Early September.
Zhou Dafu said that the cotton will be ready for picking in a few days, and the specific situation depends on the boll opening.
In the following days, Song Yuehua buried her head in the cotton field. She felt uneasy if she didn't watch over it herself.
The harvest season is just around the corner. If something unexpected happens, these thirty acres of cotton will be wasted.
Fortunately, the thing I worried about did not happen.
Under the careful care of Song Yuehua and Zhou Dafu, at the middle of the month, everywhere you looked was filled with white cotton wool.
On the fifth day after the cotton bolls started to grow, Zhou Dafu told Song Yuehua that it was time to pick the cotton.
The school is closed for three days.
Song Yuehua asked Grandma Wang to take the children in the family to Dongshan to pick cotton.
By the way, let Xiaoyu inform Zhang Dandan.
"Sister, do you want to call Baoer and Sister Xiaodie?" Xiaoyu asked.
"Why are you calling Xiaodie? You shouldn't go either. You should take good care of your embroidery hands. Don't lose the big picture because of the small details." Song Yuehua said, "As for Hua Baoer, tell her too."
Xie Yu said, "That little girl won't come."
"Whether she comes or not is her business, but if everyone is notified except her, then she would be too pitiful. Besides, a teacher should not be biased." Song Yuehua said with a smile.
Xie Yu slapped his forehead and said, "I lost my mind. I'll go talk to them. And call Brother Bian Wu as well. He seems to be bored staying in the house all day."
"Okay." Song Yuehua said.
"Then I'll go tell them now." Xie Yu put down his pen and ink, got up and went out.
Seeing how enthusiastic she was, Song Yuehua smiled and said, "I'm afraid Xiaoyu will be bored by attending classes every day. It would be nice to let her pick some cotton to change her mood."
Xiaoyu smiled with her lips pursed, pinching her palms, feeling a little lost.
"Although Xiaoyu can't pick cotton, can you help serve tea when the time comes?" Song Yuehua asked.
Xiaoyu nodded quickly, "Okay!"
School.
When Xie Yu came over, Bai Shu was giving a lecture to Hua Baoer. Ma Hu, Zhao Tieniang, Zhao Xiaofu and Zhang Dandan in the next room were listening with great interest.
"Didn't you just say this yesterday?" Zhao Tieniang asked in a low voice.
Zhang Dandan quickly shushed him and whispered, "Don't forget the rules. You can only listen, not ask."
Zhao Tieniang, "..."
"Sister, actually I have forgotten a little." Zhao Xiaofu whispered in Zhao Tieniang's ear and smiled embarrassedly after saying that.
Zhao Tieniang smiled softly and whispered, "It's a good thing I brought you here."
Careless, “…” Actually, I forgot too.
Bai Shu in the next room repeated the question and asked, "Now you understand."
"Yeah, I remembered them all." Hua Baoer rubbed his nose and said.
Bai Shu chuckled, took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, saying, "Wipe your nose, it's stained with ink."
"You are so patient. If it were Master Xie, he might get angry." Hua Baoer wiped her nose and said with self-awareness.
Bai Shu smiled and said nothing. 300 coins a month was nothing.
"Senior Brother Bai, you are very suitable to be a teacher. You are patient and fun when teaching." Hua Baoer said.
Bai Shu sighed and said, "My knowledge is not enough to be a teacher, but it is not a problem for me to promote you from Class D to Class C."
"Then after I go to Class C, can you still continue to teach me?" Hua Baoer said seriously with ink on the tip of her nose and blinking her big eyes.
Bai Shu took the handkerchief, dipped it in some tea, and helped her wipe it clean before saying, "Then I have to work harder before I can continue teaching you."
The conversation between the two happened to be heard by Xie Yu who was outside the door.
After hearing this, Xie Yu turned around and left silently.
Bian Wu was practicing calligraphy. When he heard a knock on the door and opened it, he saw Xie Yu with a dejected look on his face.
"Brother Bian Wu, we are going to pick cotton in Dongshan tomorrow. Do you want to go with us?" Xie Yu asked.
Bian Wu: "..." Can you say no?
"Do you want to bring anything?" Seeing her like this, Bian Wu couldn't bear to reject her kindness.
"No, Sister Song will be ready by then."
Xie Yu was about to leave when he called out to her, then ran back to the room and took out a bamboo flute. "This is a little thing I made when I was bored. Do you like it..."
Xie Yu: "…" I can't play it.
Seeing Bian Wu's sincere look, Xie Yu took it, rubbed it in his hands for a few times, and handed it back, "Why don't you play it for me to hear."
Bian Wu took the flute, sat on the doorstep and started playing it.
An unknown song with a gentle melody and melodious flute music.
In the warm yellow afterglow of the setting sun, it is like a flowing creek, curling smoke, and a pastoral poem. The return journey under the moonlight ripples out in circles, like a warm big hand.
Xie Yu calmed his anxious mood by the sound of the flute. He sat beside her, supporting his face with his hands, and listened quietly.
When the song ended, Xie Yu asked, "What's the name of this song?"
Bian Wu handed the flute to Xie Yu, "It has no name, I made it myself."
"I don't know how to play it..." Xie Yu looked embarrassed and didn't dare to take the bamboo flute.
"It's okay. I'll teach you."
Bian Wu handed the bamboo flute to Xie Yu.
"Brother Bian Wu, am I a very bad teacher?" Xie Yu asked while turning the bamboo flute in his hand and staring at his toes.
"No," Bian Wu said seriously, "A serious, responsible and attentive teacher can be called a good teacher."
Xie Yu raised his head and looked at the leaves blown by the wind in the distance.
A breeze blew over, and Xie Yu seemed to wake up. He stood up and said, "If you don't do it well enough, just change it. If there is a better way, just learn it."
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