Chapter 569: 570

Linglie Leng in place, smile: "maybe your wife is wrong."

"No!" Grandma shook her hand firmly and said: "my wife was seven years old, but she didn't see such beautiful men and women, so their looks were immediately remembered in her heart. I can't forget to see it later. My wife won't cheat me! Some people in the village also say that there are immortals living in the bamboo forest. Around the beautiful big house in the bamboo forest, there are several circles of sunflowers planted. There are several pomegranate trees taller than me in the yard! My wife has seen it. He has never cheated me in his life! "

Linglie stood in the sun, gazing at the mountains not far away.

There are gods on it?

He doesn't believe it.

However, the legend of the local people is a good writing subject, but he is not a writer.

"Come, give you a big pomegranate, and it will be my reward to pick it for me."

Grandma smiled and handed over the biggest and reddest one. Linglie's mouth was full of smiles. He did not ask for reward for helping others, but before he ate it, he knew that the pomegranate must be the sweetest one he had eaten raw.

Linglie helps grandma to carry a basket of pomegranate back to the house.

Grandma pointed to two vegetable fields not far away, one planted eggplant, one planted radish, and asked, "how do you eat dinner? I think you've been to farmhouse in big cities. Unfortunately, you've come to the wrong place. The government has played farmhouse, but it's not in our village. "

"Ha ha, we just want to live in the countryside for two days."

Linglie looked around. The farmer was a real family. He had a TV set. It was a small one. It was colorful, but the resolution was not very high.

Grandma looked at him and said, "you young man, I ask you how to eat dinner!"

Linglie was stupefied for a moment, and watched grandma pointing to the vegetable field all the time. He chuckled and said, "why don't I buy some vegetables here?"

"Good!" Grandma immediately took a basket and went out. As she walked to the vegetable field, she pointed to the well way in the yard: "that water is for you, and the well water doesn't charge for money!"

"Good."

"How much do you want?"

"Cough, we can have enough for dinner today and breakfast tomorrow."

Linglie went over and watched her grandmother pick five purple eggplants and two white radishes. She handed them to him and said with a smile, "all together Five dollars? "

When grandma said this, maybe she was still guilty. Her eyes were full of expectation and uneasiness.

Linglie has never lived such a poor life. Even when he is in trouble, his mother Ni Xiyue will try to send the money to him and let him live happily.

All of a sudden, he felt that this trip was worth it, which made him have a deeper thinking about his parents and a deeper understanding of the current situation of life in the grass-roots countryside.

In his pocket was the change he had changed in the market for lunch. He wanted to give them a hundred, but he was afraid of being abrupt.

By the old man's eyes, he took five pieces and gave them to his grandmother: "well, this dish is so good, you have worked hard."

"I still have eggs! Do you want it? You pick the onions in the yard, I won't charge you! Fried eggs with scallion, my little grandson likes it best! " Grandma was very fond of being praised for her good dishes. She rushed to the chicken coop and pulled out four eggs, which were put into linglie's big hand directly.

The egg was still warm and hot, and there was a bit of dried chicken excrement on it.

Linglie's hand has never touched such filthy things. It's a pair of pianist's hands, as well as a pair of hands that point the river and the mountains, and are wise to point the soldiers.

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But for now, he feels honored.

He put the eggs in the basket and held them in his hand. He felt that he had never mentioned such a heavy thing in his life, which was the basis of the people's survival.

Mu Tianxing is sleeping in bed. In the evening, he is woken up by a scream in the yard: "Grandma! I'm back! I am hungry! Grandma! "

She rubbed her eyes and got up, thinking it must be the landlord's grandson.

The bed was by the window. I opened the old cloth curtains and looked at an eight or nine year old boy, happily carrying his schoolbag, running to the well.

Mu Tianxing is scared!

Children can't play by the well. What can I do if they fall down!

She hurriedly put on her shoes and rushed out. When she rushed to the door of the house, she looked out and saw that the child was very skillful in drawing water and opening her mouth to drink.

She also wanted to say: there are parasites in the water, so they can't give raw water to children!

But as soon as she stepped out, her shoulders were held down by a pair of big hands.

She looked back at linglie and looked at her with no expression. She whispered: "everyone has their way of life. They have never had a higher education. Naturally, we can't ask them with our eyes. Mother has been vigorously building rural children's education, these years rural children can go to school even if they can't afford the tuition. But the faculty and the scope of teaching are still weak. We have seen it today. When we go back, we will popularize safety knowledge, health knowledge, etc. for children. That's what we have to do. "

Therefore, don't disturb people's normal life at this time. They are only tenants now. Their words are far less effective than those of teachers in school.

Mu Tianxing sighed and glanced at the prepared dishes on the small table, which were fragrant. He went forward and said, "is today a eggplant feast?"

The wooden table was clean. Mu Tianxing went up and took a stool to sit down.

Steamed whole eggplant, braised eggplant, shredded eggplant with fish fragrance, and a plate of pork with radish. Two bowls of rice have been put there.

Mu Tianxing picked up the chopsticks and tasted: "it's delicious."

Linglie smiled, turned around and went to the front of the pot, walking along the way: "and fried eggs with green onions."

In his life, he has never eaten fried eggs with green onions.

He wanted to tell the grandmother that one can only eat one egg a day. If the cholesterol in the yolk is too high, it will do harm to the human body.

But he didn't say.

Because she must not understand.

He just said to himself in his heart: we must find a way to improve the quality of the whole people and popularize common sense of life, we must!

Fried two eggs, the rest two for breakfast tomorrow morning.

Cut some radish slices to make soup, sprinkle a little scallion.

When he walked out with his eggs, he saw that there was no one in the small hall, and Mu Tianxing was sitting in the yard with a smile like flowers. She moved out the small dining table, stool and vegetables.

"Uncle! The scenery here is good! The sunset is so beautiful that we eat it in the yard! "

Linglie's two hands hold the ears of the small pot of radish soup, and the plate of fried eggs with scallion is on the shelf. He walks over with a smile: "OK, I'll eat it in the yard."

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