After this mission, Wei Jianguo got 3 days of rest.
With his joining, life at home seemed to have been fast-forwarded.
The farm work that Song Shuqian had been worrying about was finished by Wei Jianguo in just two hours. He also tidied up the vegetable patch in the yard, picking what needed to be picked and pulling what needed to be pulled.
When the two babies woke up, they found that the yard they had to check every day had become bald. Even the remaining vegetables were gone.
The two cubs looked incredulous and stretched out their hands for their mother to hold them.
Song Shuxi and Wei Jianguo each took a child to visit the yard and looked at the rooms.
The room is familiar, but the yard is strange.
An An hugged his mother tightly and said, it’s okay. The house is familiar. His mother is there and Le Le is there too. Nothing else matters.
Le Lezi thought that as long as his brother didn’t cry, he didn’t need to cry, and he would just follow his brother to learn anything he didn’t understand.
Song Shuqian didn't say a word the whole time, and she and Wei Jianguo kept observing the reactions of the two children.
Only after putting the children on the kang and letting them play did she stop laughing.
"Hubby, our two kids are so smart. You see, they were full of shock at first, as if they were asking, who am I, where am I. When they saw that mom and dad were there, they immediately lay down and thought, "Forget it, as long as mom and dad are here, nothing else matters."
There is a special feeling of indifference, the kind of feeling of being a salted fish who joins in if nothing can be done to change it. "
After saying that, Song Shuqian went to find a piece of paper and said, "I have to write all this down and show it to my children when they grow up."
Wei Jianguo just watched his wife and analyzed the child's thoughts, and then he amused himself.
You know what, after his wife finished her analysis, he felt that it seemed to be true.
"Wife, you are really smart. It is said that no one knows a child better than his mother. You must have spent a lot of effort on them to guess their thoughts.
Write with a brush and I will help you grind it. I'll give you a gift after I finish writing it, you will definitely like it. "
Wei Jianguo knew that his wife preferred to use a brush rather than a fountain pen. Whenever he is at home, he will take the initiative to grind for his wife.
This time, Song Shuxi used her favorite hairpin flower small calligraphy.
Different from the casual and unrestrained style of her running script, the strokes of her hairpin-flowered small regular script are slender and powerful, the structure is dignified and elegant, with unique charm, revealing her profound calligraphy skills.
After blowing the ink dry, Song Shuqian casually drew a few strokes on the side, and two confused kids appeared.
Wei Jianguo put the paper away.
"Wife, I'll get two pieces of wood to make the cover of the book. You can sew a cover with cloth on the outside of the wood and put the paper you wrote in the middle. When you write more, I'll bind them together and it will be a notebook of my child's growth.
Let’s watch it together when we are old. "
Song Shuqian's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she did just that.
She didn't want to give these things to those two brats. Their childhood memories were the youth of her as an old mother, and she wanted to share this youth with Wei Jianguo.
"Thank you, honey."
It was rare for Song Shuqian to show her emotions so openly, and she even took the initiative to give him a kiss.
Wei Jianguo was satisfied.
He also wanted to participate in his wife's memories. He didn't understand those romantic things, nor did he have his wife's sudden and wonderful ideas.
But he also has his own methods.
It was his wife who told him, "A good horse can go through adventures, but it is not as good as an ox at plowing the fields; a strong cart can carry heavy loads, but it is not as good as a boat at crossing the river." That's what his wife said at the time.
Wei Jianguo took out an inkstone from the things he brought back and handed it to Song Shuqian like offering a treasure. "Wife, this is what I exchanged with an old man. As you said before, this inkstone has a fine texture and feels smooth and not rough. The stone is moist, the inkstone is flat, and the inkstone pool is well designed with smooth edges.
What I am most satisfied with is the carving on it. Look, isn’t it a Qilin carved on it? It is a auspicious beast. By using this inkstone, you, my wife, will also be blessed. "
Wei Jianguo does not believe in gods or Buddhas, let alone auspicious signs, but when it comes to Song Shuqian, he is willing to believe it.
Song Shuqian took the inkstone and looked at it. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, and it was a top-quality Duan inkstone.
Although it was not used by the royal family, it was something that only wealthy families could afford.
She liked it very much. "I will use this inkstone when I give the kids paper in the future. This is also a gift from Daddy."
Looking at the girl who was as happy as a child when receiving the gift, Wei Jianguo felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart.
Romance only lasts three seconds, he is still that pragmatic and rough guy.
"Wife, I'm going to get some potatoes. Today we'll get potatoes, eggplants, and other things ready. I'll take you to the mountains tomorrow if I have time."
In the last second he was chatting warmly about children and inkstones, and in the next moment he returned to his daily life and faced the necessities of life. This is Wei Jianguo.
Song Shuqian likes him like this, he is very down-to-earth, this is life.
"Help me move the cubs to the yard and let Lightning watch them. We can do it quickly together."
"Okay, don't worry, I'll go wash the potatoes first, and you will be responsible for steaming them later."
Song Shuxi put on extra clothes for the two kids and put on the overalls she wore when working at home.
The two children seemed to know that they were going to be taken to the yard and they babbled happily.
The older they get, the more they yearn for the outside world.
They keep asking to go out, and Song Shuxi has begun to think about how to appease their hearts that yearn for freedom during the winter.
Now she can only crawl and control it, but Song Shuqian is a little worried when she will learn to walk in the future.
They were still crawling and playing, but now they were in a different environment, in the open space in the yard, and the two children were obviously happier.
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Song Shuqian was helpless, "Lightning, Moying, you two, watch over your brother and don't let him crawl outside. Call your brother if anything happens."
She went to the kitchen to watch the fire and steam potatoes.
Wei Jianguo held his forehead helplessly outside, wondering if his wife's generation was calculated wrong.
An An and Le Le should be nephews, how come they became younger brothers?
The seniority is not messed up.
But he would not correct her. A smart man should shut up at this time and just accept whatever his wife said.
As long as his wife is happy, these are all small matters. He even wears flowery shorts, so what did he say?
Wei Jianguo was drawing water from the well, washing potatoes and peeling them. These were all tasks he was used to and he finished them in a short while.
Song Shuqian steamed the shrimp until it was almost hard, let it cool, and gave it to Wei Jianguo to cut into slices and dry in the sun.
This is the most basic way of storing dried vegetables here.
When stewing in winter, the garlic sprouts are very chewy.
Similar items stored include dried beans, dried radishes, dried cucumbers and dried eggplants, plus various mushrooms and pickled vegetables, so the winter is not difficult for them here.
There are mountains and seas, and as long as people are diligent, they will not starve.
When it comes to work, ten Song Shuxi are no match for one Wei Jianguo.
He finished half a month's worth of work in one day.
Their family had a bumper harvest of black sesame this year, harvesting 40 kilograms, enough for Song Shuxi and her two children to eat for a long time. If they put them in the treasure gourd, there will be enough for them to eat next year.
Song Shuxi shook her head and boasted, "I'm really good at farm work."
Wei Jianguo praised his wife in a good-tempered manner, saying that she did make a contribution by adding spiritual liquid diluted 100 times into the soil.
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