responded lukewarmly, stopped what he was doing and glanced at her, removed the half-woven fish basket on his leg, picked up the hatchet at his feet, got up and walked towards the empty meadow.

Went to the bottom of those palm trees and grabbed a branch, raised the knife and dropped it, took a palm leaf and came back to sit on the bamboo chair.

Without saying a word, the palm leaves were torn apart.

A few finger-wide and long long green leaves fluttered flexibly on the fingers covered with small stains, and after a while, a winged praying mantis was handed over to Qiu Run.

Qiu Run smiled and took it over and handed it to his sister, "Wenwen, here you are."

"I...I'm afraid..." Wenwen put her little hand behind her back with a bitter face, "biting, it hurts..."

"Ah? Have you been clamped too?" He put the mantis into his pocket and said to Father He with a smile, "Grandpa, can you weave a butterfly?"

Father He twitched the corner of his mouth, "Yes."

After speaking, he grabbed a handful of palm leaves and got up to leave.

He Jinsheng led Xia Mingzhen across the hallway and met him head-on. Xia Mingzhen glanced at him nervously, "Uncle He."

"Father, where are you going?" He Jinsheng looked curiously at the big handful of palm leaves in his father's hand.

Father He glanced at Xia Mingzhen, then hummed lightly, "Look for Uncle Song."

After answering in a concise and concise manner, the two of them were left with hurried backs.

"Huh?" He Jinsheng looked at Qiu Run blankly, "What did Grandpa do?"

"I don't know." Qiu Run taught Wenwen to turn the palm leaves back and forth, and replied casually, "Grandpa still wants to weave butterflies for us, but he left again suddenly."

He Jinsheng raised his eyebrows, how could his father make up butterflies to coax his children...

The only weaving mantis that I learned was taught by Uncle Wu after I had a grandson.

Qiu Run, a wild monkey, is not afraid of grandpa's cold face by nature.

I just learned to walk, and when I came to be a guest, I saw other people's children outside with straw gadgets in their hands, and they grabbed my grandfather's trousers and clamored for them.

It's hard to be as violent as my father, cursing, cutting off a palm leaf, holding the baby and going to look for the fifth uncle.

What kind of butterfly do I want this time?
He lowered his eyes and glanced at Wenwen, the little girl squatted on the ground with her mouth puffed out, she was earnestly learning to weave a small palm leaf basket, her thick and slender eyelashes blinked, she was extremely cute.

He let out a muffled laugh, and his father obviously went to find Uncle Wu to learn how to weave butterflies again.

"Oh, this is the health worker Xia, isn't it?"

Walking in the distance were two women with buckets in their arms and nets in their hands, one in their fifties and the other in their thirties.

It was the younger one who spoke, wearing dark blue clothes and pants, with a round and full face, not thick cheeks, and stretched facial features, looking dignified and kind.

"Yes, Sister He, hello." Xia Mingzhen greeted politely.

Sister He is one of the few girls of the same age in the village who has gone to high school. She was in the same class as Qiu Ruiqing when she was studying in the county.

After graduating from high school, Qiu Ruiqing continued to study at the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University. She did not meet the university quota and returned to Jiantan Commune Primary School to teach.

The two exchanged letters for several years, Qiu Ruiqing graduated and returned to his hometown, and the two became married.

Qiu Ruiqing returned to teach at his alma mater, and Sister He was also transferred to the county primary school.

She applied to go to her husband's unit, but since there is no shortage of teachers for the time being, she can only be arranged to enter the staff cafeteria.

She is also very satisfied, so that she can have more time to take care of her family.

Mother He has a gentle personality, but she still wants a daughter-in-law with a big yellow flower in her heart, and she is really not satisfied with Xia Mingzhen.

"Mother, everyone has settled down. Isn't it embarrassing to throw face at this time?" Sister He elbowed her and persuaded her in a low voice, "It's fine if Jin Sheng likes it. I think the health worker Xia is very good."

"You and your younger brother can vent your anger through the same nostrils." Mother He sighed helplessly, walked towards her home with a smile on her face.

"Mingzhen is here, let's sit in the main room. I just went to catch some sand clams and small fish, and I'm going to cook."

"Grandma He ~ Aunt He ~"

Seeing them approaching, Wenwen put down the things in her hands, and obediently stood up to say hello.

"Oh, Wenwen has grown so big~" Sister He put the bucket and net under the pressurized well, washed her hands and squatted in front of Wenwen, raised her head and smiled brightly at Xia Mingzhen who was a little embarrassed.

"I hadn't learned how to walk the last time I saw her. When I was a child, I was so cute. She is so well-raised and well-behaved! Come on, give it to my aunt~"

As she spoke, she gently pinched Wenwen's little face.

"Tch, it's not my dear~ what's so rare."

There was a lukewarm sarcasm from the main room.

The corners of Xia Mingzhen's mouth that had just been raised instantly collapsed, biting her lip and hesitating whether to take the child home.

(End of this chapter)