The happy life of peasant woman Wan Xiaoliu

Chapter 21
After a few rounds, it had calmed down, Wan Mofei opened his eyes and saw a pair of black eyes staring at him.His eyes flickered, and he calmed down.

"Just now there was green smoke coming out from the top of your hair, did you know that?" Wan Xiaoliu and Wan Mofei looked at each other.

Wan Mofei looked at Wan Xiaoliu's big blinking eyes, lowered his eyelids and nodded gently.

"You know martial arts?" Wan Xiaoliu rolled his eyes and asked again.

Wan Mofei glanced at Wan Xiaoliu and nodded again.

"Then you can fly? It's like flying around in the sky? You can fly from one tree to another tree, and you can fly down and up from a very high place without getting hurt." Wan Xiaoliu stretched out his hand and grabbed Wan Mofei. sleeve asked.

"En." Wan Mofei finally made a sound.

"Wow, that's great." Wan Xiaoliu sat down on Wan Mofei's bed and looked at him squarely, "Teach me martial arts, and I'll take you as my teacher, okay?"

Wan Xiaoliu was so happy: "I will take care of your food, clothing and housing until you want to leave. How about it?"

Wan Mofei looked at Wan Xiaoliu with deep eyes.

"Are you okay? You teach me martial arts, I'll work hard to learn." Wan Xiaoliu is looking forward to it. Seeing those people flying over walls on TV, if he can learn martial arts, he will be a martial arts genius when he returns to the 21st century. Shaolin Temple A real guy can't beat himself in battle.Wan Xiaoliu was overjoyed in his heart, was he still afraid that he would not be famous and have no money?Do you still need to think about the college entrance examination?All to him.

Wan Mofei looked at Wan Xiaoliu's radiant eyes and the dangling hand that was pulling his arm, but still looked at her calmly and didn't speak.

"Just say something, okay? Or you can put forward any conditions, as long as I can agree, I will agree." Wan Xiaoliu spent a lot of money, so he learned well before talking.

"Okay." Wan Mofei replied, looking at Wan Xiaoliu with a smile in his bottomless eyes.

"Yeah, that's great." Wan Xiaoliu lay on the bed happily and danced.

"When will it start? What should I prepare for?"

Wan Xiaoliu wondered if he had to prepare something for this.

Wan Mofei, who cherishes words like gold, shook his head and said, "No, in two days."

"Okay, ah, then I have to finish the farm work quickly, so that I have more time to learn martial arts." Wan Xiaoliu stood up, thinking: "I'm going to plant yams, yes, The ground has been dug, just cut the seedlings and plant them. That’s right.”

Wan Xiaoliu put away the mended clothes, took out the coir raincoat, put on the bamboo hat, put on the scissors, and went to the vegetable field to cut the potato seedlings in the rain.

Wan Mofei had exhausted his energy just now, so he lay down and rested with his eyes closed.

Wan Xiaoliu went to the vegetable field to cut off the root of the potato seedlings, and then went to the eaves, and cut the roots into two potato stalks, and a dozen potato seedlings could be cut from one long strip of seedlings.Stacks of them were neatly put into the dustpan, the scissors were washed and hung behind the door, and the potato seedlings were picked up with a shoulder pole and went out.

The rain was not heavy, and it was uncomfortable to hit bare arms.But now Wan Xiaoliu is full of energy. In the ground dug before, some of the pits dug have water in them. She cheerfully holds the seedlings in her left hand, and fills the pits with soil in her right hand. Put it in, press the soil with both hands, and one tree is planted.Three or four hundred trees will be planted soon.The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the coir raincoat was so wet that the oil paper was wet. Wan Xiaoliu could feel the clothes were wet and his body was cold, but it didn't affect Wan Xiaoliu's mood and energy at all.

After the seedlings are planted, the drainage around the ground is dug, and the wheat roots dug up before drying are gathered together.

It was a rainy day, gloomy and gray, and it got dark earlier, and Wan Xiaoliu arrived home when it was dark. The lights were already lit at home. Wan Xiaoliu went to the well to wash his muddy hands and feet, and went to the eaves On the side, he took off his coir raincoat and bamboo hat and hung them on the bamboo poles on the eaves.The clothes on his body were soaked and stuck to his body.When he entered the room, he saw Wan Mofei was burning a pot behind the stove. Wan Xiaoliu took a closer look and saw black stains on Wan Mofei's face and hands, which should be the smoke from the pot.Look inside the pot and stove again, the fire is very hot.

"It's not bad, it's really good, it can start a fire." Wan Xiaoliu sat down on the edge of the table, got a glass of water and drank it.

"You, take a bath." Wan Mofei looked at Wan Xiaoliu and said.

"Ah, are you boiling water for me to take a bath?" Wan Xiaoliu turned his head and looked at Wan Mofei with big eyes, "Thank you so much, you haven't predicted that I will get wet? This weather is the best for planting yams, no need to water them The water and the ground are also moist and easy to plant.”

After drinking the water, Wan Xiaoliu lifted the lid of the pot, tried the water, it was a little hot, and he could take a bath.

"Can we have porridge at night?" Wan Xiaoliu looked at Wan Mofei and asked.

"Yeah." Wan Mofei nodded.

"Then I'll wash the rice and put it in the pot, and you add some firewood to cook it, or mix it up from time to time." Wan Xiaoliu scooped the bath water into the wooden bucket, added water to the pot, filled a bowl of rice, and cleaned the rice. Put it in the pot clean.

"I'm going to take a bath. You should pay attention to the amount of water. This porridge needs more water." Wan Xiaoliu didn't care whether Wan Mofei agreed or not, and carried water into the back room.

Wan Mofei went from the back of the pot to the front of the pot, looked at the pot cover, his eyes under the long eyelashes couldn't see any emotion, after a while, he slowly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the pot cover and lifted it, white air rushed towards his face, Wan Mofei closed his eyes and let the hot air hit his face, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the bubbling rice that had swelled into rice, put the lid on the side, and picked up the spatula, It feels awkward to hold it in your hand, but take a closer look, and hold it in the posture of holding a brush, which is much easier.And one, and then cover the pot and cook.Sit back behind the stove.Wan Mofei looked at his hand, the straight palm, gradually clenched into a fist.

Wan Xiaoliu came out of the shower, poured out the water, took a cloth, wiped his hair, went to the side of the pot and lifted the lid, and made peace with the spatula: "Are you hungry? It's almost time to eat."

Sitting on the edge of the table and continuing to brush my hair, I complained: "I'm most afraid of washing my hair at night. My hair is so long that I can't dry it for half a day. If I don't do it, I will feel uncomfortable sleeping and my head will hurt. There is no hair dryer or electric in this poor place. Fan. Just let it dry naturally."

Wan Mofei looked up at Wan Xiaoliu, walked slowly to her side, and took her cloth.

"Why?" Wan Xiaoliu was startled.

Wan Mofei didn't answer, put aside Wan Xiaoliu's hair-wiping cloth, reached out and brushed her hair together, held it in the palm of his hand, and put it on her head.

"What are you doing?" Wan Xiaoliu couldn't push him, so he could only let him hold his hair, and feel the warmth on his scalp.

After a while, Wan Mofei let go of Wan Xiaoliu's hair and went back to add firewood behind the stove.

"Wow, it's all dry, you are amazing!" Wan Xiaoliu stretched out his hand to touch his hair, and it was all dry from root to tip, which was better than a hair dryer: "What did you use to dry it? Is it internal strength? The kind that emits green smoke from your head?"

(End of this chapter)