Dad's Pastoral Life

Chapter 167 Whistle

On the mountain in autumn, all kinds of fruit trees are ripe.

Even the sour autumn apricots that no one eats are covered with branches at this time.

Cheng He and his children rode bicycles leisurely on the small road behind the village.

The autumn sun is warm and soft on the body, unlike summer, which makes people peel off the sun.At this time, riding a bicycle is the most suitable.

Step on it lightly, without pursuing speed, and the beautiful scenery in front of you slowly changes, which is really indescribably pleasant.

At this time, people don't have to think about anything, let their minds empty, and enjoy this slow leisurely.

The breeze blew gently beside her ears, blowing up the corners of her clothes and blowing Cheng Xinxin's hair up.

The sky is blue, the wind is high and the clouds are light, the water is clear and secluded, and the reeds are flying.On the small road, leaves fell from time to time, and the ground was covered with a layer of yellow leaves. The wheels of the bicycle rolled over, making a soft rustling sound.

The big yellow dog followed behind, and the melon seeds stepped on the yellow leaves, making a rustling sound.

Cheng He remembered that Tao Yuanming had written many autumn poems. If he saw the scene here, he might have to write another poem, right?
Cheng Xinxin sat on her children's seat, quietly raised her head, and said in a childish voice, "Daddy sing!"

Dad used to sing when he walked like this before.So now, she still wants to hear it.

Cheng He was in a good mood and said, "Okay."

There is only this little fan.

It is estimated that when she grows up, she will not be so fond of listening.Melancholy!

Sing it to her again while she is not so demanding.

"A bamboo raft floats over, the green water is clear and the waves are rippling, the white clouds in the sky are leisurely, the green hills are green and floating, the smoke from cooking is curling up in the mist village, the rice is fragrant all over the field, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers are blooming in front of the door, who's sister-in-law How affectionate..."

Cheng He sang a leisurely folk song with a rough voice, which felt quite refreshing.

There is really nothing to worry about right now. The village will be repaired, at least until after the Chinese New Year.Sowing Suran is also a year later.

Not to mention his family, other people's farms, after harvesting rice, if they don't grow rapeseed, basically there is nothing to do in the farmland.

After winter, the farmland is not too busy, and basically only cooking, pickling and so on are left.

But this year, they can continue to do bamboo weaving and continue to make some money.

It is estimated that this year will be a good year.

When they came to a field of wild fruit trees ahead, Cheng He stopped the car and took his daughter down.

Some wild fruits are inedible, or not tasty, only the birds who don't dislike them visit them.Cheng He wanted to find some pomegranates, or other delicious fruits.

Cheng Xinxin hugged the little wild goose and followed excitedly.

The pomegranate tree does not grow very high, especially after it is full of fruits, the branches are bent and can be easily picked up.

I picked a few of the biggest and reddest ones, picked them off, and put them in bamboo baskets.

Pomegranates have skins, which can be eaten without washing. When peeled off, the pink flesh inside is as beautiful as crystal.Cheng He helped his daughter peel one and let her eat it slowly.

The little girl likes to eat this kind of small grains very much. She picks them out one by one and eats them very vigorously.

She gave herself one, one for the little wild goose, one for herself, one for the little wild goose...

The little wild goose yelled "chirp" after eating, and the big yellow dog not far away complained endlessly.

Mo Mo picked a few fruits, it was almost noon, and he was on his way back.

On the way back, when I passed a third uncle's house in the village, I was stopped again: "Heizi, come, take two sugarcane back to eat. It's very sweet."

Cheng He just came back, and there was nothing planted in the field in the first year, so if anyone had anything in the field, he would share some with him.

The things that grow in the fields are good, but they cannot be sold for money.And worry about sales, worry about transportation, and worry about price.

There are not many fields per capita here, and they are not the kind of large-scale contractors. The amount is not large, and the roads are not good. No big customers come into the village to collect.

Therefore, most of the things grown are eaten by themselves.

"Okay, thank you third uncle." Cheng He agreed.

"It's worth thanking! This is not something valuable."

Cheng He chuckled.

It is worthless if it is worthless, but if the villagers plant it green and only use organic fertilizers to grow it, it is a good thing.

Just as Cheng He parked the car, he had already chopped two or three sugar canes, the purple-red ones, very thick, and seemed to be full of water.

Cheng Xinxin opened her eyes wide and said, "Wow, what a thick sugarcane."

As he spoke, his saliva was about to flow out.

On the way back, the little girl asked again: "Father, can Jiujiu eat sugar cane?"

Cheng He said: "It has no teeth, so it can't bite. When I go back, my father will cut it into small pieces, and it will be able to eat."

The little girl nodded.

In the distant fields, people have already started harvesting rice.

After the golden rice stalks were cut off, piles were left on the ground.

Cheng He suddenly remembered that Cheng Shi's family seemed to have planted water chestnuts, and they could dig them up and eat them after harvesting the rice.

Going to do some more of this in the afternoon.

Water chestnuts are sometimes called horseshoes, or black taro, which taste very sweet and can help digestion.When I was young, I liked to go to other people's fields to dig this and eat it.

He excitedly said to his daughter: "Honey, let's come out again later, dig water chestnuts and eat them, okay?"

I don't know what it is yet, but upon hearing the food, the little girl immediately nodded and said, "Okay."

When I got back, it was time to prepare lunch.

The pheasant brought by Uncle Cheng in the morning can be eaten with stewed mushrooms.

Thinking of Uncle Cheng and his son-in-law, I feel really sorry for him.Such a good daughter, she has such a son-in-law.

It's kind of funny to think about it.The Koreans originally wanted to deceive Taohua Village's bamboo weaving skills, but they had to deal with such a scoundrel.

I don't know how he made friends with Koreans.

I'm afraid those Koreans don't know it until now, they learned the technology from a half-baked water.

That Zhang Jinfa has been a rascal for a long time, and he really has some skills.He can actually make Koreans believe him!
Thinking of this, Cheng He was in a good mood. When he plucked the pheasant, he couldn't help but whistle.

Cheng Xinxin saw him pursing his lips while singing, and stared closely at his mouth out of curiosity.

But after looking for a long time, I didn't see anything.

So she asked, "Dad, what's in your mouth?"

Cheng He didn't know what she was asking, so he asked blankly: "It's nothing."

He opened his mouth and said, "Look, there is nothing."

It used to be the same, as long as I saw his mouth moving, I would ask him: "Dad, what are you eating?"

Then he opened his mouth to show that there was nothing in his mouth.But the little guy still refused to believe it, and even put his hand into his mouth to find out.

Cheng Xinxin had a thoughtful expression on her face, her father was clearly blowing the bell just now.

Cheng He looked at his daughter, thought about it, and probably understood what she meant. She was asking about the whistle, not about the food.

He pursed his lips again and said, "Baby, look, that's how Daddy blows. Curl your tongue like this..."

With a slight blow, the whistle sounded, and a song was played.

"The sky is full of small stars, twinkling and twinkling, hanging in the sky to shine brightly, like many small eyes..."

When Cheng Xinxin listened, she thought it was amazing, and couldn't help giggling.

After the pheasant is plucked, the internal organs are cut off, cut into pieces, and then soaked in water in a pot to remove the fishy smell.

Stewed pheasant with mushrooms is a good dish.Pheasants are smaller than domesticated chickens, but because they have the ability to fly, exercise a lot, and find all kinds of bugs to eat every day, their nutrition is better than that of domesticated chickens.

Today, in addition to eating a pheasant stewed mushrooms, there is also a fresh dish, cold black tomatoes.

It was the vegetables grown by Cheng He himself, and it was also his first harvest and first taste.

Special vegetables grown in pure green, I don't know how they taste.

When cooking, the pheasant was simmering in the pot, and the aroma of chicken and mushrooms came out from time to time.

Cheng Xinxin continued to deal with the pomegranate outside, smelled the aroma, couldn't help taking a deep breath, swallowed, and said loudly, "Dad, it smells so good!"

"Yes, it smells so good. I can smell it outside." A woman's voice came from outside the yard.

Then a woman came in smiling.

Cheng Xinxin stretched her head to look, and felt that this woman looked familiar.

Cheng He heard the voice, came out, and asked in surprise, "Miss Jiang, what brought you here?"

It was Jiang Qian's granddaughter, Jiang Yutong, who had lived in Taohua Village for a while.

She looked at the brand new small yard and said with emotion: "I haven't seen you for a few months, and your house is so beautifully built?"

Seeing that Cheng Xinxin seemed to have forgotten herself, she smiled and said, "Little guy, have you forgotten me so soon?"

Cheng Xinxin shook her head.

She did forget.When Jiang Yutong came to Taohua Village before, he only came to see Cheng He occasionally and had a few meals.

To her, it's not an important thing, how can a child remember it for so long.

Cheng He hurried forward and told his daughter, "Baby, this is sister **. Have you forgotten who came to our house before? Your Mickey card was given to you by sister **..."

"Oh, I remembered!" Cheng Xinxin nodded.

Jiang Yutong took out a few candies from his bag and said, "Come on, I'll give you these."

Cheng Xinxin's eyes lit up when she saw the colorful candies. She turned to look at her father and saw that he had no objection. Then she caught the candies and said obediently, "Thank you, sister."

Jiang Yutong smiled at her and said, "You're welcome, the longer you grow, the more beautiful you will be."

These words simply poked the heart of the little girl.

What she likes most is when others praise her for being beautiful and clever!And this kind of liking, she will show it on the face.

The little girl smiled half shyly and half joyfully, then lowered her head to deal with Tangtang.The pomegranates just peeled off were all thrown to the little wild goose.

Jiang Yutong said to Cheng He: "Where's the peach wine? I'm still thinking about it, is it alright?"

Cheng He said with a smile: "Okay, you can drink it. You don't really come here for the peach wine, do you?"

Peach wine has been brewed since summer, and it is ready to drink now.When the brewing was ready, Jiang Yutong said that he would definitely come to Taohua Village again.

I didn't expect it to come.

After not seeing each other for several months, he did not feel alienated from Jiang Yutong.

In fact, he always remembered that Jiang Yutong could be said to be the nobleman of Taohua Village.

Jiang Yutong didn't regard himself as an outsider, he casually looked at the yard and said, "I'm running errands for my grandpa, so I came to your house to taste wine. I haven't seen you in a few months, and the courtyard has really changed a lot. It's so beautiful here. Already!"

She praised again and again.

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