After Wang Sheng and Wang Wenqiu returned home, Wang Wenqiu took out the rice from the basket and put it in the yard to wait for the sun to come out tomorrow. It happened to be exposed to the sun. He got up and went to the field to move the remaining rice again. Wang Sheng, on the other hand, went to scoop water from the water tank, washed his hands, and then returned to his room to write the large characters he had not finished writing in the morning.
It’s just that Wang Sheng’s hand was so weak that he couldn’t practice the calligraphy, and the characters became distorted and returned to their previous appearance. He sighed and put down the pen. He could only go back to the house to get a book and sit in the courtyard to read.
It seems that this body, even after three months of exercise, is still unable to withstand this level of exertion. Wang Sheng was thinking about things, so his reading speed naturally dropped a lot.
After dinner, Wang Sheng finished washing and just lay down when Wang Wenqiu knocked on the door.
"Come on."
"Come in."
When Wang Sheng saw that it was his father who came in, he didn't get up. He was really tired and his eyelids rolled up. Take a nap.
Wang Wenqiu didn't say anything. He sat beside Wang Sheng's bed, holding a jar of something in his hand. It was blurry at night, and he didn't know what Wang Wenqiu was holding.
After Wang Wenqiu sat firmly, he lifted up Wang Sheng's shirt and applied it upwards. Wang Sheng could vaguely smell the aroma of herbs mixed with the strong smell of wine.
After he applied it, he used his thick and wide palms to spread the medicinal wine evenly. The calluses in his palms also made Wang Sheng ache, but Wang Sheng did not say anything and waited quietly. By this time, his sleepiness had faded away. I just feel hesitant in my heart.
"Hands." Wang Wenqiu reminded.
Wang Sheng stretched out his hand in cooperation. The pain in his hand was more unbearable than the pain in his waist. He couldn't help but hissed. The process of applying the medicine was even more painful than bending down. It was like an invisible bandage, tightly wrapped around the surface of the skin, and Wang Sheng could not break free.
After the medicine was applied all over his body, Wang Wenqiu returned the quilt to its regular shape.
"Go to sleep."
After that, he stood up and left the place without waiting for Wang Sheng's reply.
At this time, Wang Sheng couldn't sleep at all.
He felt a burning discomfort in the area where the medicinal wine had been applied. This was not only physical fatigue, but also mental torture. It was as if the sickle that I had wielded during the day fell firmly into my heart, breaking the peace in my heart and bringing endless anxiety and uneasiness.
I am worried that I will not be able to be of much help during this busy farming season due to my health. I am worried that if I continue like this, my reading efficiency will be low, and I will live up to my family's wishes.
Wang Sheng tossed and turned, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he got up and lit the oil lamp.
The oil lamp glowed slightly, reflecting on Wang Sheng's face. The unfinished paper during the day was also particularly obvious under the light.
The lights flickered, one bright and one dark.
Wang Sheng’s breathing was shallow and deep.
ThisDuring the dynasty, there were already countless people who knew how to make ice with saltpeter, and there were countless people who made soap. Only useful memories were left, and they could not immediately lead their families to improve their situation. What's more, farming is very strenuous, not to mention sailing and doing business, which is even more demanding on physical strength.
A moth flew unsteadily, chasing the reflection under the lamp obsessively. When it found a brighter place, it plunged into the oil lamp. Its nature of being light-seeking made it impossible to leave. It struggled to death in the heat source and finally burned out. The fragile life was completely destroyed at that moment.
By the time Wang Sheng saw the moth, it had already rolled in the sea of fire and turned into ashes. More and more moths gathered here, flapping their wings and facing this small The oil lamp is eager to try.
Only then did Wang Sheng realize that something was wrong, and quickly put out the oil lamp, got up and knocked on the door of Wang Wenqiu and his wife.
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"Dad! Mom! Wake up, it's going to rain!"
With the knocking of "Bang Bang Bang——", there was finally movement inside the door. Wang Sheng did not knock on the door and started to put the rice into the house.
"What's going on?"
Wang Wenqiu opened the door and walked out, looking at Wang Sheng who had already started to pack the rice, and asked.
"Dad, I just couldn't sleep and wanted to read a book. I lit the lamp and found a lot of moths."
Wang Sheng said, without delaying the movements of his hands, even though it hurt , but the harvest of more than an acre was hit by rain, and my family was unable to eat for a while. My body couldn't hold on, but I still had a strong will to hold on.
After Wang Wenqiu heard this, he didn’t waste any time. He went out and knocked on the door to wake up his neighbors to remind them, and hurried back to his home to harvest rice. Liu Zhaoxing heard the noise and got up to clean up.
Don’t worry about anything at this time, they are all piled up in the main hall. Fortunately, the room is big enough, and it doesn’t feel crowded under the pile. Liu Zhaoxing used tools to gather the rice into a small bunch for the father and son to carry. He hurriedly and slowly moved all the rice in the courtyard to the main hall.
The rain came by such a coincidence, Wang Sheng had just put the last handful of rice into the house, when the rain suddenly hit the eaves, making a "pop" sound, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky outside the house, instantly illuminating the entire main hall. As bright as day. This was not the end, that flash of lightning was just a signal, and subsequent lightnings got the news and swarmed in. It rained heavily, and Wang Sheng's family was trapped in the main hall, unable to go back to the house to sleep.
Wang Wenqiu looked around to see if there were any gaps in the house, spread the rice evenly, and then sat down after confirming that it was correct.
"I don't know when this rain will stop. I hope it won't affect the harvest."
Liu Zhaoxing said worriedly.
Wang Sheng also prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the rain would stop soon.
Fortunately, the rain stopped after a while.
"Let's all go back to the house and rest." Wang Wenqiu said.
Wang Sheng thisI felt tired and sleepy by the time, so I returned to the house and fell asleep soon after.
The next day, Wang Sheng woke up and moved his limbs. Perhaps because of the medicinal wine, he still felt that his limbs were still a little weak, but the soreness had faded.
In the morning after the rain, the air is filled with the fragrance of green grass. The hot weather has already evaporated half an hour of last night's rain, leaving only traces of water to prove its existence. Wang Sheng got up, washed up, and finished practicing the large characters he had not finished yesterday.
Today, Wang Wenqiu moved the rice from yesterday's house to the open space before going in for breakfast.
Wang Wenqiu was still waiting outside the house after eating the morning meal, but he didn't have a sickle in his hand. When he saw Wang Sheng approaching, he walked straight out and hurried to the fields to harvest rice. At this time Wang Sheng said something to him, stood up and took the book bag he packed yesterday when he was sleepy.
Wang Sheng thought of a way last night, that is, instead of cutting the rice, he would follow Wang Wenqiu to pick up the rice and gather them together, so as to avoid Wang Wenqiu finishing the harvest and delaying time. When the sun rises high and the temperature is too hot, I wash my hands, hide under a tree and read a book, and wait for the temperature to drop in the afternoon before continuing to work.
If you keep the green hills, you won’t have to worry about running out of firewood.
This will not delay my study progress, but I can also do something for my family, which is really comforting.
With something in hand, Wang Sheng no longer felt hesitant and anxious.