Chapter 865

Catching crickets, chaining grasshoppers, copying dragonflies, sticking cicadas, catching fireflies at night, catching beetles for race, the capital has a peaceful life with twins.

At the end of the week, when he learned that the watermelon harvest season had officially begun, Zhang Guoqing planned to lead his three sons to experience life in the western suburbs.

A third wheel of a car was driven out of the gate of the courtyard by him. A pair of young brothers in the car tightly grasped the handrail and began to howl loudly.

"Fly, fly."

"Ah Ah... "

Ping An showed a bright smile around her. She grasped the safety belt of her two brothers and felt the cool coming from the wind.

After driving for a while, Zhang Guoqing slowed down his speed and yelled: "how about it? Is it cool? "

The three brothers nodded and responded in a loud voice.

With Zhang Guoqing, the father's one after another of the figure games, the children's sense of loss without a mother around them also dissipated a lot.

This time, the father and son's destination is to go to the courtyard where Zhou Xiao is in the countryside. There is an advantage of being close to the mountain. The dry land watermelon is very sweet.

Zhang Guoqing brought the children to play. In addition to letting the twins know about rural life, he also planned to take some watermelon to the welfare home on the way back, so that his sons could show their love.

It's only three yuan for a kilo of watermelon. Even a small piece of a child is enough to make those children happy for a long time.

Captain Zhou sent a message a few days ago. Hearing the sound of motorcycles, he immediately came to the sun drying ground. Sure enough, it was the boy with the cubs.

"Uncle, busy."

"How do you bring the children here? There are mosquitoes here. Be careful

"OK. Baby, call somebody

After saying hello, Zhang Guoqing led his three sons back with Captain Zhou. While walking, he said, "is the busy farming still not over? Are you all having dinner in the dining hall

Team leader Zhou knew that he couldn't hide it from him and gave him a headache. This son of a bitch doesn't look like a father. He makes trouble with his son. It's a good day in the city, but I can't forget what I've been playing here.

"At noon, we have big cakes and we have big dregs of porridge. Don't worry about the kids starving? "

Without waiting for Zhang Guoqing to reply, Ping An patted his chest to guarantee that his three brothers would be OK. The twins, whom he had turned into the ditch, nodded in support of his brother.

In terms of experiencing life, apart from letting the children see what the village children are busy with, Zhang Guoqing can't really let the children do farm work for a long time.

First, feed the three sons to drink water, change them into long clothes and trousers, take them to the wheat field, and let them play with the village children.

If you look at the loach, you can tell them if you want to go with them.

Ping An has been to the countryside with him many times. Knowing what he means, Ping'an guides his brothers to pick up wheat ears and put them in cloth bags first. Anyway, he knew that when the three brothers were hot and wet, his father would be the first to take them away.

Once again, I saw fleas on the children in the village around me. The white lice eggs on the girl's head gave him a silent glance at his father.

Fortunately, their three brothers were bald, otherwise they would have been infected if they were so close!

The two little turnip heads did not know anything about it. They cheered happily and squatted down to pick them up. They wished that all the young brothers and sisters would leave.

Ping An looked at his brothers with pity. Silly brother, you're in a trap! No matter how much you pick it up, it's not from our family. Dad would say it's a public thing.

Remembering that he was cheated by his father in the past years, Ping An has to cry for himself.

After seeing twins for more than an hour, Zhang Guoqing pulled up his brothers and said, "recite the ancient poem" compassion for the people "to Dad

In the afternoon of weeding,

sweat drips down the soil.

Who knows that it's hard to make a dish of Chinese food

Zhang Guoqing clapped, "you are very good! Do you know how to grow wheat? "

The twins shook their heads.

"Ping An, explain it to my brothers." Zhang Guoqing said as he handed his eldest son a kettle. This country is a water ladle drinking well water, he still some taboo.

Ping An took two sips and handed it to his two brothers, indicating that they would drink when they were thirsty. I began to say: "before planting wheat, first of all, we should plough the field, and then fertilize the field. Farmyard manure is your stool retting. When you wait until you grow wheat, sprinkle the manure evenly on the ground

"It's not over. Do you think it's a row by row and it's very neat? It's all done by the farmer's grandfather bit by bit

"When the wheat seeds are ready, we should often weed the wheat seeds and carry water and manure for irrigation. When the wheat is ripe, we have to bend down to separate the crops before it rains, and we have to pay public grain after drying."

Ping An said here, looked around, and whispered, "our hometown can only grow one season of wheat a year, pay the public grain, a year a harvest year can only leave a 16 Jin."

"You are still young now. When you are as old as your brother two years later, you will understand that it is the hardest and most tiring to be a farmer and eat the least. All the good things are occupied by the city people, so everyone wants to go to the city to be a worker. "Zhang Guoqing cleared his throat and watched his eldest son shrug his nose at him, crying and laughing. "Now you know that farming is hard? In the future, we should cherish our food and not be picky about food. "

Six one nodded, stretched out his hands, "Dad, I want to wash my hands when I'm dirty."

"Daddy, itch, take a bath."

It's very good to wait until now to ask for it. Zhang Guoqing is also reluctant to let his son suffer. He is not really crazy and intends to let his son become a farmer.

While taking his sons to the river, he read and talked about how much wheat they could harvest from the land they were standing on, how much finished products they could have, and how long the three brothers could eat at last.

He washed the three children one by one in the water, put on long sleeve trousers again, and took them to the canteen to eat. For this reason, he also paid 40 Liang food coupons and 20 cents.

Of course, this lunch is not only big cake, but also not big dregs congee. For the members who are busy in farming, the production team specially cooked Luffa soup, stewed three or five small pieces of meat, and two plates of seasonal vegetables.

With such a meal, we are happy to have a satisfied smile on their faces, grab the chopsticks and rush into the entrance. We don't forget to ask our children to eat quickly.

Zhang Guoqing and his son were accompanied by team leader Zhou. The speed was not so fast, but it was not easy to delay their lunch break. Who is not tired for a long time to slowly God.

At first, when the twins saw the food, they were not willing to. They looked at Zhang Guoqing with a shriveled mouth. Ping An said in his ear that his father had already paid for the meal. If he didn't eat it, he immediately grabbed the wooden spoon and ate it cleverly.

Zhang Guoqing also didn't care about children eat more or less, let alone children, he was embarrassed to let go of food.

After a while, let the children eat some bread and cake, and then take them to catch some loach miscellaneous fish, take a few photos to commemorate. When the sun sets and the number of watermelons is measured, the trip will be over.

Five hundred catties of watermelons sound like a lot, and there are not many of them piled up there. As in previous years, these watermelons took the production team to the city the next day, leaving 100 Jin tied in the back seat of the side three wheels.

The children abandoned by God in the welfare home are not all broken winged angels, and many healthy children do not know where to reveal themselves here.

Zhang Guoqing knows too much about these children's sensitive inner world: they want to love but are afraid to be hurt, they want to integrate into the outside world and are afraid of being discriminated against.

Growing up from the welfare home, he did not dare to show a trace of pity, only let his sons accompany them to make noise and laugh with them.

There is no need for compassion, let alone unfulfilled commitments.

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