Scholar's Sweetheart

The lobster lying in the grass hiding from the sun did not move. He moved lazily and was not afraid of people at all.

Song Xintong bent down to have a look, and found that the lobster was quite big. He thought it was delicious. With a move in his heart, he held the lobster's back and picked it up.

"Xintong, throw it away quickly. This thing will trap people. It hurts to trap people!" Aunt Xie shouts to song Xintong. In a twinkling of an eye, she looks over and over again, and her eyebrows and eyes show joy from time to time. "How old is a girl, and she still likes to play this?"

"Sister, throw it away." Dabao and Xiaobao also looked at her anxiously.

Song Xintong didn't throw it. Instead, he looked into the river and said, "aunt, did you climb out of the river?"

"No, there are more water grass depressions in it. Fortunately, there are no fields in the forest, otherwise our fields would have been drilled." Aunt Xie said.

Most of the fertile fields in Taohua village are on the other side of the road, close to the periphery of the next village.

Standing by the river and looking at the road from a distance, you can still see a piece of green. In another month, the rice in the field will mature.

Song Xintong heard aunt Xie say so, the bottom of his heart suddenly rose a burst of thought, the people on the construction site do not want to drink? Isn't it the best wine to make spicy crayfish?

Song Xintong heart a joy, "aunt, I want to go to the woods to see."

"What's the point? If you don't pay attention, you're caught Aunt Xie said.

Song Xintong did not say directly, "feel fresh, or aunt son go home first medium me?"

"If Xintong wants to go, you can go with her. I'll take the donkey cart back first, and tell my sister-in-law about the pasta work." Aunt he is eager to go home and tell her family the good news. "You're back. Go to the village and come to my house."

"All right, auntie." Song Xintong nodded, then took a bucket and went to the woods.

The last time Dabao fell into the water was by this river. After walking along the small trees for a short time, he came to a place with beautiful water and grass and colorful shade. He could wet his shoes and step into the mud without paying attention.

"Here it is. You see, there are not many." Aunt Xie pointed to the lobster lying in the grass cage to hide in the shade.

"Quite a lot." From a distance, song Xintong could see the sound of crawling in the grass.

"Xintong, how can you let anyone do the pasta business by themselves? If they do it, won't they rob you of your business? I'm sure the donkey cart won't be rented to you. " Aunt Xie felt uncomfortable when she thought about it. "If you don't do this pasta business, how can you launch it?"

Knowing that Aunt Xie was upset, song Xintong thought about it and explained to her, "aunt, I think we mainly focus on spicy food and stewed pig's feet. If we add pasta, we can't be busy and we can't do it well. And auntie, you see, there are two more people doing business on the construction site today, and maybe there will be three or five more tomorrow. We can't stop them. It's better to let aunt he do this pasta business. They will be grateful to me then. "

Aunt Xie curled her lips. "What's the use of gratitude? It's still money."

Song Xintong smiles and touches aunt Xie's hand. "If aunt has any idea of doing business, she can go to the construction site. I'll help her then."

Aunt Xie said, "I don't have the brain to do business, and my skill is just so so. I don't want to make a fool of myself. My aunt just helps Xintong do some work."

"My aunt is the best to me." Song Xintong played with aunt Xie's hand and said with a smile, "today we may be even busier."

"Why? To make the evening meal? " Aunt Xie said.

Song Xintong nodded.

"What are you doing? Why do you think of it all at once? " Aunt Xie is very curious.

Song Xintong pointed to the crawling lobster, "just do it, and those snails."

"It? Snail Aunt Xie was so astonished that it was the people in the village who used to feed the chickens. Was this the first time she heard that they could be eaten? The smell is heavy and dirty. Can you really eat it?

"Yes, auntie. It's called lobster." Song Xintong pointed to the lobster and explained, "it's very good for them to make wine and vegetables. I'll pick up some later and make them for you when I spit up the sand tomorrow."

Aunt Xie is still skeptical.

Song Xintong, no matter whether she believed it or not, bent down to pick up these lobsters in the shade.

"Sister, it's going to clamp me." Xiao Bao trotted over with a bitter face.

Song Xintong looked at Xiaobao's hand, and sure enough, he was caught in a red mark, "elder sister blows, it doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt. I throw it fast." Xiaobao said.

"Well, you're invited to grab its shell from behind, so it's not easy to get caught." Song Xintong thought that he would have to make a thick glove to avoid being caught in the future.

"Oh, isn't it?" Dabao picked up one just as he did, but the lobster struggled hard, and Dabao was afraid, so he let it struggle, "ran away."

"It doesn't matter. You stay and watch sister." Song Xintong quick action of a grasp a accurate, a few minutes to pick up most of the bucket, soon picked up a small half of the bucket of snails.

Go back to the village with a full load.

"I'll carry it home from the stream. You can go directly to your aunt he's house." Aunt Xie took a look at the direction in the middle of the village. "I can tell you, don't do everything. Your second aunt's family is smart."

Song Xintong nodded with a smile, "the aunt took it back and changed it into a big wooden basin. Don't die of lack of oxygen."

"What's hypoxia?" Aunt Xie didn't understand.

"It's just too crowded. It's easy to suffocate." Song Xintong explained.

Aunt Xie nodded, "I see. I'm afraid there are not enough wooden pots in your house. I'll have to ask a carpenter to make some."

"Well, I'll take care of it." Song Xintong took his two younger brothers to the center of the village. As soon as he got to the big banyan tree, he was called by a group of women sitting under the tree to enjoy the cool.

"Xintong, I heard you went to the construction site to sell food? How much is it for a day? " Asked a fat woman, peeling beans.

He's family is collecting vegetables for song Xintong in the village all day, so the news has spread. However, due to song Xintong's bad reputation, these people will not go to the end of the village to inquire.

This is not easy to meet in the village, there are curious people asked.

"Less money." Song Xintong some do not like, light said.

The rest of the people think about it. No matter how good the business is, it's not bad to earn more than ten or twenty Wen after a hundred yuan of food money is removed every day.

"If you want me to tell you, don't go. The construction site is full of men. You, an unmarried girl, show up all day. What's the matter? And you don't earn much. Why bother to be tired?" Said an old woman.

Song Xintong cold smile, did not answer.

"It's true that a girl's family should be embroidering flowers and planting land at home. It's like saying something that she swings around in front of men all day long." A woman said, "it's not good to have no elder at home. Look what they've become."

Song Xintong calm face, she finally understand why so many keyboard man, salty eat radish light worry, none of your bullshit!

"Do you have anything to do with what I look like?" Coldly, he took the two younger brothers to Aunt he's house.

"Bah!" The woman who asked her to embroider at home spat a mouthful of phlegm on the floor. "It's very kind of her to sell food. What kind of flowers can she sell? It's not by laughing at those wild men. Just because of her bad reputation, it's good to be able to do a house filling for butcher ma. It's very interesting to choose. "

"No, I'm not good-looking, and I'm not good-natured. I don't know how to call my mother-in-law when I see us old women. It's really something that has no mother to teach me. Even those two little broom stars are equally annoying."

Song Xintong, who had already passed the corner, turned back when he heard the words scolding her mother.