Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 623
After work, Yang Xiaotao took a look at the sky, then rode to the courtyard.

Along the way, pedestrians are in a hurry, and the gray earthen wall is dignified under the gloomy sky.

A group of children were playing around in the alley, hugging each other and wrestling from time to time, and some were squatting by the corner to watch the ants move, which was very novel.

Educational resources are insufficient in the city now, a large number of children are born, and fair education is advocated. When the educational resources are averaged out, everyone is the same, and there is no school district room like the later generations, so as long as they are of the right age, most of them will go to school.

In this way, if the classroom is not enough, the students can only be divided into two waves and study for half a day.

These children are representatives of going to school in the morning and free-range in the afternoon.

I thought to myself that if there are more children in the farm next year, they will have to work half-farm and half-study just like in the city.

Thinking in my heart, I kept walking.

I just got home and tidied up. The dark clouds in the sky have come down, the wind has started to stagnate, and between the sky and the earth, people who are bored can sweat.

A calm before the storm.

Intermediate Court
Jia Zhangshi was sitting at the door, fanning herself with a cattail fan, waiting for Qin Huairu.

Usually Qin Huairu came back early at this time, but now the whole family was waiting for the meal and the steamed buns they brought back, but there was no one there.

In the room, the stick was lying on the bed exhausted, crying out for hunger.

Ever since he was asked to work by the street office, the appetite of the stick has been like a bottomless pit, and he can eat more and more day by day.

Now a person eats a steamed bun and has to add two more steamed buns. On days without oil and water, he eats more.

"Grandma, why hasn't Mom come back?"

"very hungry!"

Sticky turned over, and Xiao Dang beside him was also clutching his stomach.

"Who knows where the dead wave went. It's almost raining, and I don't know that the family is still hungry."

Jia Zhang's stomach growled, and he spoke angrily.

"Is there food at home?"

"A few cold buns, eat them first if you're hungry!"

Jia Zhang pointed to the three steamed buns on the pot table, sticking his head and shaking his head, he wanted to wait to eat steamed buns.

Xiao Dang, however, walked over, took the two buns and ate them.

She knew that even if mom brought back the steamed buns, it wouldn't be her share.

In the past, I could share half of the food with my grandma, but when my brother couldn't get enough to eat, her portion gradually decreased.

In the end, there were only the poor couple.

In contrast, Granny's half never decreases.

what……

what……

On the bed, Xiaohuaihua burst into tears.

Mrs. Jia Zhang ran over to have a look. He was very hungry.

"Little bastard who loses money, why are you crying? I really owe you."

"Being a cow and a horse for this family, taking care of my mother-in-law, and delaying raising the eldest son, and now I have to take care of your little one. I will never have a comfortable day in my life!"

Mrs. Jia Zhang cursed, but she didn't care. Anyway, he was the only man in this family. Without him, who would take care of him?
forecourt
Xu Damao walked in cheerfully with a pig's intestines in his hand. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yan Fugui sitting on the threshold and sighing.

On the gray door frame, a thin old man sat there with a melancholy expression, no matter how he looked at it, he felt desolate.

Xu Damao rolled his eyes and moved closer to Yan Fugui.

"Uncle Yan, are you cooling off?"

"Da Mao! You're back!"

Yan Fugui agreed, after all, he was very satisfied with the title of Uncle Yan.

Seeing the pig's intestines in Xu Damao's hand, he added, "You are living a happy life!"

"Hey!"

Xu Damao sat aside, snorting coldly, I was forced by you all by myself.

"It's good to be alone, eat whatever you want, without the burden of raising a son, and have less worries."

Yan Fugui stopped talking, there was a lot of commotion in his family recently.

Yan Jiecheng and his wife stopped paying the money. After this relationship was opened up, the three children in the back followed suit. How can the old couple take care of themselves?
Seeing Yan Fugui's silence, Xu Damao took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed Yan Fugui one.

Yan Fugui stretched out his hand to refuse, how could he be in the mood to smoke, let alone Xu Damao's.

Now, smelling the smell around him, it would be good if he didn't chase him away.

But Xu Damao took out a match, lit it with a chirp, and sucked it in. After a while, half of the cigarette turned into soot.

"Xu Damao, if you have something to say, just say it, if you have nothing to do, go home and wash it off, don't bury people here."

"Hey, Uncle Yan, something really happened." Yan Fugui shook the ashes off, "I, this is a bad breath for your family."

"Evil? What evil? Our family has not suffered evil, stop talking nonsense."

Xu Damao chuckled, leaned up to Yan Fugui and whispered, "Today I..."

Following Xu Damao's narration, a smile appeared on Yan Fugui's face, and finally he laughed out loud.

"Da Mao, you have done a good job in this matter!"

"If this kind of thing is discovered, we must resolutely stop it and never tolerate it."

"Of course, we are the same, we are all jealous, and we can't rub the sand in our eyes."

Xu Damao got up, "Uncle Yan, it's going to rain, I'll be back first."

"it is good!"

Yan Fugui stood up to see him off, and when Xu Damao passed the Chuihua Gate, Yan Fugui spat out thick phlegm on the ground.

"Who is like you! Shameless guy!"

Turning around, "Baby mother, good news, good news!"

"Pooh!"

Xu Damao also spat on the wall, "I just use your money to piss you off."

Rumble

A deep thunder sounded, as if telling everyone that the rain was coming.

After a while, bean-like raindrops fell on the ground, and there were continuous popping sounds.

In the yard, the ripe tomatoes and cucumbers were all picked by Yang Xiaotao, and the remaining seedlings are now welcoming the gift of nature.

Papapa

Puff puff

The raindrops kept falling and soon became a thread, just like a loom, each silk thread fell upright, forming a forest of threads.

The sky and the earth were completely dark, and the lightning flashed out from time to time to illuminate the surroundings, like a playful child, going here and there without any rules.

The whole courtyard became silent in this thunderstorm.

Whether it's the gloating of Yan Fugui's family in the front yard, the cursing of Jia Zhang in the middle yard, or the pride of Xu Damao in the back yard.

All in this rain, washed clean.

"Rainy day, good sleep!"

Yang Xiaotao opened the window in front of the desk, and the exposed space was immediately filled with water, and the humidity in the room increased rapidly.

On the side, Wangcai wagged his tail, looking flattering.

In fact, Wangcai is really trying to please, because it hasn't eaten yet.

Yang Xiaotao didn't seem to know, he just stroked the dog's head, then picked up the pen and paper, thought for a while, and began to write.

Uncle Chen, aunt!

How have you been…

...

Jiajia
Stick was hungry and looking for something to eat. Looking at the last steamed bun in the bowl, he didn't think it was cold, so he picked it up and ate it.

"Grandma, is Mom back?"

Mrs. Jia Zhang was feeding Xiao Sophora with millet porridge, and he didn't bother to warm up the leftovers at noon, because it was very hot anyway, and it wasn't too cold.

Seeing that the stick had eaten the last of the buns, Jia Zhang stuffed his lips.

Immediately, his eyes were sharp, "Who knows where he died."

Looking at the stick, I still want to save Qin Huairu some face.

In her heart, Qin Huairu must be fooling around outside and forgot about home.

Anyway, she's on the ring, so what scruples does she have?
"Grandma, is there anything else to eat? I'm hungry!"

Stick ate a steamed bun, which would fill him up, and looked at Jia Zhang and begged.

Jia Zhang's stomach was also flustered with hunger, "Wait, I will make noodles for you later."

After finishing speaking, he put down the bowl and went to dig noodles in the noodle tank.

crunch
The noodle scoop rubbed harshly against the bottom of the vat, and Jiazhang gathered a scoop of flour with great effort, then looked at the noodle vat, and shook it a few more times.

It is only the beginning of August, and the next interview will be in the middle of the month, and there is still more than a week in between.

Now that the family has no face, how will they live in the future?
Now there is no Yi Zhonghai to send stick noodles to their family.

For the first time, Jia Zhang felt that being the head of the family was exhausting.

After a while, Mrs. Jia Zhang began to add water to knead the noodles, and Xiaodang, who was on the side, was watching there, waiting for Mrs. Jia Zhang's noodles.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the thunder had gone away, the rain began to slow down, and Linda, who was cheering, got up.

Yang Xiaotao put down his pen, looked at the three pages of letter paper in his hand, wrote his name at the end, then stuffed the letter paper into an envelope, and put a stamp on it.

Write the address, write the zip code, write the receiving address...

After everything was done, Yang Xiaotao felt hungry. At this time, Wangcai was already lying on the ground, sticking out his tongue weakly.

Yang Xiaotao got up, went to the kitchen to find some tomatoes, took out eggs, and found some packs of instant noodles from the space.

Make a fire, cook.

Wangcai suddenly raised his head.

In the Jia family, Jia Zhang looked at the sticky noodles and frowned.

"Grandma, are these noodles?"

The sticks looked different in thickness, and there were sticky noodles, which were completely different from the ones my mother made in my memory.

"What do you know, grandma makes dough."

"Much better than noodles."

Jia Zhang concealed her embarrassment, and complained in her heart that Qin Huairu didn't come back sooner. She hadn't used a knife for many years, but this time she was embarrassing.

"Hurry up and light the fire, let's eat noodles."

Jiazhang urged Banggen to light the fire, and Xiaodang took care of Xiaohuaihua.

The family is busy.

Not long after, Jiazhang's noodles were put into the pot, and then the pot was in chaos, and when it came out of the pot, it had already rotted into a pot of paste.

On the other side, Yang Xiaotao's tomato and egg noodles are also out of the pan.

Wangcai also got a large bowl beside him, as well as a piece of stewed chicken feet.

The stick is holding the "noodles", which feels like drinking flour porridge, without any taste.

Jia Zhang also took a sip, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to put salt.

At this time, I thought about adding salt, but found that the salt jar had already bottomed out, so I had to pick up soy sauce and add some soy sauce to a few bowls, which gave it some flavor.

Even so, Niang San was still drinking, and there was something in her stomach.

After eating the sticks, he went to the pot to shake the bottom of the pot, then took the last half of the bowl, and stood at the door to eat, while waiting for Qin Huairu to come back.

Standing at the door, he instinctively looked into the yard, then froze, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

When Jia Zhang saw it, he hurried over and slapped the butt twice, "You son of a bitch, it's a waste of food."

As he spoke, he lowered his head to pick up the bowl, and picked up the "noodles" into the bowl with chopsticks.

But the stick didn't respond at all, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

Jia Zhang frowned and quickly looked up.

patter
The bowl fell to the ground again, and the noodle soup was scattered all over the floor.

Not far from them, under the light, Wangcai was chewing on a chicken paw, and the exposed paw kept shaking.

In its dog bowl is a bowl of oily red noodles.

For a moment, the mother and father only felt that this day is not as good as a dog.

"Grandma, I'm so hungry. I want some chicken."

Jia Zhang did not say anything this time.

Pull the stick into the house, close the door, and go to sleep.

On the other side, Yang Xiaotao lay on the bed and fell asleep.

After the rain, the air is cool and it's time to sleep.

However, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

As soon as Yang Xiaotao fell asleep, he heard a knock on the door, accompanied by Wangcai's cry.

Yang Xiaotao got up quickly, and when he opened the door, he saw Zhou Kui looking anxious.

"Brother Tao, I want to give birth!"

Zhou Kui roared out anxiously, speaking three minutes faster than usual.

Yang Xiaotao immediately understood that Liu Yuhua was going to give birth.

"Auntie is here?"

Zhou Kui shook his head.

"Don't worry, you go to Wang Dashan's house first. Let her take care of it."

"I'll pick up my aunt by bike, don't worry!"

Zhou Kui nodded, and ran to knock on the door of Wang Dashan's house.

After a while, Yang Xiaotao came out with a bunch of things, including candies, wafers, and chocolates, which were the same as what Ran Qiuye prepared during delivery.

At this time, Wang Dashan's family had already arrived, and there were still people in the courtyard who heard the news and got up to help, those who boiled water, those who covered them.

Yang Xiaotao didn't dare to neglect, and hurried out on his bicycle.

(End of this chapter)