reborn to run

Chapter 15

Chunsheng had no choice but to say, "Okay, I won't ask any more." This girl doesn't know where to save the money, so forget about it and look at her shortcomings before buying her.

These days, Shuitang Village is very lively, and it is the annual fish sharing day of Shuitang Village.Every spring in Shuitang Village, the brigade will sprinkle fish fry in large and small ponds. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, people will feed these fish from early morning to dark. Pond to pond water, young and old dispatched to the pond to catch fish.

The captains of each team led the people in their teams to line up in an orderly manner, and only waited for the captain to give an order, and the whole village ran into the black mud.You chased each other and caught all the big and small fish.The first fish caught by each person, regardless of its size, can be taken away directly, and the fish caught after that are not allowed to be taken home privately.

While weighing the fish, the person who delivered the fish said the auspicious words "every year is more than enough". The joy and blessings of the past year are contained in each fish, and everyone has warm smiles on their faces.

Every year on the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month is like a new year for the whole village. There are various fish smells in the village. Most families will pickle a tail of snail green on this day and stew it for the New Year guests. .

Guixiang didn't like the black mud, but as this day approached this year, Guixiang began to miss the cold touch.Guixiang is happier this year, she wants to take Chunsheng to catch fish together.

At the captain's order, Guixiang rushed into the pond, swooped hard, brought up a big fish weighing more than ten kilograms, and waved to Chunsheng to show off from afar.Unexpectedly, the fish's tail was too strong, Gui Xiang staggered and fell into the dark mud.

Chunsheng took her up with a big stride: "What are you in such a hurry for?"

Guixiang's face was covered with mud, but she still held on to the fish! "You don't understand, whoever catches the first fish this year, the whole family will be safe next year!" She wished her father and Gui Ping a long life.

Chunsheng sighed, raised his thick cloth sleeve and wiped off the dirt on her face, "You're definitely going to catch a cold right now!"

As soon as Guixiang came home, she sneezed one after another by the stove. Hou Chunsheng cooked a big bowl of ginger soup and poured it down for her, forcing her to go to bed early.

On the 21st of the twelfth lunar month, all the people who were away rushed home one after another. Hou Chunsheng was going to go back, but his father sent a message saying that he would take his younger brother to his aunt's house in the provincial capital to see his legs.Shan Fuman therefore kept him at home for the New Year.

Chunsheng spent the New Year in Shan's house, and Guixiang was the happiest. She could study the sixth grade textbooks ahead of time, and when she passed the junior high school exam next year, she would be able to study in the junior high school!Maybe there are other reasons, Guixiang wants to see Chunsheng more and more.

That day Hou Chunsheng told her a few geometry proofs, Chunxiang suddenly asked with her chin on her cheek, "Brother Chunsheng, why are you so good at math?"

He didn't look up, and said indiscriminately: "Follow the master every day to calculate a lot, and I have practiced it!"

Guixiang threw the pen away and muttered: "I don't believe it! I was born to him! I haven't seen him pass it on to me! Tell me! Did you go to school?"

Chunsheng paused before replying, "Yes."

Guixiang wanted to ask something else, but Chunsheng suddenly asked her a similar math problem.After being interrupted by him like this, she also forgot what she wanted to ask.

In previous years, Gui Ping wrote the Spring Festival couplets. This year, when Shan Fuman bought red paper, Gui Pingfei yelled for his sister to write it.

"If I write, I will write!" Gui Xiang is naturally willing to write, but she has never learned how to write brush characters. She can write beautiful pencil characters, so she doesn't believe that brush characters can be ugly!But the most important thing is: she doesn't even know how to fold the red paper.

Guixiang was naturally embarrassed to ask her brother for such a simple "craft", so Hou Chunsheng naturally gave technical guidance on the side.

Everything was ready, Guixiang clasped her fingers but felt embarrassed to write.

"Why don't you write?" Hou Chunsheng asked him with raised eyebrows.

"When I am writing, you are not allowed to read!"

"Oh." Hou Chunsheng really couldn't see what kind of medicine was sold in this girl's gourd, but let him go to the back room.

Guixiang was holding the brush, probably because she felt that the posture of holding the brush was too awkward. It was like holding a pencil, holding the pen, stained with pitch-black ink, and tremblingly wrote a spring. He bowed his head and laughed with a puchi.Gui Xiang was embarrassed, her face was dyed the same color as the red paper in her hand for a moment.

"You...you...why are you laughing!" Guixiang said angrily, staring at a pair of round eyes.

Chunsheng sighed, took the brush in her hand, and wrote the half-written word Chun, "If you want to hold the brush like this, it's like holding an egg in your hand."

"Oh."

He handed the writing brush back to her hand. Gui Xiang tried it a few times, but her hands were still shaking a little, and the characters she wrote were as chewed by a dog.Chunsheng simply stood beside her, holding her hand with his right hand, "Relax! Hold the pen tightly at all times, like this..."

Chunsheng was so close to her, Guixiang's face became reddened, and every word of his voice made her inexplicably flustered.This feeling is very strange.

"Well, Brother Chunsheng, I'll write it myself."

Chunsheng really let go of her hand.As soon as the oppressive breath left, Gui Xiang's writing became much smoother.

Hou Chunsheng saw that she wrote "Gong Xi Fa Cai" and so on on everyone's door, but wrote a poem on his door: "Although it is hard work to scouring thousands of water, you can only get gold when you blow all the sand." Imbued with a smile, this girl.

(End of this chapter)