Farmhouse Pastoral Notes

Chapter 151 Leave
The light rain on the Tianjie is as moist as Su, and the grass looks far away but there is nothing nearby. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.This is a poem praising early spring written by Han Yu during the Tang Muzong period, which is suitable for the current situation in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Chunqiu stayed in Heishan Town for a few days, and then went home in his uncle's ox cart. At this time, it was raining lightly, like fine silk threads. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I looked up at the drizzle outside.

Yang Weisong was wearing a raincoat and sitting in front of the cart, Chunqiu glanced at the slightly thin back of his uncle, because of the drizzle, his vision was a bit blurred, the spring rain was as smooth as crisp, and he looked at the uncle from a distance. The grass is green and green, and the corner of Chunqiu's mouth is raised unconsciously. Her mother went to the mountain before, and when she came back, it turned out that the branch sprouted was true.

Although the spring rain is fine and dense, it is not as aggressive as Xia Yu. Chun Yu is like a shy little girl, looking at you shyly. If he said that, he directly stretched out the palm of his hand, so that the palm of his hand directly touched the rainwater as fine as a cow's hair. The raindrops were very gentle, and gently jumped and fell between Chunqiu's fingers, spinning and kissing.

Seeing the raindrops falling on the center of the palm, Chunqiu clenched his palm mischievously, as if he had caught it. Chunqiu opened and clenched his little hands, having a great time playing, the childish voice of "giggle..." It also spread out with the shaking of the bullock cart...

Good rain knows the season, when spring is here.

Looking at the situation in front of him, the few ancient poems in Chunqiu's heart jumped out one by one. Tired of playing in the water before, Chunqiu took back his wet little hand, and hung the rain on his body again. Wrapped tightly around her body, and ensured that she would not get soaked, she put down the oil-paper umbrella in her hand and put on the bamboo hat that Yang Weisong had prepared for her long ago.

The bullock cart went faster and faster, turning over one mountain after another, the eagerness in Chunqiu's eyes became more and more obvious.

When Chunqiu saw the continuous and steep black mountain, Chunqiu directly shouted loudly, "Uncle, Uncle, look quickly, we are going home!"

After hearing this, Yang Weisong turned his head to look at Chunqiu, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and answered seriously, "Yes."

"Qiu'er is homesick?" Yang Weisong asked back.

After hearing this, Chunqiu was taken aback for a moment, then grinned and nodded hurriedly, "Yeah, Qiu'er is hungry." After Chunqiu finished speaking, he reached out and rubbed his shriveled belly. She hasn't come back today. What about eating? !

After Yang Weisong heard this, he laughed out loud in his loud and deep voice, and after laughing, he hurriedly comforted Chunqiu, who was blowing his hair, "Qiu'er, you will be home soon, and you can have dinner then."

Hmph, Chunqiu rolled his eyes at Yang Weisong while sitting on the bullock cart, asking you to make fun of me?I ignore you.

For the next time, no matter what Yang Weisong said, Chunqiu just ignored him, causing Yang Weisong to beg for mercy repeatedly, Chunqiu noble and glamorous glanced at her uncle who was apologizing to her, and nodded arrogantly, her lord has a lot , looking at the face of my uncle's good attitude, Chunqiu is not angry anymore.

"Uncle, I'm so heavy, can you help me untie it?" Chunqiu frowned. She was wearing a raincoat, a simple raincoat made of straw and waterproof cloth. In fact, it belonged to Old Man Yang. Because it was raining when he came back, Mrs. Yang and Li put the rain hanger directly on Chunqiu's body.

Yang Weisong glanced back, then reached out and stopped the ox cart, "Qiu'er, come over here, my uncle will untie it for you." Yang Weisong waved to Chunqiu, motioning Chunqiu to move forward.

Chunqiu obediently moved forward, because the rain hanger was too big, Chunqiu could only drag it away, and the rain hanger covered with raindrops was dragged out long rain stains.

Chunqiu moved to Yang Weisong's side with great effort, and then directly raised his head high.

Seeing this, Yang Weisong stretched out his hand to untie the hat on Chunqiu's head first, and then untied the rain hanger that was already entangled with his clothes, and put the untied rain hanger aside, Yang Weisong said with a smile, "Okay."

After taking off the rain hanger, Chunqiu felt his body was very relaxed, hehe, he could finally breathe fresh air.

The bullock cart creaked forward, and Chunqiu sat aside, breathing in the earthy air, closing his eyes slightly to feel his surroundings.

The ox cart stopped at the gate of Yang's house, Chunqiu jumped out of the ox cart first, and then opened the gate so that Yang Weisong could drive the ox cart in.

When Chunqiu was away, there were actually two more cages in their yard, huh?Chunqiu's eyes lit up, he pushed open the wooden door and walked in, then stopped in front of the cage.

Chunqiu bent down and stared at the little thing in the cage seriously. It was yellow and fluffy. Isn't this a newborn chick?Have chickens at home?Looking at the chickens in the two cages, there can be forty or fifty chickens in total, Chunqiu's mood has also become very good, oops, now that the chickens are raised at this time, they can be eaten in spring, and take a couple of mouthfuls of drool that are about to stay. Chunqiu was thinking about steaming, roasting, frying, boiling and stewing. All kinds of meals emerged one after another.

Chunqiu went back to the house listlessly, there was no one in the house, her mother was not at home, Chunqiu was even more desperate, she just wanted to have a meal!

Forget it, she'd better get some food for herself, Chunqiu turned around and went to the kitchen, there were still some things left in the kitchen, Chunqiu took a look, and decided to fix something else, the greasy and sticky ones were still counted. Alright.

"Uncle, what do you want to eat?" Before cooking, Chunqiu ran over to ask Yang Weisong who was parking the car.

Yang Weisong was busy with the ox cart, and when he heard Chunqiu's words, he replied casually, "Anything is fine."

Well, Chunqiu nodded and ran away again, since she can do anything, then she should do the simplest thing for herself.

Chunqiu took a basin, and took a bowl of white noodles from the flour belt, and then mixed it with water. Chunqiu made pimple soup, which is also noodle soup. It is not only easy to make, but also delicious. When the firewood boils the water in the pot, Chunqiu directly put the gnocchi into it, cut two slices of cabbage and threw it in, the noodle soup was cooked very quickly, before Chunqiu put some seasonings in the pot, poured the prepared noodle soup directly into it There were two white bowls, one big and one small, and Chunqiu returned to the house with the small bowl.

Yang Weisong parked the ox cart and came over, and took his share from the kitchen. The uncle and nephew were in the house, eating the pickles made by Yuan Shi, drinking noodle soup, and having lunch and breakfast.

Yang Weisong went to Mrs. Yang's house after eating, and he had to stay at home for two more days. No one lived in Mrs. Yang's house for a long time. Burn more firewood so that you can live more comfortably.

Chunqiu first took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash, then went back to the house and fell asleep on the kang...

(End of this chapter)