Because the whole family had diarrhea at night, we all got up very late today. Fortunately, the autumn harvest is over and there is nothing important to do.
Sun Ye slept until eight or nine o'clock. When he woke up, it was bright outside. Sitting on the bed, Sun Ye was quite surprised that the rooster didn't crow today. Little did he know that it was because he slept too deeply and the crowing couldn't wake him up.
I quickly tidied myself up. The autumn harvest was over, but the work in the research institute was not over yet, so I had to be busy for a while.
Sun Ye ran very fast with a corn tortilla in her mouth. It was the first time she was late in the institute, so she was inevitably a little anxious.
As expected, the doors of the research institute were all open, and there were figures swaying inside. Sun Ye swallowed the corn tortilla in two or three bites, and swallowed it all with a gulp. It was fast, but it was a bit hard on his throat.
"Ye Zi, you're here."
It was Lin Qianjin. He was carefully examining the roots, stems, and leaves of each pepper plant. Hearing a noise behind him, he turned around and saw Sun Ye running out of breath.
"Well, the teacher didn't say anything."
Lin Qianjin understood what Sun Ye meant. He just shook his head and said, "Nothing much. He's in the lab. He said if you come, he'll harvest all the rice you planted, pulling it up one by one, root by root. When he's done, give the professor a copy of the data and write an article about your experience and conclusions from planting to harvesting the rice."
"oh."
Sun Ye sighed deeply. She still had to write an article. She patted her cheeks to make herself look less helpless. She actually didn't like writing those flowery articles. She understood the principle, so why couldn't she understand the meaning?
However, the teacher still had to do her homework. She walked slowly and fetched a winnowing basket, squatted at the edge of the rice field, and used a small hoe to dig up the soil. It was not that she was unwilling to pull out the rice with her hands, but the roots were broken when she pulled them out, which obviously did not meet the teacher's requirements.
The professors were all in the laboratory, and only Sun Ye, Lin Qianjin and Guo Jianwu were in the yard outside.
"Ye Zi, why are you late today? It's not like you."
Lin Qianjin couldn't keep his mouth shut while he was working. If he didn't talk, he would feel uncomfortable, as if something was missing.
Sun Ye glanced at Lin Qianjin, his eyes filled with curiosity, almost overflowing with it.
He dug the small hoe into the soil, lifted it up, and a whole rice stalk stood on the hoe. Then he said slowly:
"I got up late, so what?"
"You still like to sleep in? I can't tell."
Lin Qianjin sighed and shook his head, then continued, "I thought I was the only one who liked to sleep in. You don't know that the best time to sleep is in the morning. It's a blessing to sleep a little longer."
Sun Ye's hands kept moving, everything was in perfect order, and he replied nonchalantly: "If I had the conditions, I could sleep until noon, isn't that possible?"
"Zhiyin, I can't understand why Brother Wu doesn't like such a beautiful thing as sleeping."
"Brother Guo doesn't like sleeping?"
Before Guo Jianwu could speak, Lin Qianjin spoke first: "Ye Zi, you don't know, this guy gets up before dawn every day and runs circles and punches in the yard, every day without fail."
Sun Ye could only express her admiration. In the past, she might have been able to be so self-disciplined, but now she dared not even think about it. Being able to get up early on time already required perseverance. Being a salted fish was so comfortable, and she liked salted fish.
The three of them talked and worked, and time passed quickly. All of Sun Ye's rice was shoveled out, neatly stacked in a winnowing basket, and the dirt at the roots was shaken off, which marked the first step of the work.
I went to get paper and pen. The research institute provided enough paper and pen. There were a total of thirty-six plants, and forty-one were planted. However, only thirty-six survived and produced crops, so the survival rate was considered good.
He carefully recorded each plant, writing with the pen in his hand very quickly. The words he wrote became a little sloppy, but they were still recognizable. They were elegant and lively, and had their own style.
Lin Qianjin finished and stood behind Sun Ye, watching Sun Ye's writing flow smoothly. Seeing Sun Ye's handwriting, he couldn't help but said in surprise: "Ye Zi, your handwriting is really good!"
Sun Ye looked up, perhaps because he was used to seeing his own handwriting and didn't feel anything, so he said, "You can write it too, as long as you write more."
"Haven't I written enough? I have to write almost 500,000 or 600,000 words every year." Lin Qianjin wailed.
Sun Ye paused, thought for a moment, and continued, "Then your handwriting should be pretty good."
After saying this, Sun Ye felt the footsteps of the person behind her gradually moving away. She turned around and took a look, wondering if she had said something wrong.
No matter what, Lin Qian recovered quickly and would be well again soon. He would be able to recover on his own and be full of energy.
Sun Ye lowered his head and continued to write, counting the rice grains one by one, not leaving a single grain behind. It was a slow job.
“Pah.”
The notebook he was writing on was covered by another notebook. His vision darkened. Lin Qianjin pointed at the notebook he had taken and said, "Ye Zi, how about this handwriting?"
Sun Ye was stunned. What kind of statement was this? Could it be that this was written by Lin Qianjin?
With this curiosity, Sun Ye opened the notebook. The handwriting on it was clear and neat, and each stroke was sharp, which was completely inconsistent with Lin Qianjin's personality.
"This handwriting is very good, neat and clean, without any dragging or sloppiness. Brother Lin, this is your handwriting, it doesn't look like it."
Lin Qianjin touched his head, took back the notebook, and said to Sun Ye: "This is not written by me, how did you recognize it..."
Sun Ye couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand. After a while, he said to Lin Qianjin, "Brother Lin, my good brother, I have been in the research institute for a long time. It's not like I haven't seen your handwriting before. How can I not recognize it? Moreover, this handwriting has a hidden edge. I guess the owner of this handwriting is an ambitious person."
Don't get me wrong, ambition here is a positive word. I'm sure Lin Qianjin will understand this, so Sun Ye won't add this sentence in vain.
"She is indeed very ambitious."
Sun Ye found that Lin Qianjin's eyes were full of longing and tenderness when he said this.
After understanding what was going on, he stopped talking and let Lin Qianjin be alone without disturbing his thoughts.
When he got home, Sun Ye took a notebook with him. He was going to write an article, which should be no less than 5,000 words and must be full of sincerity and insight.
Sun Ye was thinking about how to start writing this article all the way. To be honest, this piece of rice was not her little rice, and she felt sad. She thought she should be able to write about her own feelings about the little rice, but Sun Ye was a little unsure.
Thinking of the original little rice, Sun Ye felt depressed. She remembered that she had a different feeling when she held the little rice. It was mysterious.
After all, their fate was shallow. She planted a willow tree unintentionally, and the willow tree grew into a shade, but it could not shade her.
However, I still have to write down the traces of this little rice plant's existence. Maybe one day it will appear again in some unexpected form.
The most important thing after returning home is to help Sun's mother, and writing should be put aside for the time being. Sun Ye is responsible for lighting the fire, washing and cutting vegetables, and doing all the preparation work.
After continuous experiments, everyone in the Sun family unanimously agreed that Sun Ye did not master the popular skill of cooking, and asked her not to cook again, as their stomachs could not withstand Sun Ye's dark cuisine.
It was a good job to make a fire in this weather. It was warm and toasty. The fire made Sun Ye's face red and flames flickered in the pupils of his eyes.
Life passed by uneventfully, and in a blink of an eye it was 1976. Today the brigade slaughtered pigs, which meant they could have meat to eat.
That day, Sun Ye handed in the article that had exhausted her energy to her teacher early in the morning, along with all the data about the rice. Sun Ye was satisfied with the results of the rice. After all, this was her first time to grow rice with real hands, and she did it completely independently. It was good as long as the rice could mature and bear fruit.
After handing in her homework, Sun Ye went home. She finally got to see the pig-slaughtering scene. It was not easy. For 13 years, she only heard the pigs squealing but never saw them being slaughtered.
Sun Ye went with Sun Miao. Sun Miao was brave and came to watch the pig slaughtering every year.
Sun Ye watched as several men drove three pigs over. The pigs walked in a very beautiful way, with their buttocks twisting from side to side and their tails curled up and resting on their backs. The pigs were not dirty and were taken care of by the pig farmers to be clean, white and plump.
Hearing people around him say that the pig was quite fat, Sun Ye held Sun Miao's hand, feeling a little nervous and a little reluctant, an indescribable emotion.
Sun Ye watched as the pig was pinned to the bench, unable to move. The pig's howling was piercing, as if it knew its life would end today, so it howled with all its might. Sun Ye couldn't help but cover her ears and watched the butcher walk towards the pig with a sharp knife. Sun Ye turned her eyes away, not wanting to see this scene, which was a bit bloody.
Sun Miao watched with great interest. It could be said that anyone who came to watch this had to feel a certain level of psychological pressure as they were used to it.
Sun Ye told Sun Miao that she wanted to go back. She was still not used to the scene and would come back after the animal was killed and ready to be eaten.
How could Sun Miao let Sun Ye go back alone? Of course he felt obligated to accompany Sun Ye back. They slaughtered pigs every year, so this time would be no different.
Seeing Sun Ye and Sun Miao coming back, Sun's mother laughed and asked, "Why are you back? Didn't you insist on going to see it? How was it? Was it good?"
"Mom, that pig is so pitiful."
Sun Ye finally said what she had been holding in her heart all the way. Really, after watching the pig being slaughtered, she was afraid she wouldn't want to eat pork anymore.
Sun's mother was completely laughing this time. After a long while, she said, "It's pitiful. I didn't see you eat less."
Sun Ye choked. That was before, and she didn't know that killing pigs was so cruel. But now that she knows, she probably can't eat its meat, right?
When she thought of this, Sun Ye had a small question mark in her heart. Could she really not eat meat? Meat was so delicious, wouldn't it be a pity not to eat it?
Sun Ye was conflicted and frowned unconsciously, which made Sun Miao and his mother laugh.
Sun Ye looked at this and that with confused eyes, feeling that none of them understood his dilemma.
Facts have proved that when meat is placed in front of you, you have to eat it. Pigs are so cute, it would be a sin not to eat it.
Sun Ye touched his round belly and took a step forward. Suddenly, Sun Miao said:
"Pigs are so pitiful. They are so pitiful that they are not eaten less."
This caused Sun Ye to chase after Sun Miao, and he forgot the rule that it is not advisable to do strenuous exercise after a meal.
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