Chapter 4 Staying for now

The breeze blows on my face, and the window lattice is transparent.

The people inside the curtain finally made some movement.

Song Huan rubbed his eyes and stared at the top of the curtain, his eyes distracted.

I don’t know why, but in the past month since I came here, I have been sleeping until this time every day, and I can’t shake it, as if I want to make up for all the sleep I missed in my previous life.

He yawned and sat up.

But it doesn't matter, she doesn't have to go to work now and can sleep as late as she wants.

After dressing up, Song Huan walked out of the main room and saw the young man taking a nap under the tree and his brother playing with grass.

After stretching, Song Huan called to his brother who was immersed in it. He raised his head and put down the mess of grass in his hand, "Sister, I knew you would get up at this time. The porridge has been cooked.

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Song Huan nodded, "What do you want to eat, brother?"

Adi said cheerfully, "As long as it's not green vegetables!"

The young man pursed his lips and said, "Did you see a baggage when you rescued me yesterday?"

Song Huan asked about the boy's body and learned that he was recovering well, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Song Huan's eyes fell on Adi who was washing dishes, and he praised Adi for being so diligent.

When you come here, you don't have to adapt to others, you have to adapt to them.

Song Huan looked at the young man who had already stood up and was about to come over. When he came closer, he thanked him, "Thank you, sir."

The young man looked at this scene with a smile in his eyes unconsciously.

The young man exhaled a breath.

Adi took Song Huan straight to the kitchen, where a sweet and glutinous smell of porridge wafted out.

Song Huan rubbed Adi's head again until it turned into a chicken coop, then he stopped with satisfaction.

"Did our brother do this?" Song Huan asked in surprise.

But in small places or places with low cultural background, this kind of etiquette is rarely seen, and it belongs to most cases.

I have boiled all the chestnuts from yesterday in the pot. If I get hungry later, I will eat two to fill my belly. This thing is quite hungry.

It was originally an additional condition, as long as he gave me ten cents a day for accommodation.

Every time she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel sad, and she even asked herself to be as nice to him as possible without being too crooked. She didn't know when she had treated him as her own brother and loved him.

Song Huan interrupted him, "Okay."

Song Huan raised his chin in the direction of the mountains, "In the mountains."

Amitabha, sin, sin, sin.

Song Huan paused while tying the belt, recalled it, and shook his head, "I don't remember. I just remembered to bring you back. I might have ignored you. I'll go check it out for you later."

Song Huan looked at the time and started to pack her things and prepare to go into the mountains. This was basically her daily task, to find prey in traps, or to strengthen the damaged traps, and to pick some wild fruits and vegetables, and dinner would be ready.

, there was a rally four days later, and she wanted to sell some meat to make money, so she had no choice but to go into the mountains all day long.

She did not say that putting the freedom of behavior and speech in her previous life on her brother was not good for him, but harmful to him.

After having a lunch that felt like he had not eaten at all, the young man stopped Song Huan. This time, he did not have the complicated look of last night, but said seriously, "I can cook."

, I know how to sew, grow vegetables and plow the ground, wash dishes and wash pots, and the days I stay here are calculated as accommodation for ten cents a day."

Song Huan also knew that every time his brother would not eat first, he would wait until he got up before eating.

There is no need to emphasize the need to do something wrong. The young man has such a weak appearance that it would be nice if he doesn't let himself be misbehaved.

Song Huan controlled the corners of her mouth that were about to rise, "Okay!"

She took out this jar specially for her brother to cook breakfast for himself on the second day after he came here.

"Where are you going?" the boy asked.

The times are different and the social background is different. She cannot copy what she did in her previous life, let alone promote the 24-character socialist core values. Here, the existence of those 24-character socialist values ​​is a mistake, so she can only

It is said that every era has its own rules that should be followed in every era.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a "chestnut" passively. Although it didn't hurt, Adi still covered his head with his hands and screamed.

The young man smiled. This time his smile didn't have any meaning. He really felt like a prince.

Song Huan nodded suddenly. She cut it into such small pieces and cooked it until the color changed. She really didn't recognize it.

Song Huan asked, "What is this?"

If she had looked carefully yesterday, she might have gotten ten cents now!

It's a pity to think about it.

Adi shook his head and pointed to the young man outside, "It's big brother!"

In the main room, the younger brother looked at his elder sister to the left and his eldest brother to the right. After seeing his elder sister moving his chopsticks, he started to drink porridge.

Song Huan, who was silent at first, couldn't control himself when he heard the last sentence of ten articles a day. Before he could recover, he asked, "Does last night count?"

Song Huan didn't want his brother to grow up to be a diligent scholar, so even if he was a little young, let him do whatever he could to help him. Even if he couldn't do it well, what did it matter?

You need to be aware, and you can slowly do it well when you grow up.

The young man said, "I'm not good at cooking. If it doesn't taste good, please bear with me, girl."

In fact, this kind of etiquette has been used quite a lot in my past life, and some families still pay great attention to this table manners.

"You have to write an IOU, and you have to do the things you just said during the days we stay here!" Song Huan added.

She was happy to provide services to him for ten cents a day. Maybe his money was in the bag?

Thinking of this, Song Huan became deeply jealous. With such a good sister like her, her future sister-in-law would definitely be a happy woman.

After Song Huan asked, Adi pointed to the jar.

Adi grinned and was full of energy, humming and scrubbing with water.

Song Huan waved his hand, "Master, you are humble."

Song Huan looked away. It looked good, but it was a pity that it was not her cup of tea.

The young man nodded, "Thank you, girl."

Song Huan replied casually, "It's just a matter of convenience, no need to be so polite."

The young man said seriously, "Forget it!"

The young man readily agreed, but he casually discussed, "Can the girl promise to wait until her injury is healed..."

Although Song Huan didn't mind who ate first and who ate last, here, the boy and his brother across from him were waiting for him to use his chopsticks first before starting to eat. The former was because he was the master, and the latter was because he was the eldest son.

Sister, even though she is not used to it, she knows that she must write down this etiquette and follow it.

He wouldn't listen no matter what she said, he would only promise her words, but in fact he would still wait for her. He learned how to obey and disobey her at a young age. She was so smart. I thought she didn't understand this until she was twenty-seven.

Orifice!

The little adult who knows that he feels sorry for his sister has become sensible.

Song Huan opened the lid and found yellow chestnuts and other obscure lumps inside.

Here, she can only make some small changes that are insignificant but have far-reaching significance to Adi.

The younger brother looks like the older sister has something you can't recognize, "This is a sweet potato."

The jar was not big, so I reluctantly filled three bowls out, and then took out some dried pickled radish from the sour jar.

With this in mind, she thought for a while and decided to go and see if there was any baggage. Action was better than taking action. She told her brother to stay at home and be with her big brother and then quickly disappeared.

The young man didn't tell her how impatient he was. He had some saved money in his bag, but he wasn't sure whether it was still there.

Under the tree, the breeze occasionally brings one or two fallen leaves, and on the stool, the young man is teaching the children to weave grasshoppers.

The sounds of rustling leaves and ethereal bird calls serve as the main melody, while excited shouts and gentle voices serve as the chorus.
Chapter completed!