Song Yuanhuanzhi

Chapter 22 Borrowing a Fishing Net II
At noon, the sun is mercilessly roasting the earth like a fireball.

Roasting the people who are working hard in the field, roasting the flowers and grass in the field.

Liang Dayong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "It's okay to give you [-]% of the fish caught in the net, but the deposit, the few of us, can't make up the truth, the parents at home are very tight, and this The deposit is just to prevent the fishing net from being damaged. We all work in the fields, and I feel sorry for it before it can be damaged. Even if it is damaged, we will definitely pay for it. Can you..."

Song Huan shook his head, "It's impossible to avoid the deposit. If you are afraid that I will not return the deposit, you can make a written statement. As for the ten coins, I believe you will be able to take them out soon. If you have too many fishing nets, sell them in the town , when the time comes, the money will naturally be earned, and then the deposit will be made up."

"I believe that if you break it, you will pay for it, but, is the person who broke it willing to pay? What if you don't want to pay? I still need to discuss it with him?
With all due respect, if this is the case, I will break the fishing net, which is better than arguing with others. After all, I am a girl. Once the elders intervene, how can I deal with myself?

I have no parents or elders, and I have younger brothers, who will help me uphold justice?can you?

Besides, the two of you can't help other partners to make sure, can't you?If you were me, would you do the same thing as me? "

"After all, we are all in the same village. I think it's okay to let it go. It can make the big guy more income and it will be considered a good relationship. Everyone helps each other, and the relationship will gradually get closer.

However, if there is a problem, if there is trouble, and I need to take care of it, I would rather not borrow it. One more thing is worse than one less thing. Our siblings are already too busy to take care of themselves. Are we still rushing to ask for trouble? "

The two teenagers on the opposite side were left speechless by Song Huan's words. In all fairness, Song Huan was right.

She is just insuring herself and protecting herself. Things belong to others, and people have the right not to borrow them. The starting point is also for the good of the big guys. In other words, if they want to continue, they will be some robbers.

Although Liang Dayong is the king of children, he did not dare to be the master of everyone when it comes to money issues after all. In the end, the two had to go down the mountain first.

Song Huan still wanted to keep him for a meal, but who knew that these two ran so fast, they slipped away as soon as they turned around, and she felt embarrassed because they worked all morning for nothing.

I'll have a chance to talk later.

As soon as the two left, Fu Yuanzhi also came out. He didn't come out again after hearing the voice in the morning, and was all reading.

Song Huan patted Brother on the back, sat upright and said, "Why did the two elder brothers go to work in the field with you? You asked for it?"

Brother shook his head, "I want to help sister, pour water for my brothers and let them wait here for sister, then I will go out to pull weeds..."

Song Huan patted Adi on the head, "There are guests at home, you can't be so rude, you know?"

Adi shook his head, not understanding, "What is impolite? Is it impolite to let them wait here for sister, if I pull weeds?"

Song Huan thought for a while, and said in another way, "Then think about it, if elder sister takes you to brother's house, brother ignores us and lets us sit in the yard by ourselves, do you think it's okay?"

Brother thought about the scene described by sister, and shook his head, "My brother will be sad."

Song Huan nodded, "Yes, so Brother can't treat guests like this next time, you understand?"

Brother nodded, "Okay!"

Song Huan asked again, "Why didn't brother ask sister to get up?"

Brother bowed his head and didn't speak.

Song Huan hugged him and sat on his lap, "Do you think sister is working hard and want sister to sleep more?"

Brother raised his face and took a quick look at Song Huan, then immediately lowered his head and nodded weakly.

Song Huan hugged brother tightly, and pressed his forehead against brother's forehead, "Sister is very happy, brother has been taking care of sister and thinking of sister, but brother is willing to hear other brothers and sisters say that sister is the eldest Lazy?"

Brother had tears in his eyes, and the voice of the nurse was crying, "Sister is not lazy, sister works hard every day."

Song Huan lightly wiped away the golden beans that brother dropped, "Yes, but others don't know. Hey, brother, don't cry, all the golden beans have fallen."

My younger brother sniffed, rubbed the corners of his eyes with his small fists, weeping, and said softly, "Sister, younger brother knows! Don't let others misunderstand that sister is a big slob."

Song Huan frowned, did she lead the wrong way? Wasn't her main point to make brother not be too rude to the guests?How is it so crooked that outsiders can't misunderstand that he is a big slob?

Song Huan could only continue to ask, "Is there any more?"

Ah Di sniffed and thought about it, and said after a while, "You can't leave the brothers alone in the courtyard and go to work by yourself."

Song Huan let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, brother is smart, so the topic was changed back.

Song Huan excitedly kissed his younger brother on the cheek, "My younger brother is so smart!"

My younger brother blushed instantly, and his ears were red, he quickly climbed down from his elder sister's lap, leaving behind a sentence of "Sister, shame on you!", and ran to find his teacher.

Song Huan felt that he had a sense of accomplishment in leading his child to success for the first time, humming a ditty and leaving his shy brother to cook in the kitchen.

Song Huan cut the sweet potatoes into cubes, mixed them with rice and cooked a pot of sweet potato porridge, which was sweet, glutinous and thick, warming the heart.

After resting for a quarter of an hour after dinner, Song Huan put on his bamboo hat and went out of the yard with a hoe to open up wasteland.

Brother needs to take a nap at noon. After Fu Yuanzhi washed the dishes, he followed him to take a nap for a while. After an hour, he started today's study.

The window lattice next to Song Huan's bed was supported by a fork, and the dry breeze blew in.

Fu Yuanzhi and Adi taught and learned in this way, read and followed each other, and pointed at each other, slowly soaking their voices into the wind, gradually merging, and gradually cooling their dryness.

There is a small courtyard in the mountains and forests, the people outside the courtyard are sweating like rain, and the people in the courtyard are reading loudly.

Song Huan drank the water from the teapot in one gulp, carried the empty pot into the kitchen and refilled it, and when he passed the water tank, poured water on his face with both hands, and the heat dissipated.

The sun is really strong, but you can only do it when the weather is good. It is even more difficult to dig when the ground is frozen in winter. Fortunately, it is not very wide, only one foot, so it will be good for a while.

Song Huan hoeed and hoeed, although he was sweating profusely, he took a leisurely break from his busy schedule. When he was tired, he sat under the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness, drank tea, and kept his bamboo hat at hand.

This is what Fu Yuanzhi saw when he came out. His fingers moved slightly. If he had paper, he would also like to draw this scene.

Song Huan's work does not have the oppressive feeling of the villagers.

How to describe it?
Those people in the village are always tired and miserable, and there are few scenes of talking and laughing, and there is a kind of dull atmosphere around them.

Song Huan, on the other hand, regards labor as a kind of enjoyment, and she enjoys every moment of it, doing whatever she wants and whimsically.

The two mentalities collided, and two different scenes burst out.

Is this just cultivating the mind?
(End of this chapter)