Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Daily life during summer vacation.
After the fifth grade students finished their junior high school entrance exams, the really hot summer days began.
The children often run around in the mountains and are full of energy. There are also many shade trees on the mountain, so they don’t feel how unbearable this hot day is.
Those who were still working in the fields were suffering. Every time Liu Shuangcui came back at noon, her chest and back were wet with sweat.
Mu Mian felt sorry for her mother, so she made some summer-cooling tea for her every day and delivered it to her twice a day, in the morning and in the afternoon.
It's a sunny day like this. If you don't drink a little, you'll easily get heatstroke.
The weather was particularly hot today, so Mu Mian and her grandmother cooked a little more at home, making two large pots in total. They waited until it cooled down before carrying it to the fields.
Mu Mian had just picked up the pot when she heard her grandmother shout, "Put on your straw hat."
In this weather, if you stay outside for a long time, it is no exaggeration to say that you will get sunburned.
Mu Mian put down the kettle, "Oh yeah, I forgot."
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There is a lot of work to do in the fields this month. We need to weed the soybean fields, build ridges and dig ditches to divert water to the rice fields, and remove the ears of corn...
There is a lot of work to do.
Liu Shuangcui is at the cornfield. The corn is growing well this year. It looks tall, straight and green, which is very pleasing to the eye.
When Mu Mian arrived, Comrade Liu Shuangcui had just finished a trip.
On her left is Cao Chunfeng, who is at a similar level of progress as her, and on her right is Nie Sihui, who was recently assigned to their group and had just started working not long ago.
Nie Zhiqing was not skilled and his progress was slow.
However, for someone who has never done farm work, being able to keep up at the beginning is already considered very capable.
Mu Mian waved, "Mom, come over and rest for a while."
Liu Shuangcui walked over and sat down on the edge of the field. She took off her straw hat and fanned herself, sweat running down her cheeks to her neck.
Mu Mian poured the summer-cooling tea in the pot into the jar her mother brought, and Liu Shuangcui took it and gulped down half of the jar.
Cao Chunfeng also sat beside him and drank half a cup of tea. "Mian girl, you came early today. I haven't seen my eldest daughter yet."
Mu Mian smiled and said, "I can't tell what time it is now. I'll come when it's almost time."
After Liu Shuangcui finished drinking most of the jar, she poured a little more.
She picked up the pot and said, "I'm cooking so much today."
Mu Mian nodded, "Yeah, I'm afraid you don't have enough to drink."
Liu Shuangcui put down the pot and looked at the
Nie Sihui finished her work and said, "How about pouring some water for the young educated youth Nie? I saw that she had already finished the jar of water she brought."
This little girl is a little younger than her son Mu Zhuo.
He came all the way here from such a long distance, feeling so pitiful all alone.
Mu Mian nodded, "Okay."
Then he called out again, "Sister Sihui, come over and have a rest and some tea."
Speaking of it, the way people get along with each other is really amazing.
Although Nie Sihui was the last educated youth to arrive, Mu Mian got along best with her.
When we meet in the team, we can chat casually. After a while, we become more familiar with each other and even call each other by familiar names.
Nie Sihui was indeed extremely thirsty, hot and tired.
She didn't pretend to be polite and sat over with the jar, "Thank you, Xiaomian."
Mu Mian said generously, "Don't be polite, drink more! There's still plenty."
There was some dirt on the edge of the jar, but Nie Sihui was too tired to care and just gulped down a few big gulps.
The main point is that even if it’s not clean, you won’t get sick if you eat it.
After pouring all the tea in the two pots, Mu Mian carried the tea back and met many children delivering water on the way.
The weather was hot, so Mu Mian didn't go out.
She was reading and writing in the room. She had already written several manuscripts bit by bit.
In fact, if we only talk about the royalties, comic books still earn more.
Mu Mian can draw, and he is quite good at it. It may not be comparable to those great artists, but his works can be described as lifelike.
To sum it up, he has some talent, but it's not at the ceiling level.
However, submissions for comic books have to be submitted whole volumes at a time, which takes an extremely long time.
As for this stuff, after Mu Mian finished reading the four books he bought last time, he is now in a state of "having some ideas but not many".
So he put more energy into periodicals. These youth periodicals are mainly aimed at teenagers. The authors are not too old and the articles are short, which is just right for Mu Mian.
Of course, the premise of all this is that her submission can be selected, otherwise all the previous considerations will be in vain.
After Mu Mian finished polishing an article, she found that her pen was out of ink. She didn't put down the pen, but went out to get some water to drink.
Under the eaves of the yard, Zhao Meihua and Aunt Li were sitting in the shade, sewing and talking.
Aunt Li saw someone and called out, "Mian girl is at home. I didn't hear any sound and I thought she was running in the mountains."
Zhao Meihua: "She complained about the heat and has been reading books in the house these days. I can't understand what she is writing."
Aunt Li: "You really can sit still. My two brats have to work so hard to finish their homework, and I've never seen them open a book."
Zhao Meihua: "Little kids, each one has his own personality."
Mu Mian smiled and stood beside her grandmother, praising Aunt Li's two grandsons.
Then he looked at the thing in the old lady's arms and asked curiously, "What is this thing you sewed? It looks like a pair of big pants to me."
She recognized this cloth; it was given to the old lady by her second and third aunts when she celebrated her 60th birthday some time ago.
It was said that it was used to make a waistcoat for the old lady so that she could wear it when the weather got cold so that her back would not catch a cold.
Dark purple, very suitable for the elderly.
Zhao Meihua stretched it out and shook it open to show her granddaughter, "It's just a pair of big shorts."
Mu Mian: "Aren't these clothes made for you by your second and third aunts? Why did you make a pair of big pants for me? Are you making them for my dad?"
Zhao Meihua laughed, "Why would I do this for your father? He has your mother to worry about. He's already grown up, why would I need to take care of him? This is for Xiao Zhuo."
Oh yes, and her older brother too.
Mu Mian scratched her head. She went out to dry the sun for a while, then came back and stared at the manuscript for a long time. Her mind was a little confused.
The old lady has almost finished sewing.
Mu Mian thought about her elder brother, looked at the red thread in the sewing box next to her, and asked excitedly, "Grandma, can I sew two stitches?"
Zhao Meihua held up her trouser waist and trembled, "What do you want to sew?"
Mu Mian chuckled, "Sew a peace for big brother inside!"
Aunt Li replied, "That's good. They are soldiers, and they don't ask for anything else, but they just want peace."
Zhao Meihua also thought this was a good implication. She took the shorts and looked at them over and over again, "Where should I sew it? On the buttocks?"
Mu Mian imagined what the finished product would look like and couldn't help laughing. "Not impossible. One word on each side. That's called Purple Butt Peace!"
The two old ladies were stunned at the same time, reacted for about a second, and then burst into laughter.
Aunt Li laughed so hard that she put her hands on her hips and said, "Oh my, why are you so funny?!"
Zhao Meihua touched her granddaughter's head and said, "Where does Tiantian get so many ideas?"
Mu Mian acted cute and said, "It was obviously grandma's idea, not mine."
She didn't say to sew it on the buttocks.
After he finished speaking, Mu Mian continued, "But I think we should not do that. The seam at the buttocks will rub against my buttocks, and it will probably be uncomfortable to wear. Let's sew the leg side instead. This area is spacious."
Zhao Meihua handed over the large pair of shorts in her hand, "Okay, you can do it as you see fit."
Aunt Li came over with great interest, and then realized, "Mian girl can also sew?"
Zhao Meihua: "It's her mother's fault. She's very skillful."
Aunt Li showed an envious expression, "As the saying goes, children are like their parents. Our family is really full of idiots."
The two old ladies gathered together and chatted with each other.
Mu Mian felt it was a bit too hot outside, so he simply took it back home.
In fact, sewing words into cloth is a really technical job, and it cannot be done with just a few stitches.
Fortunately, there is no need to rush.
In the evening, when Comrade Mu Fugui came back, he was very excited when he heard about this matter. "Get me one too. I'll make a fortune!"
"Just sew it on the buttocks. Sit on it every day and you will get rich!"
It was a good idea, but there was no purple cloth at home, which made Mu Fugui very regretful.
Two more days passed.
Mu Mian sewed it and made a layer at the trouser leg. You have to turn it over to see the words inside, and it can't be seen from the outside.
Liu Shuangcui packed up the things she wanted to send to Mu Zhuo, while Mu Mian wrote a reply letter nearby.
The last time her brother wrote back, they hadn't replied yet.
Because Mu Zhuo said at the end of the letter that they would go to another base for joint training, which might take about a month.
So I didn’t send it before, and now it’s probably almost finished, so it’s just the right time to send it.
Mu Mian finished writing down what she wanted to say, then looked up and asked Liu Shuangcui, "Mom, do you have anything to say?"
Liu Shuangcui shook her head, "No, what can I tell you from such a long distance? Just write as you see fit."
Mu Fugui squeezed over and said, "I have one. Let me talk to your brother."
Mu Fugui picked up the pen, glanced at what his daughter had written, paused for two seconds, and put the pen down again.
He made way for her and said, "Come on, girl, you write it. I tell you to write it!"
Liu Shuangcui saw through it at a glance and joked, "What? Are you embarrassed to write your ugly handwriting?"
Mu Fugui sighed, "As long as people can recognize this character, it's not ugly."
The burly man said something tough but then changed the subject, "But I have to say, my daughter's handwriting is really beautiful, and it's getting more and more beautiful."
Mu Mian smiled sweetly, "Follow my brother."
Her brother's handwriting is really beautiful, sharp and bold.
As for her handwriting, it could only be barely described as neat, like a very childish font.
There's nothing we can do about it. After all, she is just an elementary school student now. The gradual progress in the past few months can only take her to this level. Any more will arouse suspicion.
Liu Shuangcui laughed out loud, "You little bastard, you really don't leave anyone behind."
Mu Mian rolled his eyes, "Hehe, then this...is indeed what happened to you two."
To be honest, her parents' handwriting is really ugly and each has its own unique style.
She was shocked when she saw her father writing a letter for the first time. She never thought that the stroke order of a single character could be so messed up.
It's written in large letters, with one character taking up two or three lines.
Mu Fugui rubbed his daughter's head and said, "You dislike your father."
Mu Mian shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, this isn't what Dad is good at. No one can beat you when it comes to killing pigs!"
"Dad, what do you want to say to Big Brother? I'll continue writing."
Upon hearing this, Mu Fugui immediately started talking.
At first I agreed to only write two sentences, but I ended up writing two pages and almost couldn’t stop.
Mu Mian shook her hands halfway through writing. Helping her father write letters was really a hard job.
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