Chen Fengxia carefully handed over the four eggs and asked, "Okay, will the eggs I get later be mine?"
Deng Xiuchun replied, "No, just bring as many as you can and then pick a few to go. If you come early, you can pick first."
Chen Fengxia smiled when she heard this, feeling satisfied. The eggs she had were quite small, so maybe she could pick out a few bigger ones later.
With this thought in mind, Chen Fengxia watched for a while and then went back.
After everything was done, everyone who had to go to work continued to work. After waiting for six or seven days, when the eggs were ready, they could go and collect them directly.
It was the height of summer and the weather was still very hot, especially at noon when the big sun in the sky could melt people.
No one went to work during the hottest days. After all, there wasn't much work to do in the fields, and people couldn't stand the heat staying there.
The younger ones also stayed at home obediently for a few days, and only played with other children in the team at five or six o'clock in the evening before it got dark.
During this time, Shen Yibei and Zhao Rongsheng came over, checked Song Jianye's legs, and brought him some August bombs.
When they came, Baoya and Tianen were both awake. It was too hot. Even though there was no sun, they couldn't sleep even if they were lying in bed.
"Yibei...Brother Yibei." Song Tianen sat up and shouted.
Baoya also blinked and looked at Shen Yibei.
Shen Yibei walked to the small bed, and seeing that Baoya was not asleep, he stretched out his hand to peel off an August fried bun and fed it to her. Baoya opened her mouth and ate it, then looked up at Shen Yibei, smiling at him with her cheeks bulging.
Shen Yibei rubbed Baoya's head, picked up the cattail leaf fan next to her and fanned her gently: "Go to sleep."
As he spoke, he handed one to Song Tianen with his other free hand, and then let them both sleep well. He stood by the bed and fanned them to give them some coolness.
Baoya and Tianen both lay down obediently and closed their eyes. It wasn't long before they both fell asleep. Shen Yibei didn't stop even after seeing them fall asleep. He continued to fan them gently until he was about to leave.
However, before leaving, Shen Yibei remembered something and said to Yang Yulan embarrassedly: “Can I borrow some money from you first?”
Although Matsutake sold a lot of money, Shen Yibei gave all the money to Baoya, so he
I still don't have any money now. But after Song Jianshe sells more matsutake mushrooms this time, I should have some, and I should be able to pay it back by then.
Song Jianye and Yang Yulan talked about the money, and knew that Shen Yibei gave Baoya a lot of money for a little cicada shell. She had always thought that she was keeping it for him first, so she didn't hesitate at all at this moment:
"Sure, how much do you want? I'll get it for you."
Finally, Shen Yibei took the money given by Yang Yulan and went back with Zhao Rongsheng.
Five days passed in a blink of an eye, and Song Jianshe, who had been in the city for a while, came back.
It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when he came back. He was hungry all the way. As soon as he entered the door, he didn't even bother to say a word. He quickly put down his bag and ran to the kitchen to find something to eat.
But it was so hot that day, there was no room for leftovers. In the end, Feng Guizhi poured some water into the pot and made him a bowl of egg soup to fill his stomach.
Song Jianshe took the bowl and gulped down a few big mouthfuls, while Feng Guizhi greased some oil, took the steamed buns from the basket, cut them into slices, and fried them in the pan. This was done quickly, and after they were fried, they handed them to Song Jianshe, who took two big bites and started eating with the egg soup.
Only when he felt full did Song Jianshe put down the bowl, stroking his stomach with relief.
Seeing that it was getting quite late, Song Jianshe didn't say anything more and told Feng Guizhi to go back to bed. He rested for a while, then washed the dishes and went back to bed.
The journey was so tiring that Song Jianshe almost fell asleep as soon as he lay down.
After a good night's sleep, Song Jianshe woke up feeling refreshed. Chen Xiuxiu was busy making breakfast in the kitchen, so he took his bag and went into the main room to find Feng Guizhi.
"Mom." Song Jianshe was in high spirits, with a look of joy on his face.
Feng Guizhi looked up at him and frowned: "Why are you so tanned?"
"..." Song Jianshe's smile froze on his face. He rubbed his face with his hand and said hesitantly, "It's not too dark, is it?"
He'd been out and about a lot these days, and hadn't really paid attention to whether he was getting any darker. But he'd been pretty fair before, so he figured he wouldn't be too dark now...right?
Song Jianshe had been in the city for nearly half a month, and when he returned, he looked quite darker. It was late yesterday, and the light was dim, so Feng Guizhi hadn't been able to see him clearly. Only now did she notice how much darker he had become.
"You will be alone later
"Look in the mirror." Feng Guizhi didn't argue with him about this issue. After all, who among the farmers didn't have dark skin? Take Song Aiguo and Song Aimin, for example. They were exposed to the sun every day, and their whole bodies were almost as black as charcoal. Compared to them, Song Jianshe was still relatively white.
"What's the matter?"
Song Jianshe was about to speak when Baoya came over. She had a cloth bag full of fried August fried food in her hand and was offering it to Feng Guizhi.
"Milk, eat it." Baoya carefully held it and gave it to Feng Guizhi.
Feng Guizhi smiled, took it, peeled one, and put it to Baoya's mouth: "Baoya, you are so thoughtful, try it for me first."
Baoya opened her mouth and ate it. After tasting it carefully, she said, "Sweet~"
Then she peeled one with her little hands and gave it to Feng Guizhi. Song Jianshe smiled and squatted down to look at Baoya: "Baoya, you only feed your milk and don't want to eat your fourth uncle?"
Baoya blinked and looked at Song Jianshe, with a moment of confusion in her eyes.
"..." Song Jianshe understood Baoya's expression. She didn't recognize him...! He couldn't help but touch his face. Was he so dark now? So dark that Baoya couldn't recognize him?
Feng Guizhi laughed as she watched. She held Baoya on her lap and said knowingly, "This is your fourth uncle."
Baoya stared at Song Jianshe for several times before she recognized him. She smiled at Song Jianshe with a bit of embarrassment, then turned her head and hid in Feng Guizhi's arms.
"Uncle, eat~"
Song Jianshe smiled, reached out to rub Baoya's head, and continued what he was saying.
"Mom, I sold two matsutake mushrooms for five yuan and sixty cents this time, and the rest I made a total of four yuan and seventy cents, plus some food coupons and other things."
After saying all this, Song Jianshe finally got to the point: "Mom, I also sold that old Yuan."
His expression suddenly became serious. After looking around, he lowered his voice and said, "Old Yuan sold it for 68 yuan."
Sixty-eight! Feng Guizhi was surprised to hear this. She had never imagined that Old Yuan could be sold for so much money.
Song Jianshe was also very nervous. He asked around for several days, but the bids from different people were different. After asking more about the market, he finally found someone who offered a high price and was reliable to sell it to.
Song Jianshe took out the money, a stack of paper bills stacked together, it looked like a lot. Feng Guizhi took it and counted it, thinking
She was a little excited, but she soon regained her composure.
She remembered that the old man Yuan was picked up by Zhao Rongsheng, so the money should belong to him. Feng Guizhi looked down at the money in her hand and took out two ten-yuan notes:
"Those twenty yuan are for our family. The remaining forty-eight yuan still belongs to your Uncle Zhao. Consider it as something we have for now."
Song Jianshe had no objection. After all, they didn't pick up the items, so they got the twenty yuan for free.
"Have you bought the things I asked you to buy?" Feng Guizhi carefully smoothed out the money and folded it.
"I bought it. We have plenty of rice and flour at home now, so I didn't buy more. I only bought Uncle Zhao's portion. Three pounds of white flour and three pounds of rice, and some pork bones." There was also a watermelon and a can of malted milk.
Song Jianshe wanted to buy more, but it was so hot that he couldn't keep anything out, so he didn't dare buy anything like pork. He decided to wait until the weather was a little cooler and buy some more meat for his family.
Feng Guizhi nodded and said, "Then you can send it over when you are free."
Baoya sat on Feng Guizhi's lap, listening to them talk, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had just heard Old Yuan and her grandmother say that Grandpa Zhao had picked it up. But, but...
Baoya suddenly remembered a dream she had before. In the dream, her ex-father picked up Lao Yuantou and sold it for a lot of money.
Baoya frowned, unable to understand why. She simply stopped thinking about it, thinking that maybe her little brain was too small and she remembered it wrongly.
Song Jianshe put the watermelon in the bucket to cool it down, and cut it up and ate it at noon. After putting it away, Song Jianshe went back to the east room. Li Qingyan was reading a book after cleaning up, and Yuanbao was lying on the bed coaxing Tiantian to play.
"I found a few more books for you. Take a look and see if they are right." Seeing Li Qingyan working so hard, Song Jianshe
He took out the book he found in the city and handed it to Li Qingyan.
She knew Song Jianshe was back when he came into the house yesterday, so she wasn't surprised to see him now. However, it was dark yesterday so she couldn't see him clearly, and now she saw that Song Jianshe had darkened considerably.
Li Qingyan stared at it for a few seconds before looking away. She took the book from his hand and couldn't help but feel happy: "This book is just what I need."
"That's fine." Song Jianshe also smiled happily.
Yuanbao was coaxing
Tiantian heard the voice of sending Song Jianshe and turned around to see him. He looked at her several times, frowned, and approached Li Qingyan, then pointed at Song Jianshe and asked with a frown:
"Mom, who is this person? He looks a bit like Dad."
Li Qingyan couldn't help laughing when she heard it. She looked up at Song Jianshe and laughed even harder.
"..." Song Jianshe was stunned. How tanned was he? His son didn't even recognize him! He turned around and quickly looked for a mirror. When he looked at himself, he almost scared himself.
"Why am I so dark?!"
Li Qingyan couldn't help but laugh and said, "How long have you been running around outside? You should wear a hat next time."
Yuanbao looked at Li Qingyan, then at Song Jianshe, and finally confirmed that the man in front of him was his biological father.
When it was time for breakfast, everyone sat at the same table. When they saw Song Jianshe suddenly return, the first thing they said was, "Old Four, why are you so dark?"
“…” Song Jianshe wiped his face.
At noon, Feng Guizhi cut a small piece of watermelon into each of them. The cool watermelon was juicy and incredibly sweet. As the whole family ate it, they felt the sweetness spread to their hearts.
In the evening, after dinner, when Song Jianshe was about to wait until dark to deliver rice and flour to Zhao Rongsheng and others, he was suddenly stopped.
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