noffsinger Chapter 221 It's All Water
Chapter 221 It's All Water
Chapter 221 It's All Water
Looking at the filled one-story bookshelf, I am more than gratified. Although there is only one floor now, the future can be expected!
As soon as he came back, he couldn't wait to open the boxes and put them on the bookshelves one by one, without tearing the plastic wrap of the new books.
It is estimated that it will be difficult to tear them all apart in the future...
Grandpa looked at the books at the door and estimated the price in his heart, probably two or three yuan.
Looking at the study room, he felt that in addition to books, he might have to get rid of the Four Treasures of the Study Room. His desk was nothing more than a few writing brushes, which was very simple and too useless.
Think about my college roommate, who is a calligraphy enthusiast, and most of the monthly projects are brushes, seals and so on.
Whoever receives a gift, unwraps it and buys a good brush, and will be ecstatic to make a circle of friends.
Look at yourself again, those few on the desk are definitely not good pens.
Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand, and Ziyi was taken out of the space by him, put on the desk, looked at it a few times and then put it back.
It's not because he doesn't reveal his wealth, but because he is afraid that if he loses his skill, his sister will take it and graffiti on the wall and floor.
He came here like this, and he knows the fatal temptation of this thing to children, and the fatal temptation to children is the writing brush.
When I was a child, I watched the scene in the movie where the protagonist splashed ink. I was so surprised that I saved up my pocket money to buy a brush and ink, and scrawled a lot on the wall. The ending of that brush was: it didn’t survive the weekend... …
I stayed in the study for a while, but I still went out. In two days, my family will kill pigs. I don’t have to worry about the meat, but I still have to work hard to eat vegetables in the beginning of spring.
I went down to the ground with my grandfather and loosened the soil with a hoe. It was not fast and there was no other way. The terrain near the village was more complex and it was difficult to plow with machines or oxen. I had to dig slowly with a hoe.
More than just like a ruthless machine, it maintained a speed and dug for more than two hours before the land was settled.
Grandpa dug for a while and rested for a while. Since he got better, although he is not as energetic as his grandson, a small piece of land will not tire him out.
It's just that he worked so hard, He Qiang said that he should save more for him, lest his grandson be too small, the old man is sticking a hoe, with a smile on his face.
Not only did he find out that grandpa was being lazy, he didn't say anything. The old man has planted the land for him all his life, so can't he just be lazy?
When I was born, it was the time when I was open to work. My grandparents went out to work for a few years, earned a little money, and were about to show off their talents, but they were dragged back to the village by He Zhi's background.
Children can't be taken out to endure hardships. It's not just that parents go out decisively after weaning him, and stay at grandma's house at first.
Grandpa would be busy with the business in the store, and grandma planted the family's land by herself, not only followed but also suffered a lot.
My grandparents came back once and saw him alone. They felt inexplicably heartbroken and decided not to leave again.
Not only did he like to cling to his grandpa since he was a child, but after committing a crime, he was beaten, and within 10 minutes before and after, he would shrink into his grandpa's arms again.
These memories are not only unclear before, but I just heard the old man say it, and he laughed every time he said it.
In the past two months, he remembered a lot, and he really made a lot of trouble for his grandfather and the others.
Looking at the weather, He Zhi shouted at Grandpa: "Grandpa, let's go back!"
Grandpa nodded, clapped his hands, picked up the hoe and left.
He not only hurriedly followed, thinking about the matter of the Nian pig, but also asked: "Grandpa, have you found a good person for the slaughter of the pig?"
There is no need to worry about this problem a few years ago, because He Zhi’s grandfather He Yi is a famous butcher across from He Zhi’s house. Pig knife.
There was a time when He Zhi was particularly afraid of going to Grandpa He Yi's house, and always felt an inexplicable murderous aura.
Not only did he just graduate, but as soon as he returned to the village, he heard that the old man had fallen, half of his body was paralyzed, and his mind was also confused.
In August last year, the old man left. Not only was he busy with work, but he couldn't see the old man off.
Not only did an important character in his childhood memory leave just like that, he was very sad during that time, thinking of those old men in the village, worried that he would go home once a year like this, and they would be gone before he knew it.
"I found it, the one from the 2nd Brigade. He will come here specially when the time comes."
"Ok?"
"There are not many pigs left in the 2nd brigade. He has to come here quickly, or he will lose his share."
When grandpa spoke, he always felt a little teasing.
In the past, when Grandpa He Yi killed pigs, he only needed to eat the meat, and then he would take away some things, such as tendons, small intestines, and collar meat that no one would eat, and he would not charge any money.
Now killing pigs, they don't take anything away, they only charge money, two hundred and three hundred for one pig.
Killing a circle in the village can earn three or four thousand.
This year is not good, and most of the pigs are gone, but it is not just the villages next to them, which are not serious.
It's like what grandpa said, don't hurry up, be careful of the pig butcher who is a little farther away.
He Zhi smiled, then his cheeks froze, thinking of a bad thing.
In the past, pigs were slaughtered in the field, but now that roads have been built, the stones used to kill pigs are gone, and the stoves that were dug have collapsed.
Then, the village found a good place again.
Rather than finding it, it would be better to say that grandpa did it himself. He moved the large stone behind the eaves and dug a stove pit, about 30 meters away from their house.
The two pigs that are killed every year are the Shura field, where the pigs are slaughtered, those who light the fire, those who help, and those who watch.
The screams of the fat pig, the voices of the people around, and the strong smell of blood accompanied by the smell of manure, more than just closing the door to stop it.
"no!"
Not only did I think of this scene, but I decided that I should change my position!
In fact, there is no way for grandpa to choose that position. When he is old, where can he move a few hundred catties of stone?
But, he can do it now. He just needs to tell you a location and he will move it to you in minutes.
"Grandpa, I have something to discuss with you!"
More than just talking about his own thoughts, grandpa didn't hesitate, just kidding, does his old man like that scene?That's at the door of my house...
Determined to pay attention, it is more than a decision to move another stone from behind the eaves tomorrow, and choose a location that everyone is satisfied with.
As for the used stone, it is more than avoided, not to mention the blood on it, who knows if there will be anything else.
but!
This is all tomorrow's business, and tomorrow's business will be done tomorrow, so let's cook obediently now.
He said he wanted to treat himself well, but there seemed to be nothing to do.
More than simply frying the lamb chops, I was worried that my grandpa would not be able to eat it at first, but I was just too worried. Grandpa is eating delicious now!
……
I finally ended my business trip temporarily, I will continue next week, I am too tired
(End of this chapter)