Literary Girls Nurturing Program

Compared with the bamboos in other places, the bamboo here is not special. It can even be seen that it grows very freely, and no one manages it at all.

During the ten days he was here, he walked through many parts of the village and knew that people here do not rely on bamboo for survival.They don't just rely on a little agricultural products to live,

So it is normal that this piece of wild bamboo forest does not get any care from anyone, but this kind of bamboo looks more natural and beautiful.

Brutal growth is also full of wit and wit, so you can see different styles when you walk around.

Even if it is the same village, each village has its own unique temperament.Especially now that the comprehensive modernization has almost been achieved, even the ancient buildings have been replaced with suitable equipment for human habitation.However, he didn't force it.

The so-called collection of style is not to experience life by himself, he never expects to see a completely ancient life, because the times are always moving forward.No one can turn back.

Almost everyone in the small village knew him, and he could almost call them by their names.Respect is always a mutual process, but fortunately his memory is not bad.

Coming here is a pleasant experience, but my juniors are a little noisy.Always keeps him from doing a lot, he's only in his 50s and not too old to move.Even if he was not young, he never considered himself weak enough to need help to walk.

Especially here, he felt that he was much more energetic, and there was no need for those young people to ask their relatives and care, busy before and after.And sometimes they are too in the way, and the burden on them is a bit too heavy, but they can't let go.

Now he is here alone, and he doesn't feel lonely. The people in every village are quite interesting, and as long as he finds what he wants, he will be able to leave soon.

He squinted his hazel eyes to meet the whiteness in the sky: here he always thought he would get a little more, a special story, or a special person.

But it's a pity that he hasn't gotten anything that really makes his blood boil until now.However, when he faced this place and heard that there were two ponds here, he suddenly felt a feeling in his heart, so he strengthened his heart to come here.

The farmer who looks rough but is actually careful, his worries are not superfluous.When walking on the road here, he knew that the road here had never been repaired, and the muddy ground was very slippery after being moistened by rain.

Walking on such a road is indeed trembling, as if facing an abyss, as if walking on thin ice.But it's also kind of fun.

After crossing this path, you will see these two ponds.The craftsmanship of digging the pond looks quite rough, and it doesn't look like it was made with professional tools.The lotus in the pond is lazily blooming, and a few sporadic flowers stand tall and graceful, setting off the lotus leaves in the pond, which is also quite beautiful.

As he walked this road by himself, he noticed the footprints on the muddy ground under his feet. They looked messy, but one set of footprints was very clear. Compared with the other footprints, this new set of small footprints was deeper.

Either it was left by a fat little girl, or it was left by the girl who walked by with heavy things.

He couldn't tell whether the judgment was right or not, but Dashan still walked forward slowly.There is a path between two ponds, and at the end of the path is a small bamboo forest. The bamboo grows on a relatively high hillside, blocking the scenery behind.

But it should be someone's house, the air above the bamboo forest, the smoke rising from the kitchen, is very eye-catching.

It was as if a sign was leading the way for him, and Dashan walked there slowly, trying his best to walk carefully so as not to slip or bump into the rough bamboo around him.

After passing through the cover of the hillside, two or three small tile-roofed houses scattered here and there are large areas of land, but they all look quite desolate.There are still some chickens, ducks and geese running around outside, and an old dog is lying under the eaves, squinting lazily.

Compared with the villages outside, this place is more like a "village" of tranquility.But they are all empty, there are not many people, and there is a sense of emptiness like everything is crying.

Even with the cries of these little things, it doesn't seem noisy. The silence is due to the lack of human voices.

After Yuan Jia cooked the food and put it on the table, he saw a bag of rice for chickens and ducks on the small table on the other side. Yuan Jia mixed some rice and feed into it, and there were some leftover vegetables. Ye, holding the big pot, walked to the yard.

Imitating the chicken's "cuckoo" call to call them over for extra meals, I don't know whether these little things know that she is the former owner of this family or these little things have never been afraid of life, they only know how to eat, anyway, seeing Yuan Jia came to feed them with something in her arms, and they came over without any fear.

Not only the chickens, but also the ducks and geese running around crowded over.

Looking around, Yuan Jia didn't see the troughs for these poultry, so she could only sprinkle them on the ground for the poultry to eat.Just hope it won't be too hard to clean up after a while.

She hasn't done this kind of thing for a long time, and now she feels quite unfamiliar with it.

Yuan Jia didn't know how many chickens, ducks and geese here were raised by Wang Yiping, but there were still a lot of poultry running in outside the door to eat and drink. Yuan Jia looked at the pot in his hand, as if there was not enough for them to eat.

Yuan Jia had no choice but to get half a bowl of food inside, and when she moved, the group of chickens, ducks and geese who were not afraid of life followed her, and the scene looked quite spectacular.

Yuan Jia looked at this group of hard-working little things, and thought about how feasible it would be if he used things to lure them to sell them in the town, and finally realized that he didn't know the price of these things at all, so he casually went to the street to sell things First, she doesn't have a business license, second, she doesn't have a sanitation license, and third, she doesn't know how to do business by nature, and she will suffer in the end, so forget it.

"Gu~gu~~gu." Yuan Jia's three syllables have a distinctive ups and downs, and she can't explain why she barks like this, but this kind of barking can really make the chicken not nervous, and even get close to her.This kind of vocalization, Yuan Jia also learned from Yuan Ningming, but now neither Yuan Jia nor Yuan Ningming has raised chickens for a long time.

Da Shan was standing outside the door, watching Yuan Jia lead a team of chickens, ducks and geese to and fro in the yard through the wide open wooden door. Those little things followed her as if they were completely tamed by her. quite close.This also made him think that Yuan Jia was the owner of this place.

"Button" Dashan politely tapped the door knocker twice.

"Are you...?" Yuan Jia heard the knock on the door, turned his head to look, but found that he didn't know the middle-aged man with the crown, so he could only ask suspiciously.

The clothes worn by the middle-aged man in front of him have cuffs and trouser legs tightly tied. The shoes don’t have any material, but the style is somewhat similar to cloth shoes, but the soles should be purposely raised a little higher, and they may be non-slip-the soles are muddy. Traces, not far away.The clothes are a little wet, probably from the woods or bamboo forests. The clothes don't look very expensive, but they are very clean, and the way they are worn is also very particular. This person should also pay more attention to rules.

In middle age, he still looks quite energetic, his eyes are very light, very clean, young and beautiful like Wang Jia's eyes.Moreover, the years should have treated him kindly, none of the major troubles of middle-aged people found him, he was still elegant and handsome, and most importantly, he looked very familiar.

He is not like a person in a village. Although he does not see any sense of superiority or anything, he has a very special temperament, which makes people believe in him.

Yuan Jia tried his best to think if he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember, so he could only look at him deeply.

Da Shan saluted politely, and said: "I am Da Shan, and I am here for a trip. I was a little tired after walking, and I saw the door was open here, and I heard your voice, little girl. I know there is someone here, and I came here to ask for a glass of water."

Because the culture has not broken generations, there is no lack of etiquette at all.But in modern times, unless it is some specific occasions, no one will really do a set of etiquette meticulously.And even if it is done, many people do it very hypocritically, which is not right at all.

It was also the first time for Yuan Jia to see people doing these polite movements, so elegant and natural.She returned the courtesy a little bluntly, then invited him in, and said, "You don't have to be so polite, it's just a glass of water. My house... only boiled water here, do you mind?"

I always feel that such a person should hold a good blue-and-white porcelain teacup in his hand, with excellent tea brewed in the cup, while he sips tea and chats leisurely.So with plain water, wouldn't it be too simple?

Da Shan smiled and said: "The boiled water just quenches your thirst, thank you little girl."

When Yuan Jia was pouring water for him, he saw that he was still holding the big basin in his hand. He blushed in embarrassment and put the basin on the ground casually. Dashan took a bowl of boiled water.

"Here, only this, don't hold it against you." Yuan Jia herself was so unfamiliar with entertaining guests, it was entirely because she was not so familiar with this place.

"Boiled water is already very good, and it would be too troublesome for me to come here to ask for water." Dashan saw that there were still steaming hot and untouched meals on the table, and while blowing the scalding water in the bowl, he asked, "What do you want?" Are you waiting for your parents to come back and have dinner together?"

"...Mmm. That's right." Yuan Jia sat on the other side, admiring the uncle's elegant posture drinking boiled water, sighing secretly that people are indeed quite different.It's just that she couldn't explain the question Dashan asked.

Dashan keenly noticed that the little girl's expression was not right, but he didn't delve into it, but asked again: "The chickens and ducks followed you just now, what's the matter? I think they are not just following you for food. "

"Hmm..." Yuan Jia rubbed the back of his head in distress, "Actually, I don't know, maybe it was my cry. I thought you had seen others do this, uncle."

Da Shan waved his hand and said: "No, I have traveled to many places. In fact, there are many chickens, ducks and geese, but no one can make such a sound. I just think that these poultry in your family are very obedient and friendly. That's all for you."

"Hahaha, in fact, I can't tell whether these chickens and ducks belong to my family, I just came back here today." Yuan Jia smiled embarrassedly, "I don't know why they are so obedient. "

Only then did Dashan realize that he had made an oolong, and immediately he also laughed, shook his head, and said, "So that's the case, then after you know why, please tell me the reason. Also, little girl, you Waiting for mom and dad to come back for dinner is worse than going to them directly."

If the set of footprints that coincided with mine on the road today were left by this girl, it would make sense. That suitcase is still very eye-catching, and it probably weighs a lot.The girl said that she just came back, she cooked and fed the poultry again, she is probably tired now, it is time to eat to replenish her strength.

"...Look for them..." Yuan Jia just shook his head, "I just came back, I don't know where Dad is."