Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6286 Asleep?
Candles are no longer a good thing in the Luo family and Lao Yang's house. Basically, they have become the necessities and consumables of life just like toilet paper, bowls and chopsticks for eating, and tea bowls and teapots for drinking tea.

However, the conditions like the Luo family and Lao Yang's family are only a few, especially the Luo family, whose living standard is no more than that of the rich and official families in the town.

The only difference in the Luo family is that no matter how good the family conditions are, it is a veritable family of Zhongming Dingshi, but they still live in the village, stick to the usual style of a village household, and do everything by themselves without buying half a servant girl.

For [-]% of the people in eight villages, candles are a luxury item, and they are only lighted during festivals, and soybean oil lamps are still used in ordinary times.

The old Wang family is an exception. This exception is incomparable with the [-]% good conditions, but it is not in the ranks of the [-]%.

Old Wang's family has candles, and there are many candles. These candles were all given by Mrs. Tan and Mrs. Sun.

When Dabai was at home, although he had stopped reading a long time ago, soybean oil lamps were not lit in Dabai's house, and he had to light candles to sleep at night, so that he could get up at night easily.

It's the same in the little black room.

If Kong Yiji was the only one standing and drinking while wearing a long gown, then the old Wang family was like that. In the past, they tried their best to create a 'shantytown prince' treatment for the two boys.

At this moment, Yang Huamei dug out a candle wrapped in layers of veils from the drawer, took out two unused candles from the drawer, and went to Xiao Hei's room in her hands.

The rooms of Xiaohei and Dabai are in front of the main room, and the rooms of the two brothers are next to each other. When Yang Huamei came to the door of the half-hidden room, she deliberately slowed down her steps without shouting, and deliberately put her ears on the door. Listen to the movement on the door first.

"Hoo... 呵... 呵... 呵..."

There was a high and low snoring sound from inside.

Yang Huamei was a little puzzled, did they all fall asleep?
She pushed the door open, and at a glance, she saw Xiao Hei lying on the table and screaming in sleep, the books were pressed under his elbows, the schoolbag was thrown under his feet, two candles were burning side by side on the table, the flame was not far from his head Jump everywhere.

If a gust of wind came over, it might ignite his hair, but he was snoring like thunder, without noticing it.

"How long did it take to write this and fell asleep? It's really annoying!"

Muttering to herself, Yang Huamei came to the table and silently cleaned up the schoolbags on the floor and the books on the table, and did not yell to wake up Xiao Hei. She once heard someone say that when people fall asleep, they will dream.

A dream is because the soul temporarily leaves the body and wanders in another place. If someone around him yells and wakes him up forcibly, the frightened soul may lose a soul when it returns to its place. , then even if that person wakes up, it will cause bad consequences.

If the situation is mild, you may suffer from a minor illness, and if the situation is serious, you may be scared to death.

Especially children who have not officially grown up, people who have been ill for a long time, or elderly people, their souls are even more unstable, and all these kinds of people who were unborn were all put on the table by her.

Yang Huamei shook her head and smiled wryly while packing her things. She picked up the schoolbag and patted the dust off it and put it aside. The books on the table that were curled up by him were also lightly stuffed into the schoolbag.

The paper he was writing on was pressed under his arm to sleep, and she couldn't get it out, so she could only turn to put away the bed first.

As soon as the quilt was shaken off, a brush rolled to the ground.

And on the clean quilt cover and bed sheets, there was a large streak of black and sloppy ink.

Those colors seeped into the cotton yarn, even if she rubbed the quilt cover, she couldn't wash it off!

For a housewife who lives a streamlined life, this is something that breaks her down.

"Xiao Hei, wake up, wake up for me!"

She no longer cared about the rumors about her soul and body, and walked over to pat Xiao Hei on the shoulder.

Xiao Hei rubbed his eyes and raised his head, muttering: "Why, I'm sleeping soundly..."

"Sleep on your head, sleep if you are asked to write, come and have a look, look at the good deeds you have done!"

Yang Huamei grabbed Xiao Hei by the ear and dragged him to the side of the bed, pointing to the string of ink spots on the bed that were as big as copper coins and scolded him.

Xiao Hei was still yawning, looking indifferent.Yang Huamei was so angry that she slapped him on the back of the head again: "Look at what you did!"

Xiao Hei was a little scared now, and leaned down to get close to the bed sheet and squinted his eyes.

Seeing his eyes narrowed into such a slit, and the way he struggled to find ink dots, Yang Huamei was stunned.

"Xiao Hei, why are you so close? Can't you see me when you stand here?" She asked in surprise.

Xiao Hei shook his head, "It's blurry... Oh, there are really ink dots, when did you get them?"

He scratched the back of his head, stood up straight, and looked confused.

Yang Huamei couldn't care less about ink, she pulled Xiao Hei back to the table and pressed him to sit down, then grabbed a burning candle on the table and put it in front of Xiao Hei, said nervously: "Open your eyes wide Show me."

Xiao Hei sat still, with his hands on his lap and his eyes widened.

Yang Huamei bent down and held up a candle to shine back and forth between Xiao Hei's left and right eyes, looking at it for a long time, but she couldn't see anything unusual, but it made her back ache, and Xiao Hei became irritable.

"Mother, don't look at it, my eyes are fine, it's not painful or itchy."

"If your eyes are not sick, why can't you see such a big ink dot?" Yang Huamei was still puzzled.

Xiao Hei rubbed his eyes: "Perhaps he just opened his eyes earlier and was covered with eye feces, now he can see clearly!"

"Did you really see clearly?" Yang Huamei asked again.

"Well, really!" Xiao Hei nodded repeatedly.

Yang Huamei breathed a sigh of relief, logically speaking, Xiao Hei's eyes were black and white, not even bloodshot, and there should be nothing wrong with it being neither painful nor itchy nor tearful.

"Is the writing finished?" She put the candle back in place and asked again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the paper post that Xiao Hei had pressed to sleep earlier, and there were only two columns of words written on it for nothing.

The descendants of Lao Yang's family, regardless of gender, were taught by Lao Yang to recognize some characters when they were young, but some people were more diligent, so they recognized a few more, and some people were lazy, so they just recognized a few more perfunctory Lao Yang. head.

Yang Huamei was the lazy one, so now she wanted to go over to see what Xiao Hei had written on the paper, but she recognized a word or two.

"It took so long to write such a little?" She pointed to the paper and asked Xiao Hei.

There are more saliva marks on the side than words.

Xiao Hei grinned and said, "Our husband said that slow work produces meticulous work. You can't be impatient in writing, let alone pay attention to quantity. You need to practice your heart in writing."

Yang Huamei curled her lips: "To be honest, you are a set of things. Look at the words written by you. They are so sloppy. If you show them to others, no one will believe that this is a person who has studied for eight years. Words written by people!"

(End of this chapter)