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The road leading to the village is pitted, but we can see how many people have been walking along this road for generations. The four directors of the director group collect materials towards other residents' homes with one foot deep and one foot shallow. They pass through the pond ridge of a big pond. There are continuous mountains around where you can see. The place leading up is different from Xiayan village.

From the pictures taken by UAV, Shangyan village is an earthen building. From the perspective of aerial view, this earth building covers a very large area, which is not only large but also high, and is very spectacular.

Yu Fei is outside with Lu Chengze.

It was a hot summer, and the sun was strong at noon. More than a dozen families on the Xiayan side were resting in their own rooms. No one came out to wander around. There were dogs barking in the village, and the calls of chickens, ducks and geese were very lively.

As the small carambola pushed open the wooden door, the sun shone through the pushed door to act as a light. The appearance of the room also appeared in front of everyone. Although there was no furniture, it was tidied up very neatly.

There was an old man lying on the Kang. His hair was silvery white, but his face was kind. Obviously, the old man was surprised. Suddenly, there were a few people in his house who did not know him.

The old village head comes to greet the old lady. The local people speak very fast. When they slow down simply, Qinghuan can understand a few sentences. At this time, Qinghuan and Shen Yinian have big faces.

The young carambola took a breath, and the girl's back was all wet. She put the honeysuckle she had collected in a basin and went out to wash her hands. Then she trotted back. The little carambola came to a jar and took out a large water tank made of bamboo.

Qinghuan and Shen Yinian, introduced by the old village head, asked the old lady how they were. At this time, the small carambola came over with a tea tray, on which were four cups made of bamboo, with mung bean water poured in.

"Ah." Small carambola with a smile handed the tea cup to the old village head, and then gave it to Qinghuan and Shen Yinian in turn, in exchange for their thanks.

After all this, the little girl climbed onto the earthen Kang with a small bamboo cup to feed her grandmother.

After the village head's diagnosis, the grandmother of the small carambola is in the cold, that is, a cold.

A few days ago, the old lady fell into the pond at the entrance of the village. When she was rescued by the name of the village, she had only one breath left.

These days, the little carambola stood in front of the old lady every day. Fortunately, with the help of the aunt next door, the old lady woke up yesterday. The little carambola went out early this morning, and then there was a scene that everyone met when they came. At that time, the little carambola was just heading back.

Because it's a thatched cottage, the temperature inside is not very high and it's cool. Qinghuan helps to decoct the medicine in the hut next door. You can see that this is the kitchen.

From the main room came the voice of Shen Yinian and the old lady sitting on the Kang. The village head went to the village. Today, he also came to see if there were any sick people in the village. The old lady was carrying a sewing basket and taking the soles of the shoes. She looked at the size of the new shoes made for small carambola.

The old lady is much better. She is embroidering flowers and chatting with Shen Yinian about embroidery. The two people speak different languages, but their meanings are active. The old lady is teaching Shen Yinian how to embroider.

Small carambola skin is really too dark, this unknown thought it was a small monkey, Qinghuan played a basin of water to help her wash her face, small carambola saw the water on the back of a few steps.

"What's the matter?" Qinghuan warm voice said, "to wipe a sweat, sweat on the body, and so on will blow the wind will catch cold."

Small carambola pinched the corner of her coat and shook her head. She could feel that the little sister had no malice towards herself, but her mother-in-law taught her to keep it in mind.

Qinghuan thought that the little girl was embarrassed, so she took the initiative to hold the hand of the carambola. The other hand touched the face of the small carambola. Qinghuan's hand was stained with water. When she touched the face of the small carambola, she pointed to the belly black.

Qinghuan was stunned. She was obviously dazzled by the scene. Then she looked at the little girl in front of her. On a hot day, little carambola was still wearing cotton and hemp long sleeve trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes on her feet were also rotten. Her hands, face and neck were exposed.

Under such close contact, Qinghuan finds something wrong again, which may be the reason why she came back to wash her hands. The back of the small carambola hand is not as dark as before, but a little yellow.

It's like it's fading.

Qinghuan looked at the clear water in the basin dyed black, and then bowed his head to smell it. Qinghuan was very familiar with the taste, which was charcoal fire.

It is the charcoal that turns black after the wood is burned. This charcoal Qinghuan has seen it a few days ago. In school, some children use it to draw a grid on the ground, and then use a cloth bag to jump the lattice.

Small carambola black, is dyed up, why to give the little girl dyed black? Qinghuan not only pondered, small carambola blinked.

"Ah, ah." With that, the little carambola reached out and touched the back of Qinghuan's hand. The little girl was a little timid, and she didn't dare to hold it. Qinghuan took the initiative to hold it and pressed down other thoughts in her mind.

Small carambola took her hand to come to the small pool in her yard. The pool was dug out by her own family. It was not very deep, so she went to Qinghuan's knee."Ah." The small carambola points to the fish in the pool to Qinghuan with a smile.

Qinghuan squatted on the edge of the small pool and said, "is it small carambola to catch it? It's amazing. "

After living here for a week, Qinghuan already has a number of self-care abilities of this child. The local children are very capable of taking care of themselves. Children of five or six years old can help with their own cooking and cattle raising.

These children have to walk for more than two or three hours every day on the mountain road. They hope that the primary school only has teaching buildings and canteens, and there is no dormitory. The children have to go home after class. This time, they all walk on their own feet and do not cry when they fall down, because they know that crying is useless.

Qinghuan poured the decocted herbs into the bowl, which was a little hot. She put the bowl in the water basin to cool the temperature.

Back in the main room, the needle and thread have reached Shen Yinian's hand. On the black cloth, the old lady embroidered a blooming peach blossom with pink and yellow thread.

"Ah." Small carambola with Qinghuan cooling bowl, the meaning is very obvious, mother-in-law drink medicine.

"Thank you." The old lady was sitting on the Kang. She reached for the bowl and held the little girl in her arms. The old man was still a little weak, but her every move was a little bit of a lady.

Qinghuan was painted with carbon ash on the face of a young carambola, and the old lady's words and deeds vaguely understood something. This is a kind of protection for his little granddaughter by the old man.

"Huan, when I learn, I'll embroider a peach blossom for you." Shen Yinian lowered his eyes and seriously stabbed the needle into the cloth. He had the strength to stab himself in the belly of his finger without paying attention to the tip of the needle. She did not cry, and continued to follow the old lady's teaching method.

Qinghuan looked at another shoe that had been made and said: "mother-in-law's craftsmanship is very good, this peach blossom embroidery is lifelike."