Raise your wife to be the richest man

Chapter 166 The Diary of Tang Poetry
At dusk, Song Ci could still see the appearance of the house of the Tang poets. The side is a stilted building, and the sound of pigs' feet can be heard.

Climbing up the stairs, you arrive at the yard. There is a small staircase next to it, leading directly to the stilted building. The door has already been turned on. The light of the energy-saving lamp illuminates the whole yard brightly, and the firewood piled next to it can be seen clearly.

You can still hear the sound of the wind blowing the crops, and you can also hear the chirping of insects and birds. Song Ci feels that it is a special kind of tranquility, which does not come from the ears, but from the heart.

There is a very comfortable feeling, perhaps because of the high oxygen content, perhaps because of the yearning for the countryside, or perhaps because this is the place where Tang poetry was born and raised.

Tang Feng yelled when he was still down the steps. When Song Ci arrived in the yard, the mother-in-law, whom he had never met, was standing on the steps of the yard.

"Aunt~!" Song Ci called out first.

He had seen Tang Shi's mother in the video, compared to only seeing part of it, now a complete person standing in front of him still felt different.

Wearing blue and white long sleeves, a pair of floral trousers, with her hair coiled up and wearing an apron, she looks very capable and virtuous.

Song Ci seemed to have seen Tang poetry from the past, and she also liked this kind of dress.

"Come here, sit at Xiao Song's house, Yao'er, pour some tea for brother, girl, take the suitcase to the room." She was a little shy, and ordered Tang Shi and Tang Feng with a bit of embarrassment.

Song Ci, the son-in-law, was not so restrained, and entered the room with her with a smile.

Song Ci, who came here for the first time, saw everything fresh, the awards on the wall, those old photos in large photo frames, as well as the stove and stove, water head and water tank.

The ground was leveled with dirt, the benches were long, and there were various small pockets hanging on the wall, colorful ones, including orange peels on the chimney pipe of the stove.

"Sit down, let's eat right away, are you tired from walking?" In the end, it wasn't Tang Feng who poured water for him, but the mother-in-law poured water, and when she handed him the tea mug, she added: "The mug is for washing. passed."

The house is clean and tidy. On the plate on the stove, there are fruits that Song Ci doesn't know. The yard is also clean and tidy. She should have taken care of all these.

Even if the conditions are limited, it is clean, just like her education of Tang poetry, clean.

It was inappropriate to say anything, Song Ci drank a few mouthfuls of tea with the tea mug.

His brows were all wrinkled together, he didn't expect to cry like this.

"This is old white tea. It's bitter. It's good for relieving heat and fatigue. Just drink some water to wash it off." She took a ladle and scooped some mountain spring water for Song Ci from the water tank.

Can't help but smile, Song Ci didn't dislike anything, just very curious, look here and there.

"Thank you, auntie." Song Ci put the ladle back to its original position, and looked at the raccoon cat in the corner of the stove, the lazy kitten, still dozing off, and the cauldron next to it had been covered with a lid.

"Auntie, I'll watch the fire for you." Song Ci volunteered to go to the stove.

"You know how to light a fire?"

Song Ci shook his head: "I haven't burned it, but I can learn it."

Tang Shi's mother: "."

It’s normal for those who come from the city to not know these things. They don’t have an earthen stove in the establishment, and they are pampered. After walking so far, they are not too tired to go to sleep, but they are in good shape.

She cut the tofu, put down the shovel, and sat next to Song Ci: "This kind of stove needs to be heated to prosper, so it's piled up like this."

Holding the tongs, he took out a few golden potatoes from the nearby fire pit, and handed them to Song Ci: "New potatoes, I dug them today, let's see if I get used to them."

There was a special aroma, Song Ci took it in his hand and blew on it, then broke off a piece and ate it.

"It's delicious!" Song Ci was a little surprised.

He has never eaten this way of eating, and there is no such a fire pit full of plant ash at home. Grandpa has a stove, and he is not allowed to use firewood. If he finds smoke, he has to be reported.

Song Ci looked like he had never seen the world, which made her smile even more happily.

I always think about something that he has never eaten or seen, and let him know that there are actually things in the countryside that are not available in the city. This is just a small psychology.

"I pushed it myself." Seeing Song Ci looking at the tofu block, she explained.

Do you mean doing it yourself?

The intention was so kind, Song Ci felt a little bit sorry for coming here once and causing her such trouble, cleaning and cooking, and the potatoes were all newly dug.

Looking at the plates turned upside down by earthen bowls on the stove, there are five or six dishes. I have made so much food, and I am full of heart.

"Auntie, it's fine. If you have too much, you can't finish it. Just enough." Song Ci looked at the wild mushrooms next to him. The cleaned wild mushrooms were waiting to be put into the pot.

Tofu Wild Mushroom Soup.

"Just make this soup and eat right away."

"Then I'll get the bowls and chopsticks." Song Ci looked at the cupboard, took the bowls and chopsticks, and took the chopsticks from the chopstick cage.

Tang Shi and Tang Feng entered the room after he put the dishes and chopsticks away. They put away their things just now, and there was a delay in cleaning up the room. When they entered the room, they saw Song Ci standing next to their mother.

Song Cizheng was holding the fungus, and curiously asked what the fungus was.

Tang Shi's mother, who didn't dislike him for being troublesome, answered his questions while cooking.

In Song Ci's other hand, he was still holding a lot of black raspberries. These large raspberries are delicious, but picking them is very troublesome.

One after another, Song Ci ate it, feeling that this kind of fruit was so delicious, and he didn't know where to buy it, so he wanted to buy some to eat at home.

He didn't even know what the fruit was called.

He didn't ask, and Tang Shi's mother didn't say anything. Seeing that he likes to eat, she planned to pick some later.

"Where did you get Mengmeng?" Tang Shi took one.

"I don't know. Auntie gave it to me. There's still half a plate over there. I've eaten a lot." Song Ci replied, "Is this called Mengmeng?"

Tang Shi gave him a supercilious look.

After putting all the dishes on the stove, I started to take out the unburned firewood in the stove.

She was extremely proficient, and Song Ci was amazed. When she got home, she seemed to be able to seamlessly connect immediately. She knew exactly what to do.

Holding the black lacquered iron pot, Tang Shi put it aside, opened the lid and started serving rice, and Tang Shi's mother made the last soup.

Song Ci was not used to being a guest, but he couldn't find anything to help, so he had to sit and wait for dinner.

"I must be hungry, let's eat first, Shishi will heat the hot water, and soak my feet later so I can sleep better."

Tang Shi was already fetching water, and put another pot into the fire pit before returning to the dining table, swiftly and simply.

"Eat." Tang Shi looked at him.

Song Ci nodded.

Stir-fried bacon with folded ears, steamed sausages, fried potato chips, fried chicken, cured pork ribs, cold pig ears, steamed egg custard, and a mushroom soup.

Can't finish it, can't finish it at all.

Really fragrant!

I don't know why, it's very oily and there are so many peppers, but it's delicious.

Song Ci ate three bowls of rice in one go before he felt he couldn't take it anymore. He also ate two baked potatoes just now. He hasn't eaten so much in a long time.

After dinner, he was about to help clean up, but his mother-in-law didn't let him.

"Why do boys do this? This is for girls."

Song Ci understood why Tang Shi didn't let him into the kitchen. It's not surprising that Tang Shi had that kind of character before.

Not allowed to do anything, Song Ci had no choice but to go to the yard, listen to the frogs and cicadas, and enjoy the different nights in the countryside.

Looking through the probe, you can still see the starlight in the sky, which is the starlight that cannot be seen in the city, just like the whole Milky Way, it feels like a long time away from me.

Holding the mobile phone, Song Ci took a photo. The next time I see this kind of starlight, I don't know when it will be.

Standing on the edge of the yard, you can still see the lights of other people's houses. Behind you, there are rolling mountains and forests. The village in this kind of mountain is so special.

In the distance, there was the sound of knocking on bamboo tubes.

"That's scaring wild boars. In this season, wild boars tend to go down the mountain to eat potatoes." Tang Shi explained to him.

"Why did you come out?" Song Ci asked with some doubts.

Handing the raspberries to Song Ci, Tang Shi sprayed him with toilet water.

"Mom is afraid that you will be bored by yourself, so I asked my younger brother to help me out to accompany you." Tang Shi ate a raspberry: "She picked it herself, and it was usually picked by the children. We especially liked to eat this when we were young." .”

Raspberry, schisandra, August melon, wild grape, lychee, chestnut, and pea, these things have run through her entire childhood. When talking about these things, Tang Shi's eyes shine.

She knows and is familiar with every mountain here.

"Every time I come back, I don't want to go out again." Tang Shi looked at the mountains with only outlines under the night sky: "But it's impossible not to go out."

The hometown cannot accommodate the body, and the outside cannot accommodate the soul.

Those helpless people turned into sighs in the end, and it is even more so now, there are people who are reluctant here, and there are people who are reluctant outside.

"In the future, when I get old, I will come back to provide for the elderly, raise some pigs, raise some cattle and sheep, then raise some chickens and ducks, grow some vegetables, drink tea every day, bask in the sun, watch the stars at night, and herd cattle and sheep during the day." Song Song Said the words.

Tang Shi chuckled.

Here, it will belong to my younger brother in the future, not hers, and I have to come back to buy a house for the elderly.

"My mother said that I am planning to build a road, and I don't know if it will work out in the end. If the road is repaired, it will be convenient to come back." Tang Shi looked forward to it.

Song Ci silently wrote down the news.

This place is indeed a good place. It would be nice to build a house here, come back and live there for a period of time every year, and take the children to do farm work.

In short, there is their grandma here, which is like half a family, which is different from other places.

"After it's repaired, you can drive back from the airport directly, which saves a few hours of mountain roads." Song Ci still had a fresh memory of this several-hour road.

I have never walked such a long road in my life. It is like hiking, climbing mountains and ridges. Many roads are opened on cliffs. Walking is frightening.

This place lacks nothing but a road.

"It is good to have a road, and it is convenient for the elderly to see a doctor. Many times, the elderly have to be carried out when they are sick." Tang Shi has seen this scene. One person is seriously ill, and the whole village helps.

If it wasn't for the fact that she doesn't have so much money now, she would like to invest in a road, and it would be great if it can be repaired halfway!

At least half of the road is less, or half of the road is not so difficult to walk.

Sitting in the small yard, the two were chatting about Tang Shi's hometown. At the door, Tang Shi's mother quietly looked at them, and went back to the house to work without disturbing them.

Tang Feng silently added water to the boiling pot, took out a test paper and started to do it.

Before he knew it, Song Ci yawned, and Tang Shi realized that it was getting late: "Go wash your feet and go to bed, I'll find you shoes."

Taking a bath is not as convenient as at home, and Song Ci didn't mention it. After soaking his feet in hot water, Tang Shi took him up to the stilted building. The rooms are all upstairs, Tang Shi has one for herself, Tang Feng has one, and Tang Shi's mother has one. .

"You can sleep in my room at night, and I can sleep with mom." Tang Shi took him into the room, lit another mosquito coil and put it in the corner.

A wooden bed, a large wardrobe, and a desk. There are two wooden boxes next to the wardrobe. The windows are square, separated by wooden strips. When the majesty blows in, it is very cool.

This place is not hot, but has a very comfortable temperature. When this kind of natural wind blows in, it is very comfortable.

Looking at the bed sheet and quilt cover many years ago, there were two big mandarin ducks on it. Song Ci had seen this kind of quilt cover at grandma's house many years ago.

Sitting on the bed made of straw, Song Ci looked at Tang Shi: "Then I'll go to bed first, I'm really a little tired, you and auntie should also go to bed earlier, she must have been busy enough these days."

Tang Shi nodded and took a sip before bringing it to the door.

Lying on the bed, Song Ci yawned, and turned around to look at those old photo stickers of Tang Shi. At that time, Tang Shi looked very young, with long hair and no makeup, and a tactful smile.

It's a pity that I didn't meet her when she was young. Thinking about it, the Tang poetry at that time must be beautiful and cute.

On the wall, in addition to photo stickers, there are many awards. Song Ci’s family does not have these things. His grades have always been the kind that are at the bottom of the list in Xueba. .

Passing the score line has always been his strong point, and the same is true for hard work, so he gave up hard work.

Looking at the books on the bookcase, Song Ci sat down curiously, took out a textbook she used in junior high school, and looked at the neat and orderly writing, Song Ci was a little ashamed.

Those well-formed words, those practice questions that did not leave a space, all tell how hard Tang Shi worked at the beginning.

Song Ci put the book away, looked at the small notebook next to him, and took it out curiously to have a look.

This is Tang Shi's diary.

A thick notebook, full of recorded text.

[2014, March 3st, sunny]

[Today when I was teaching my younger brother, he kept refusing to return and was beaten up by me. Then, my mother beat me up, and I felt a little wronged. 】

Song Ci couldn't help but laugh.

【August 2016, 8, heavy rain】

[Going to high school, happy, I must get the top three in age, come on! 】

Seeing this, Song Ci could still think of the way she encouraged him.

[April 2019, 8, sunny]

[Think about it, I don't want to go to school anymore, my family can't afford two children, I don't want my mother to be so tired, I want to work part-time. 】

Song Ci sighed slightly.

To put it simply, it's like two different roads. Tang Shi chose the one that she thought was right but not easy to take.

Later, there were very few, only some simple words, Song Ci thought, she probably didn't have time to write a diary at that time.

Busy making money and surviving, she may be very tired, she may have suffered a lot of grievances, no one can talk to her, she can only digest and face it silently.

At that time, Song Ci didn't know her either, and Song Ci was still in college at that time.

A diary has witnessed Tang Shi's full journey from an excellent student to society. She probably also regrets it, although she never said that not going to college should be one of the regrets in her life.

Song Ci silently put the diary away, touched Tang Shi's photo sticker, the smiling Tang Shi was so shining, completely different from the first time Song Ci saw her.

I remember, the first time I saw her, Tang Shi was carrying flower mud and pockets, and her eyes were dim.

Lying on the bed, Song Ci looked at the roof and listened to the crowing of the frogs. He couldn't participate in Tang Shi's past. He could only promise that in the future, she would not make it difficult for her again.

Lying in the quilt, the warmth of the sun seems to remain in the quilt, and it is very comfortable to fall asleep.

Song Ci fell asleep without knowing it.

At night, Song Ci had a strange dream, an uncle whose face he couldn't see clearly, pulled him to sit in the yard that he seemed to have known before, patted his shoulder and talked to him.

"You boy, you have to take good care of my daughter."

As soon as he heard this sentence clearly, he took Song Ci to work, planting potatoes, corn, and rice. He also taught him to cut rice and lead oxen to plow the field.

"Remember, if you bully her, be careful."

With a wave of his hand, Song Ci felt as if he had been electrocuted, and woke up when he opened his eyes.

Looking at the light outside the window, Song Ci pinched himself, and then got up with a chill on his back. He always felt very mysterious, it was obviously a dream, but it was so real.

After going downstairs, Song Ci saw Tang Shi feeding the chicken.

"Are you up? Breakfast will be ready soon." Tang Shi smiled and said to him.

Song Ci wanted to talk to her, but he didn't know how to say it, so he nodded, took the millet, and fed the chickens with her, and then returned to the living room, where the mother-in-law was still busy, rubbing glutinous rice balls and making glutinous rice balls.

The glutinous rice balls made by this kind of glutinous rice ball powder are not round, they are strips and thrown into the pot one by one to cook, and each one is flat.

Song Ci sat silently by the fire pit, looking at the old photo in the photo album, it was a photo of Tang Shi's mother and her father together, the young man in the photo had an exceptionally gentle smile.

Dressed in blue cloth, he looked very familiar, Song Ci pinched himself, wondering if he had a lot of brain power?
"Today I will take you up the mountain to pick up fungi." Tang Shi was elated.

Song Ci agreed: "Okay, I haven't picked mushrooms yet, I just went to experience it."

Turning his eyes away from the photo, Song Ci only felt that there were some things that his father said, he had to believe them, and he couldn't believe them too much. He had to make his own judgment.

In that moment, I suddenly understood the truth of this statement.

(End of this chapter)