Song Yuanhuanzhi

On the seventh day of July, Qixi Festival begs for cleverness.

It was already very lively outside the alley early in the morning.

Song Huan tossed and turned on the bed, closed his eyes, and let out a deep breath.

Open your eyes, with tears in the corners of your eyes.

On the face, he looked hopeless.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a small replica of Song Huan stretched out Erkang's hand, her laziness...

Song Huan got up and sat down directly at the dining table in the middle hall.

Fu Yuanzhi just came in, holding white porridge in his hand.

"Are you awake?" Fu Yuanzhi put down the porridge and said.

Song Huan covered her mouth with her hand and yawned, physical tears welled up in her eyes, her vision instantly blurred, and she blinked twice before her vision became clear.

Song Huan pointed to the direction outside, "It's so noisy, it's no wonder I can still sleep."

Fu Yuan smiled, "Once a year, it's no wonder it's so lively."

Song Huan rested her chin on her hand, sleepy, "Yes, it's a lifelong matter, don't take it lightly."

Adi put down his book and came out of the room, took a spoon to scoop up the porridge, and gave advice to his elder sister, "Sister, you can just plug your ears."

Song Huan rolled his eyes at Brother, "It's uncomfortable, would you like it?"

Brother put the porridge in front of Song Huan, and said, "No, I'm just looking at you sleepy, sister!"

Song Huan stirred the porridge with a spoon to dissipate heat, sighed, "There's nothing I can do if I'm sleepy."

Adi filled another bowl for Fu Yuanzhi, and finally filled it for himself before sitting down.

Song Huan felt that his mind was almost awake, so he got up and went to wash up.

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

Song Huan was washing his face when Fu Yuanzhi brought him in.

Song Huan looked at the messy young master Wang, feeling sorry for each other.

At the beginning, she also came here like this.

Wang Dayu looked like the rest of his life after the catastrophe, "It's too scary, I just want to come out and play for a while, who knew it would be like this."

Fucheng is not so exaggerated.

The family members of those girls' families outside are not easy to provoke, and those people contributed to his appearance.

There was an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks for the morning meal, and there was no rule of not talking about eating at the Song family's dining table. Wang Dayu adapted well, and he talked about hunting, and then everyone decided to go hunting together in the mountains today.

It's so noisy outside, brother can't read books, why don't you take this opportunity to go out and relax.

In this way, everyone hit it off.

The four of them picked up the tools and set off, locked the door lock, and watched the crowded alley, everyone found a gap and got out of the street.

After entering the mountain, Wang Dayu asked this and that in a fuss all the way.

"what is this?"

"Is this dish actually edible?"

"This stinks, what's it called?"

"It's not difficult for you to trap!"

As he said that, Mr. Wang rolled up his sleeves and clamored to make one himself.

Song Huan, Fu Yuanzhi, and Adi surrounded Wang Dayu, watching him do the most basic four-character trap.

Song Huan got tired of standing and went directly to pick up three stones, sitting next to each other. Song Huan and Adi rested their chins and watched Wang Dayu's operations seriously.

Song Huan and Adi would give pointers from time to time, Song Huan would give advice on real skills, and Adi would give advice with his words.

Fu Yuanzhi was caught in the middle, "..."

Wang Dayu's enthusiasm didn't last long. After a quarter of an hour, seeing that his trigger lever didn't work at all, he dropped the stick and patted the dust on his hands, "Go, look elsewhere!"

Song Huan and Ah Di looked at each other, both sighed and shook their heads.

It's a pity, it's still a little bit close.

Fu Yuanzhi, "..."

When he came to the river, Wang Dayu had sharp eyes. When he saw the vines tied to the tree, he pointed and asked, "Is the other end just a fish basket?"

Brother replied, "Yes!"

Wang Dayu rolled up his sleeves again, stuffed the clothes around his waist, and said in a full tone, "I'll go and pull them up!"

Song Huan threw the wild celery in Fu Yuanzhi's basket.

Wild celery, also called water celery, grows near water.

My younger brother looked at his elder brother, then at Wang Dayu, and finally at his elder sister, his words finally turned into a long sigh.

Wang Dayu steadied his body and stood up, put his hands on the rope, and a huge force pulled him out from his hands.

Wang Dayu almost slipped and fell backwards.

Brother immediately closed his eyes, thinking that Wang Dayu would not fall down.

Wang Dayu tremblingly stabilized his body, rolled up his sleeves again, and said firmly, "It's all these sleeves that affect my performance!"

Fu Yuanzhi, "..."

Song Huan couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, not daring to laugh out loud.

Why is this man so funny!
Wang Dayu grabbed the rope with both hands, his whole body was like a tug-of-war, his legs were straightened, his buttocks were forced to sit down, and the fish basket was indeed pulled out by him.

But it was difficult for him to bring it up.

Bamboo swells in water and naturally becomes heavier.

In order not to disappoint him, Song Huan lifted it up for him, "You can take out the inner cage and see if there are any fish in it."

Wang Dayu was still in the shock of Song Huan's strength like a cow, and was distracted by Song Huan's words, and he responded with "Oooooo", and kept moving his hands, obediently taking out the inner cage.

"Hey, there are fish! There are quite a few big ones!" Wang Dayu exclaimed in surprise.

"Hurry up, Brother Yuan, come and see!"

Fu Yuanzhi was named, and he brought his younger brother forward. A few fish in the outer cage were wriggling their bodies, trying to get out but couldn't find the source.

Wang Dayu stretched out his hand to grab it out, but his hands were sticky and not slippery. After several times of grabbing, he took it out with both hands, "Hey! It's so fat! Eat it tonight!"

As Wang Dayu spoke, he swung the fish around in front of Fu Yuanzhi and the three of them, as if showing off or shrugging.

The excitement on his face increased rather than diminished.

If he is compared to some kind of small animal at this time, then his tail has been raised behind him, and he can spin himself to take off like a propeller.

Put it into the bamboo basket contentedly, and then put the remaining pieces, large and small, into the bamboo basket.

The joy of harvesting makes the adrenaline soar.

Wang Dayu gradually experienced the joy of various harvests. Digging wild vegetables and picking cold rice balls made him excited all day long.

Of course, no matter how excited you were before, you will feel as depressed on the return journey.

Wang Dayu has grown up to this age, except for climbing the Chongyang Festival and climbing the mountain to burn incense, other times are really not like today.

At the beginning, I was excited and strange, but after that, the freshness disappeared, and I looked tired and unmotivated.

Feeling exhausted.

In the end, Fu Yuanzhi and Adi sent Wang Dayu to the shop, and asked the shop assistants to take Wang Gongzi back to the mansion, and also left the fish he was going to eat tonight.

When the three of Song Huan returned home, the girls in the alley had put away their stalls and were ready for the next step.

That is, "worship Seventh Sister" at night.

The women and girls set up melon and fruit incense candles in their own yards, and worship and pray to Vega devoutly.

The content of the request is nothing more than that Zhinu helps them improve their embroidery and sewing skills and helps them find a husband who is like him.

Moreover, they eat melons and fruits all day long, so it can be said that they do not touch the fireworks of the world.

Song Huan hasn't participated in such activities for so many years since she came here. Except for Qingming, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and New Year's Eve, which are necessary to sweep graves, worship ancestors, and worship shrines, she basically doesn't cause trouble for herself.

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