Some aunts shook their heads when they saw Song Jinxiu's appetite, which was as big as a kitten's.
In their opinion, eating more can make the body stronger and get sick less often!
Some aunts also secretly thought that since she eats so little, she would be easy to feed and it would be a good idea to marry her home.
Even if you don't go to the fields, you can do housework at home, right?
He owns a house and land, is an educated person, and currently works as a teacher with an income.
As for the mourning period, what's there to worry about? It's already the second year. If you're interested, just talk it over first. Just wait until three years are up before getting married!
Song Jinxiu had no idea of the twists and turns in her aunt's mind.
She lay listlessly on the wooden barrel with a small stool sitting under her butt.
I miss air conditioning very much. Let’s not talk about air conditioning, a fan will do. Let’s not talk about fan.
What else can we say if not fans?
I feel like I'm about to faint from the heat. It would be great if there was a breeze blowing at this time.
Just as Song Jinxiu finished her thought, she noticed a breeze blowing behind her.
Look around, no one!
Song Jinxiu was overjoyed. Could it be that she had the koi-like physique that made her wishes come true?
If so, please don't let the wind stop.
The wind didn't stop.
Oh my god, myself...
Song Jinxiu covered her mouth happily. No, there were so many people around, but it was only around her that the wind blew. Wasn't it too strange?
Song Jinxiu looked around and sure enough, several aunts were looking at her!
Stop, stop, stop! Song Jinxiu reluctantly stopped the wind!
The wind stopped, and Song Jinxiu felt a chill in her heart!
Is this what it feels like to have mountains of gold and silver but not be able to use them? It's so heartbreaking!
Song Jinxiu covered her heart with her hands, feeling heartbroken!
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Liu Ankang asked Song Jinxiu, who had a tense face.
"No, I just feel so miserable and sad. You little brat won't understand. Go and play somewhere else!" Song Jinxiu said sadly, then waved her hand to drive Liu Ankang away.
I'm feeling sad that I can't use my special abilities!
"Here you go." Liu Ankang handed a palm-leaf fan to Song Jinxiu, "If you feel hot, fan yourself."
Song Jinxiu looked at the fan, then at Liu Ankang. Then she looked back at the spot where he had come from and pointed at him in disbelief.
Thinking of the wind!
Liu Ankang fanned her with his fan and asked doubtfully, "Don't you need to go and have a look?"
Song Jinxiu was petrified. The wind blew, and it was quite cool, blowing deep into her heart!
Woohoo! My own special ability! Pay me, pay me now!
"I'm fine, it's just too hot and I don't have the energy!" Although Song Jinxiu's mind was in turmoil, she pretended to be calm and said this.
"Come here and drink the mung bean soup before you leave." Song Jinxiu stopped Liu Ankang who was turning around to leave.
He and his friends had just been picking rice ears in the fields. Thinking of Song Jinxiu's outfit in the morning, he knew that she would definitely have a hard time at noon.
When he came over to take a look, he saw her lying there half-dead. Liu Ankang was afraid that she had heatstroke.
I ran to get a palm-leaf fan and helped fan her for a while. Seeing that she was alright, I prepared to leave!
Liu Ankang walked over obediently, drank a bowl of mung bean soup and left.
So without a fan, I can only think about a fan, alas.
Song Jinxiu shook it slowly, then quickly, until her hands were about to break, and it felt hotter and hotter.
This damn weather, the wind is so hot.
This torture lasted for several days. Even when everyone was busy threshing rice, Song Jinxiu was not interested.
After threshing and drying for a few days, the grains can be weighed and stored.
This year's output is very impressive and everyone is in high spirits.
The village also had a discussion about Song Jinxiu's remuneration.
Mainly the village elders and students' parents.
"There has never been a teacher in our village. Why don't we ask how much teachers in the city are paid and then pay them the same!" said a parent.
"No, how can she compare with the teachers in the city? They are all very knowledgeable. Look at this one in our village, what does she have?" another person objected.
"Yeah, she just helps take care of the kids, and I give her some money based on her situation.
Look at her, she can't even farm, so we should find her a lighter job!" another person echoed.
"There are many teachers in the city, but in our village, there is only one teacher. Shouldn't we pay him more salaries?" another person said.
"The teacher in the city teaches several classes, why don't you tell me? He's a serious teacher in the city."
"What's wrong with Xiao Song?"
"Don't be so funny, is this what I'm talking about?"
"Of course not, my child can now recognize words, recite poems, and do math.
Did you see that performance a few days ago? They even sang and danced. That’s probably all they teach in the city!”
"Of course not, let me tell you. My four-year-old can sing for me when he goes home, and it makes my wife very happy.
I was just talking about taking her to visit relatives in town during the New Year. You don’t know that last year when we went to visit relatives, my wife came back very angry.
Isn't there a girl of the same age at my sister-in-law's house in town? She went to some red education class and learned to jump a few times, which made my sister-in-law very proud.
They said children need to be nurtured from a young age, and that my child doesn’t know anything, so this year we’ll let her see what our child can do!
"My kid can sing it too, and he sings beautifully!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
The discussion was very heated. Some people thought that we should follow the teacher's standards, while others thought that it was just helping to take care of the children and didn't require so much.
Generally speaking, most people agreed. Song Jinxiu's unintentional performance before the harvest turned out to be a feat to test her achievements.
Finally, the village decided that each person should pay 30 kilograms of fine grain every year. Just because Xiao Song agreed to be a teacher without asking for any compensation, we can't disappoint him!
Besides, if the salary is too low and the child quits, where will we find another teacher? Will you teach them yourself? Or will you let the child continue to be illiterate?
Although it is a bit painful to give out the grain, but when I think of this year's bumper harvest and my children's recent progress, I can grit my teeth and give it out.
Since the students’ parents had no objection, it was decided right away!
Song Jinxiu didn't care about these things. She didn't have to bask in the sun in the threshing ground. She just felt that the world was beautiful again.
Especially when a group of children took her running all over the mountain.
Autumn is the harvest season, and Song Jinxiu covets all kinds of wild fruits.
Raspberry, mountain red all over the mountain.
They didn't want the mountain red, so Song Jinxiu took them all. There are many delicious dishes that can be made with mountain red, but it's a bit sugary.
From now until winter, there will be an endless supply of edible things on the mountain.
After the wheat is harvested, the next step is to harvest sweet potatoes, potatoes, and miscellaneous grains.
Harvesting corn is also the happiest thing for a child.
The adults are responsible for collecting food, and the children are responsible for finding sweet potatoes.
This is also the part where you get the most sugar in a year!
Song Jinxiu didn't dare to go into the cornfield. It was as airtight as a steamer. Walking through the narrow ridges, the big, hairy leaves made her neck and arms itchy and painful.
She was responsible for following a group of children and using her 5.2 eyesight to help search.
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