Rebirth is unscientific

Liang Jiwen didn't sleep for a long time when he was woken up by the small cannonball Liang Liang.

Liang Ying jumped onto the bed like a small cannonball. Naturally, it was impossible to just wake Liang Jiwen up accurately. Zhan Jiujiang rubbed his eyes, a little dazed.

"Big brother, get up quickly, grandma said there are fried dough sticks for lunch!"

Zhan Jiujiang was still in a daze, he was stunned for two seconds when he heard the fritters, and he was about to get up as soon as he lifted the quilt.

"No hurry." Liang Jiwen yawned and rubbed Liang Yingliang's icy face, "Your third brother buried you in the snow again?"

Mentioning this, Liang Ying got angry, pouted and said unhappily, "I accidentally threw his snow into his clothes, and I still have to break it with me!"

Zhan Jiujiang pinched Liang Ying's little cheek, and said with a smile, "You deserve it!"

Speaking of which, Liang Jiheng's technique of burying people is still the same as Liang Jixue's. Liang Jiheng was much tougher when he was a child than he is now. Liang Jiwen would throw him several times a day, and he was thrown too many times. Liang Jiheng also slowly summed up the technique of throwing people and being thrown. Yes, it's also a different kind of bullshit.And Liang Ying, as the only one in the family who was younger than him, was a good experiment subject.

Liang Ying complained that Liang Jiheng had no sex. When Liang Jiwen got dressed, he yelled to hug Liang Jiwen. Liang Jiwen carried Liang Ying behind his back.

Talking about the interesting things that happened in the reservoir in the morning.

Buying fried dough sticks requires not only money, but also fuel stamps and food stamps. Grandma Liang thinks that Liang Jiwen is a waste—such a big bag of fried dough sticks will cost a lot of tickets.Muttering to herself, Grandma Liang still divided five large fried dough sticks into the plate. While they were still a little crispy, she cooked special porridge at noon. It's done.

Grandma Liang tore the five deep-fried dough sticks into small pieces, and each person had a piece. They were all about the same size, and it depended on luck to get the big one.As soon as the plate containing fried dough sticks was brought to the table, except for Liang Jiwen, several small chopsticks moved in unison.

Zhan Jiujiang was used to eating with Liang Jiwen, and when he came back to the table he wanted to grab, he accidentally took a step too late, and Liang Jiyu had snatched the little fritters he was looking for.He didn't have time to feel distressed, and immediately tilted the chopsticks a little bit, and picked up the spare one.

At noon, I ate the deep-fried dough sticks I was thinking of, and in the afternoon, the two hid in the room and ate a small cake.The stomach is full, Zhan Jiujiang's attitude towards Liang Jiwen is so sticky, he needs to hold him when he reads a book, and he needs to be hugged when he sleeps. Liang Jiwen wants to go to the bathroom and Zhan Jiujiang sticks to follow him.

Zhan Jiujiang followed Liang Jiwen back from the toilet, took off his clothes and wrapped himself in a quilt to warm up for a while. After flipping through two pages of the book, he stretched out his arms to reach the notebook and pen on the table, but the table was far away from him, even if he stretched his hand Even straighter is a little bit worse.

"When you were struggling, you could have gotten out of bed five or six times." Liang Jiwen was pressed down by Zhan Jiujiang, and Zhan Jiujiang arched, came, and arched on his back. In Jiujiang, Liang Jiwen went to move a stool, packed up water cups, pen holders, notebooks, books, seals... a bunch of things that might be used, threw them on the stool, and then put the stool in front of Zhan Jiujiang to ensure that his arm He can get what he wants without having to straighten.

"Bo——bo———" Zhan Jiujiang happily held Liang Jiwen's face and kissed there. After the kiss, he lay on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and took a pen to scribble on the paper.

Liang Jiwen drank a glass of water, got into the quilt too, stretched out his hand to hug Zhan Jiujiang to himself, and continued to read the book he hadn't finished.

The books of both of them are similar, 90.00% of them are old books bought from the scouring, but Zhan Jiujiang likes to read some classical Chinese history books, this history and that collection, while Liang Jiwen doesn't pick.

I bought a lot of books, and Zhan Jiujiang reads them carefully word by word, and I can read them more than ten times if I like them, with notes on every corner.Liang Jiwen only used it as a pastime, and would not read most of the books a second time. Even if he was busy with work, he could read at least one book a week.

Zhan Jiujiang dawdled for a while, then turned around and asked Liang Jiwen, "Do you have Mr. Guo's Ten Criticisms?"

Liang Jiwen took out the book from the space, flipped through it for a long time, and said to Zhan Jiujiang, "Yes, it was published in five or four years, but there are more than 20 pages missing."

Zhan Jiujiang flicked for a while before saying, "Then go to Yanjing and look for it. Remember to remind me to buy it."

"En." Liang Jiwen responded, and put the notebook back into the space.Because the books the two bought were numerous and miscellaneous, and the quality was uneven, the two specially wrote a book list.Over the years, I have added little by little, and I have gradually accumulated enough five thin notebooks.Every time they see a book list that can be stacked with more than 200 sheets, the two feel a deep sense of pride.

The two read books all afternoon, and after dinner in the evening, the big guys sat together and chatted.Liang Jiwen said: "These books have been placed at home for too long. I see tomorrow will be a good day. I get up in the morning to set up the shelves and take out the books to dry."

Most of the books in the house are in Liang Jiwen's space, but there are also a lot of books in the house. They are secretly hidden, picked up, and bought. In the past, they were hidden tightly for fear of being seen by others. That is to say, the trend has changed again in the past two years-reading has become a good thing again, so they dare to buy books blatantly and take them home.

Zhan Jiujiang stayed in the house for a day, and there was nothing serious about it. He slept with Liang Jiwen for another night, and woke up the next morning refreshed.

Zhan Jiujiang had enough sleep during the day, so he could go jogging with Liang Jiwen at five o'clock in the morning. The two of them ran around Liangli Village three times.

"I told you to stay still, I told you..." Zhan Jiujiang was too tired to speak, gasped and twisted Liang Jiwen's waist a few times, then wrapped his hands around Liang Jiwen's neck, his face Once posted, the body leaned on it, and it stopped moving.

How big is the range they run around?It is about one or two thousand mu of land. Even if one mu of land is calculated as 90 meters in circumference, Zhan Jiujiang doesn't want to calculate how long he has traveled.

Liang Jiwen swayed home slowly with Zhan Jiujiang on his back. Grandma Liang was filling the yard with sand and stones. The sand and stones were for the hens to eat.Every morning when she wakes up, she goes to the hen coop first, staring at the hens with her eyes, picking up an egg when it comes out, and waiting for the five hens to lay all the eggs that can be laid tremblingly , she will leave contentedly.

"What's wrong with Jiujiang?" Grandma Liang said in shock when she saw Zhan Jiujiang being carried back half-dead by Liang Jiwen.

"It's okay, he's just tired from running." Liang Jiwen put Zhan Jiujiang down, and Zhan Jiujiang was carried all the way back by Liang Jiwen, clinging to Zhan Jiujiang's back, he was a little sleepy.

"Jiujiang's illness is just right, why are you taking him for a run!" Grandma Liang looked at Zhan Jiujiang's sluggish face, and complained to Liang Jiwen.

"Why don't you run away when you're sick?" Liang Jiwen muttered, but didn't dare to speak out.

There are still big fried dough sticks for breakfast today, but there are only two sticks, which is enough for each person to eat a bite.Although each person only had one bite, they all ate very cherished.

After breakfast, Liang Jiwen led everyone down to the cellar, and Liang Ying and Li Yaoxian were divided into scaffolding.Bamboo racks are usually used to dry vegetables. Once the two benches are placed and the racks are placed, it will be done!

Most of the Liang family's books are hidden in the cellar. For safety reasons, a hole was dug in the cellar, a little grass was spread, the books were placed, another layer of grass was spread, and then buried with soil.

Many of the books in it belonged to Mrs. Liang.The three generations of the Liang family's ancestors were all out-and-out old farmers, and the status of poor farmers was not adulterated at all. Before Liang's mother married, only Uncle Liang went to a private school for half a year when he was a child, and learned a few words.

When Mama Liang got married, she didn't have any valuables, just two clothes and five boxes of books.It was these five boxes of books that made Liang's mother look high.

Most of Mama Liang's books are in foreign languages, including English, Russian, French, and German. Most of them are in Russian and English.Liang Jiwen and his elders still have a lot of impressions of these books, and they read them more or less when they were young, especially Liang Sisi, who could speak Russian to the point of impossibility when she was a child, and she still read it in class. Had a lot of limelight.Later, the wind direction changed, and no matter what the books at home were, they moved them to the cellar and buried them deep overnight in fear.

Because the neighbors talked about other people's affairs to some extent, they only buried the books when they buried them, and put the big boxes in the house to store things.Grandma Liang even pretended to complain to others that books with words were not easy to ignite.

Few people in the countryside are literate, and Mama Liang has always kept a low profile. Although she knew that they had books at home, she didn’t know they were in foreign languages. Mama Liang never talked about her time abroad, so she was very lucky. It has not been reported that it has any overseas ties.

Thinking of this, the older children of the Liang family are very lucky. In the past few years, there were several intellectuals who were sent down in their village, and there were three old professors who had studied abroad. Both knowledge and character were very good. , but just because he had stayed abroad, he was reported, reported for criticism, and fought.

Because Uncle Liang has read a little, the whole family has an indescribable respect for intellectuals. In addition, the three old people are really not that kind of "bad elements" and have secretly taken care of them over the years. They went back one after another, and now there are still letters.

Several people worked together to move the books outside. There were not many bamboo shelves at home, so Liang Jiwen simply went in and took out the straw mats and spread them out on the ground.

These books have been buried in the bottom for years, and they were buried in a hurry without any good protection, and many of them were moldy and rotten.They are all very distressed, and they are also book lovers. When they usually read a book, they even feel distressed when they fold a corner. Seeing so many books being tossed, they feel even more uncomfortable.

At noon, Mama Liang came over and asked them to have dinner.

It is blatant to say that, but they still have concerns, especially since there are a lot of foreign language books here, and they are afraid of gossip if they are seen, and the place where the books are posted is in the backyard.

Their family has built houses several times, and now they are built according to the enlarged version of the large and simple courtyard. It is convenient to apply for the foundation in the countryside, and their family has a large population, so they can just make a report in the village.The backyard is large, with houses or walls around it, especially the house at the back, which is used to grow vegetables in winter, and Grandpa Liang specially built it tall and big.

"Oh, I didn't expect this booklet to still be here." Liang's mother came over to ask them to eat. When she came, there were books all over the floor. Looking casually, Liang's mother saw a small boxy book.

"Mom, this book is so beautiful!" Liang's mother wiped off the dirt on it, revealing a faded pink, with a look of nostalgia on her face, "I bought this book with the money I earned from working." of it."

When Liang's mother opened the book, she saw that the corners had become dirty, and the earth color had seeped into the fibers.There are not many things written in the notebook, only two pages, with a few sporadic numbers.

"I'll see, I'll see."

"I want to see too!"

Several girls scrambled to read it. Although the color of the book was faded, there were lovely pink animals on it.It's very attractive, especially to attract the attention of girls.

Mother Liang watched them play with a smile, and when her eyes touched the books in this place, there was nostalgia, distress, confusion, and a little relief in her eyes.

These books had accompanied her through her entire girlhood. At that time, she had no friends and could only be silently accompanied by books. A small pot of jasmine on the desk was all she had.

After she got married, she still had no friends, but gradually, she gained many relatives, such as her husband, parents-in-law, elder brother and younger brother-in-law, two sisters-in-law, sons and daughters, nephews and nieces... The most fortunate thing in her life is that I met that man who would be too nervous to speak just by seeing her.

There are a lot of books on the ground, including Liang’s mother, Liang Jiwen’s, Zhanjiujiang’s, and Liang Sisi’s books... There are also quite a few books written by Liang Ying. Those books, especially those chess records, Liang Ying had to put them in a box every night to fall asleep.beam

Ji Yu didn't know how many boxes he had made for her, one was bigger than the other, the box that Liang Ying was holding to sleep now was made one-to-one according to her height, the round wooden box was not afraid of being broken at night.

Liang Jiwen and others spent half the morning moving the books out to dry, and spent another half morning cleaning up the stains, but most of the work was still unfinished.In the afternoon, Liang's mother didn't concentrate on making clothes, and she didn't move when she was doing it.

Grandma Liang and the two daughters-in-law looked at each other.

Today it was Third Aunt Liang's turn to cook, and Mother Liang was not in the mood to make clothes anymore, so she helped Third Aunt Liang in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm so thirsty—" Liangding people could hear her voice before they saw it.

Mama Liang brought a large vat of warm water and a stack of bowls.

"Why are they so dirty——" Liang Jiwen and ten of them looked like mud monkeys, their paws were pitch black, and their fingernails were covered in mud.

"Liang Jianliang! What did you do—" Liang Jiwen and his mothers who were covered in mud could bear it, but Liang's father also came back in disgrace, so she couldn't bear it anymore. The neck dare not speak.

"You're so talented, you're going to die, you are 45 years old this year, not five years old! Liang is five years old, do you know how difficult it is to wash these clothes?"