My village can't be like this

Chapter 710 Blind Li

After returning home, Zhang An asked about the progress of fertilizing the fruit trees today.

I learned from my mother that more than ten acres of fruit trees had been fertilized today, and he was quite satisfied with the result, which was not much different from what he expected.

As long as we continue with today's progress, it will only take a week or so to complete the top dressing.

After returning to the room, Zhang An found some clothes and prepared to take a bath. When he passed the study door, he saw Su Ying teaching her son to read.

Perhaps because he noticed that Zhang An had returned, little Siqi pouted and looked back, his eyes full of desire for help.

Now, he seemed to have accepted his fate and was forced by his old mother to start studying. He no longer resisted like before.

This was probably because Su Ying had taught him with her own hands how to become an obedient child.

When Zhang An saw his son looking at him, he could only pretend that he didn't see anything. He didn't dare to pull his wife's whiskers.

Although Su Ying is usually gentle, she has always been very opinionated about her son. Maybe this is what it means to be a strong mother.

In fact, before, Zhang An always felt that his son was still young, and there was no need to enlighten him so early. It was entirely possible to wait until he had a happy childhood before letting him get involved in learning.

But in the end he discovered that his beloved son was too energetic and was different from ordinary children.

Just playing during the day can't consume his excess energy, so now he agrees with his wife's approach.

When Zhang An came out of the shower, Su Ying had also finished teaching her son.

The little guy was very happy. He jumped downstairs to find his grandma. He didn't show any nostalgia for his parents at all.

"Thank you for your hard work, my wife. Let me give you a massage." Zhang An walked forward with a smile and put his hands on his wife's shoulders and started massaging them.

Although Su Ying remained silent, her head was shaking as she began to enjoy the master-level massage technique.

She had been busy at school all day and was a little tired. After being pressed by Zhang An, she instantly felt a lot better.

After a while, Su Ying opened her eyes and said, "Okay, stop pressing. I'm going to take a shower."

She knew that her man had some skills in massage. If he continued to massage her like this for a while, she would probably fall asleep.

Su Ying walked into the room, opened the closet, found clothes and prepared to take a shower, but before she turned around, she was stopped by Zhang An.

"Wife, wear this today."

Zhang An took out a set of home clothes from the closet. It was bought recently and Su Ying had never worn it. Although the style was not as good as that of later generations, it was already somewhat advanced for now.

Su Ying looked at the clothes in her hand, then turned her eyes back to Zhang An and said angrily, "You look like a dead man."

But he didn't refuse and went to the bathroom with his clothes.

When she came back again, it was already late. The earth outside was covered with bright moonlight and it didn't look like a dark night.

In the evening at his uncle's house, Zhang An drank some wine with his uncle, not too much, not enough to make people drunk, but a little tipsy.

Seeing that his wife had just finished taking a shower, he couldn't stay calm at all and started playing the game the next second.

But the next moment, Su Ying's voice suddenly came: "Oops, your hand pressed on my hair."

Such a beautiful atmosphere was destroyed in an instant.

"Wife, I can't let you play like this." Zhang An, who was unhappy, became resentful.

"Puchi, look at how miserable you look. You are already an old married couple, and you are still like this."

Seeing that her man looked just like a young wife, Su Ying couldn't help but laugh.

"How dare you laugh at your husband? I have to let you know who is the king."

Zhang An pretended to have a ferocious look on his face, and in an instant a smoke storm filled the air between the two of them.

Until midnight, bursts of frog croaking could be heard from the paddy fields outside the window. It was late at night and it was time to go to bed.

The next morning, Zhang An woke up early and looked at the time. It was still early, just a few minutes past six, so he did not wake up Su Ying who was still dreaming, but got up from the bed quietly.

Downstairs, my mother Wang Fang had been tidying up in the kitchen for quite a while and was preparing to make today's breakfast.

Dad Zhang Jianguo had already fed the family's livestock with breakfast and was now sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard with a bamboo broom.

Zhang An was just about to get a bamboo broom to sweep the backyard when he discovered that Xiao Siqi had already woken up and climbed out of bed.

"Dad, get dressed."

Little Siqi was yawning, rubbing his sleepy eyes with one hand and pulling Zhang An's trouser leg with the other.

The little guy has been sleeping with his grandparents since he was young, and has long developed the habit of not sleeping late, and wakes up very early every day.

Moreover, his temper was somewhat similar to Zhang An's own. He didn't have the slightest bit of bad temper when waking up, and he wasn't a troublesome child.

Zhang An was very satisfied with this, thinking that after his son went to school, he would not have to go through so much trouble to wake him up every day.

After all, we are all people who have been through childhood, and we all know how much we wanted to sleep in when we were young, and we even wished we could sleep until noon. Not to mention the distant past, even nowadays, those naughty little kids in the village, as long as it is school day, every morning around seven o'clock, there will be the sound of women in the village calling their children to get up.

"It's cold in the morning, hurry up and find some pants for Qiqi to put on."

Before Zhang An could say anything, Wang Fang in the kitchen had already given the order.

"Come on, Dad will help you put on your pants."

Zhang An picked up his baby son and walked into the house, then found a set of clothes for him to change into.

After putting on his shoes, the little guy ran to find his grandmother to wash his face. Only then did Zhang An have time to clean the yard at the back.

There are actually not many fallen leaves on the ground in the backyard. They were all fallen from the grape trellis by the mountain breeze at night.

The leaves on the grape vines were green and tender at this time of year. Zhang An swept them together and put them into the fish pond to feed the fish.

Although these are just some fallen leaves, they are very popular with the small fish in the pond. As soon as Zhang An put the fallen leaves into the pond and they touched the water surface, the fishes started to scramble for them.

After cleaning, Zhang An started to exercise. At this time, little Siqi had also washed up and came to Zhang An, jumping and learning in the same way. Zhang An did not care how the little guy did it, although he had already made up his mind to train his son from an early age.

But little Siqi is still too young and his body has not yet fully grown. Although practicing martial arts can strengthen the body, it can easily make a person disabled if not practiced properly.

Haven’t you seen those folk masters in the early years? Although they were very skilled in martial arts when they were young, they became like a different person after they got older. Some warriors even reached the end of their lives when they were only fifty or sixty years old. This was entirely because they tempered their bones when they were young before their roots were fully developed, and coupled with long-term training, they overdrew their bodies too much.

I don’t know whether to say that the little guy is very smart or talented. Every time Zhang An changes his moves, he can learn it pretty well. Although it’s not so standard, it’s already very difficult.

Finally, Zhang An finished his practice and exhaled the bad air in his body. Seeing this, the little guy also closed his eyes and exhaled.

When I returned to the room, Su Ying had already gotten up. Although she was not the class teacher, she had to go to school even if she had no classes during this period of time approaching the high school entrance examination.

Su Ying, who had just finished washing up, had a rosy complexion. The tired look from yesterday had long gone.

After breakfast, Su Ying went out to school.

Zhang An has not set out for the construction site yet. Although there are still some road signs left to be written yesterday, he is not in a hurry at all.

Because according to the speed at which the stonemasons in the village carved the stone tablets, he would not be able to finish carving those stone tablets in a short time after he finished writing them yesterday.

Besides, there were not many road signs that had been polished and cut on the construction site, and the remaining part had not been polished and cut yet. He didn't want to go there early just for the remaining little bit, as he would have nothing to do by then.

It would be better to wait until the afternoon, when the remaining stone tablets have been polished and cut, and he will still have time to go there.

Moreover, the oil residue and sheep dung to be used today have not been transported to the orchard yet. If he is not at home, Dad will have to get them up there by himself.

In the afternoon, Zhang An came to the construction site by himself without Zhang Jianwen calling him.

It was already time for a break after lunch, and everyone on the construction site was working in the sun wearing bamboo hats.

Just as Zhang An expected, the stone tablets that were written yesterday have not been carved yet, and some are still left.

And the pile of unpolished and uncut stones that were left last night have now been polished a lot, with only a few left. It should be all done today.

As soon as Zhang An arrived, he saw from afar Zhang Jianwen and two others observing the stone tablets he had written yesterday.

"Zhang An is here. I was wondering whether I should go call you."

Zhang Jianwen also saw Zhang An and waved to call him over.

"I thought there wasn't much left yesterday, so I just added some time. It just so happens that I took the fermented sheep manure and oil residue to the back mountain with my dad this morning, so it will be convenient for them to use. Blind brother is coming."

Zhang An explained a few words with a smile before greeting the person next to Zhang Jianwen.

That’s right, the two people following Zhang Jianwen were Blind Li and his son from Hongyan Town.

At first Zhang An thought it was the town staff coming down, but when he got closer he realized it was these two people.

Although Blind Li is not much older than Zhang An's father, he still calls Zhang Jianwen uncle.

It was precisely because of this relationship that Zhang Jianwen was able to easily get the pen and ink job from Blind Li, which might not have been possible for someone else.

Zhang An and Zhang Jianwen are very close relatives, so he and Blind Li are of the same generation.

"Haha, I heard yesterday that Uncle Zhang needed to write and engrave a stele, and there was quite a lot of work. I happened to be free so I came over to see if there was anything I could help with. Jianhua, you have to call Uncle An for this."

Blind Li spoke to Zhang An with a smile and asked his son to call for help.

Everything that Blind Li's family does is related to funerals. In rural areas, funerals are divided by season. Generally speaking, there are more of them in winter and much fewer in summer.

Therefore, in rural areas, some elderly people often say that they are afraid they cannot survive the winter, but they would never say that they cannot survive the summer.

So their family is not very busy during this period. Occasionally, when someone comes to do something, they can complete it easily.

"Hey, Uncle An."

When Li Jianhua heard what his father said, he immediately smiled and greeted Zhang An.

Although he was older than Zhang An, he called him "uncle" without any hesitation.

They are all children from rural areas, and every family has a few young elders.

Zhang An also responded to Li Jianhua with a smile. He was accustomed to such things. After all, there were several younger generations in the village who were older than Li Jianhua, and some of them even had children. So he had now been promoted to the grandfather level in the village.

"Zhang An, your handwriting is so good, I didn't know it before, your handwriting is at the level of a master chef."

After greeting, Blind Li started talking to Zhang An. What he and Zhang Jianwen had just looked at were the stone tablets that Zhang An had written last night.

"Haha, I just wrote it casually. I need to practice more to write it properly. It's not like I have any high level."

Zhang An waved his hand and said modestly that he never considered himself a master chef.

"No, no, no, it's not bad at all. Your handwriting is better than that of Jianhua's uncle. You are too modest."

Blind Li shook his head and said that although he couldn't write very well, he could read.

The uncle of Li Jianhua he mentioned was the master craftsman who specialized in writing inscriptions in his shop and had beautiful handwriting.

It was because of this that he had pulled his brother-in-law together to start the current situation.

Over time, he saw more and learned to appreciate it a little.

After they chatted for a while, Zhang An took out his pen and ink and started working. Blind Li followed him and watched.

Only then did he realize that the feeling of just looking at the words just now was completely different from the feeling of watching Zhang An write now. At this moment, he even had the idea of ​​asking Zhang An to come to his place to help him write the stele.

But this is just a thought. After all, his place is not big, so he doesn't need two people to write the stele. His brother-in-law alone is enough.

And he knew that even if he asked, Zhang An would not agree. After all, he had always heard of this person's name.

After following Zhang An to watch for a while, Blind Li stopped following and took out the tools he brought with him and joined the team that was carving the stele. What he had just said about coming over to help was not just talk.

Moreover, the tool he brought was not the chisel used by the old men in the village, but an electric carving knife. Using this thing to carve the stele is much faster than using a chisel. Otherwise, how can he be called a professional who makes a living at this?

This chapter is a bit confusing. I went into the dark room right after I came back, so I came out a little late
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