Since Chen's father and mother left, Xiaoxi and his younger brother moved in. Xiaoxi and his mother-in-law slept in the same bed, and the younger brother and his grandfather slept in the same bed. Sometimes, Xiaoxi wanted to sleep with his grandfather for one night, but Chen Yubin refused. No matter what he said, he would not be able to coerce and induce, which made Xiaoxi so angry.

This is the same again tonight. Before going to bed, Xiaoxi wanted to sleep with her grandfather. She was so intimate, but Chen Yubin just stayed in bed and couldn't get up.

I turned off the TV. Since the next day was a weekend, I could sleep a little late, so the family was lying in bed and started chatting with their eyes open.

"At that time, there was only my grandfather and I left at the house (at home). I was poor at that time. I had a meal a day, but there was still porridge rice. There was only one bowl of sauerkraut (describing the rice that was particularly thin). After most of the bowl of sauerkraut, there were only a few rice left at the bottom of the bowl. I was so hungry that I kept yelling, so I tightened my belt and continued to grazing the cows. Sometimes when my sister saw it, she asked me to tie the cows to the tree outside and go to her house to eat rice." Speaking of this, she paused, and my grandfather continued, "I really had no choice but to join the army."

Xiaoxi knew that grandpa never liked to talk about military service. In his previous life, he only told Xiaoxi and others why they joined the military service. They came back later and why they came back, and what happened in the middle, without saying a word.

Silence was dark around, and the silence was even more visible. The stream quickly changed the topic, "Grandpa, do you have any military songs?"

When I heard about Jun Ge, my grandfather was obviously energetic and said proudly: "Of course I have it."

"Then can you sing now?"

Grandpa said confidently: "Yes, I will remember it for the rest of my life."

Xiaoxi's eyes suddenly lit up and she said excitedly: "Grandpa, then you sing for us."

Chen Yubin quickly got up, supported his arms, and accurately stared at grandpa with the blurry moonlight shot in from the glass window on the door, "Grandpa, sing for me."

"Okay! Listen." Grandpa Chen cleared his throat and a low voice rang out slowly, "Revolutionary soldiers must remember, pay attention to the three major disciplines and eight items. First, obey all actions and follow commands, and be consistent in their pace to win. Second, do not take the masses' needle and thread, and the masses support and like me...Defending the motherland will always move forward, and the people of the whole country support and welcome you."

Xiaoxi remembers that in his previous life, his grandfather’s military songs and his mother-in-law’s stories accompanied him and his younger brother for countless nights. At that time, no matter how many times they have heard those songs and stories, he never felt bored. He was excited every time he listened to them and felt fresh.

Xiaoxi remembers that after listening to "Three Disciplines and Eight Precautions", he liked it very much and always wanted to learn it. However, he was still young and could not read many words. Moreover, the lyrics of this song were too long and not simple. He never learned it at that time. He blinked his eyes, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and slapped his breath, clapped his palms, "It sounds good, let's have another song."

Chen Yubin also made up the fun, applauded and applauded, "Come again."

"Well, let's cross the Yalu River with great confidence, protect peace for the motherland, protect our hometown, China's good children unite together, resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea to defeat the ambition wolves of the US imperialist empire..." "The sunset and the red clouds fly, the soldiers' shooting camp return to the camp, the red flowers on their chests reflect the colorful clouds, and the happy singing is flying all over the sky..."

From "Three Disciplines and Eight Attentions" to "Fighting Song of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army" to "Returning from Targets", although there are only three songs that have been repeated, every sentence is sung to the hearts of people, bringing people to the battlefield where war is raging, and it makes people feel excited.

Accompanied by the singing, the stream fell asleep unconsciously.

"Well..." Xiaoxi suddenly opened his eyes and found that he could only hear slight breathing and mother-in-law's snoring. He looked at the window and saw that it was pitch black outside and that the moonlight was gone. Xiaoxi remembered that he had not entered the space yet, so he quickly entered the space.

More than a year ago, the stream's spiritual consciousness broke through the second floor, and could sow ten acres of crops or control mental power for two hours, so the trees on the mountain had been cut off long ago and the large pond was dug.

Because the tree was cut down, but the tree head was still there. So, the stream entered the space and quickly went up the mountain to dig the tree head.

Alas, when will so many trees be dug? This is not enough. The stream thought about it and decided to measure the distance and dig the pit first. If there is a tree head in the dig, it will be dug off. The tree head that is not in trouble will be kept for the rest. When digging the pit, take out the collected seeds and cultivate seedlings first.

As soon as the stream entered the space, I first went to see the saplings on the acres of land. I found that they were all one meter tall and could be planted. Because of the sufficient spiritual power of the space and the spiritual spring, I was not afraid that it would not survive.

The tree pit was almost dug, so I started digging saplings to prepare for planting. The first thing I dug was a walnut tree. The stream decided to plant it from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and a fruit turned into a small forest, which was very layered.

Three rows of walnut trees were planted at the foot of the mountain. Because the walnut trees grew up and the shade was relatively large, the digging spacing was also large.

Although only three rows of walnut trees were planted, the mountain was large, so it not only squeezed the spiritual power of the stream, but after the watering, the stream wanted to lie on the ground and stop moving. The stream took out a handful of cherries (as long as it was something in the warehouse, the stream could control it at will). Because the cherries were produced in space, they were very spiritual and could repair their spirits. Eating more could strengthen their bodies. After eating cherries, they became much more energetic and felt a lot of fatigue. After having some strength, they forced themselves to go to the pond to take a look.

The large pond has been dug, and even the land between the lake has been changed halfway. After the renovation is soon, the water from the lake can be diverted to the fields and ponds. However, now I am busy planting trees and spending my mental energy there, so the fields can be changed back.

When the stream was walking back, I saw a land bun next to the pond of about ten acres, and a small land bun. These were the soil that was produced from digging ponds and changing fields (drawing canals and raising soil). The stream had not yet figured out what to use for. If it really didn't work, it would be used to plant fruit trees.

I looked at the open space on the right side of the wooden house again. There was nothing on it, and it looked very empty. It seemed that I had to think about decorating the space carefully.

When they returned to bed, Xiaoxi immediately went to bed. The next day, it was dawn and they had not gotten up yet. Grandpa Chen thought that he was tired of studying, so he didn't ask her to get up and let her sleep for a while.

In the next month, the stream will be very busy entering the space every night. Walnut trees, chestnut trees, apricot trees, peach trees, jujube trees, cherry trees, orange trees, etc. were planted one by one. Each tree was about ten meters away, and it was planned to collect some other varieties of fruit trees to make up for it.

After the trees were almost planted, the stream began to dig the tree heads and change the fields again.

But as I dug, the stream felt that the stumps left in the woods were pretty, so I chose some beautiful and large stumps to keep and dig out the rest.

After the stump was dug, the fields were also modified. The stream dug a canal one meter wide and one meter deep between the lake and the pond, passing through the paddy fields, so that it would be convenient to use water at that time. Moreover, the surface of the canal lake should be slightly higher than that of the pond, which would facilitate the flow of water.

The stream wants to turn the water in the pond into living water, that is, flowing water, because if you want to raise fish inside, the flowing water can increase the oxygen content. Then you need to drain the water in the pond back into the lake, but don’t worry about this, take it slowly.

When the stream locked up the water in the pond, dozens of crucian carp and more than ten grass carp were placed in it. This was the one that the stream secretly went to the pond to fish without taking a nap on weekends, and some water plants were thrown away.

Then, I controlled my mental power and planted five acres of rice, and the rice seeds were provided by my grandfather.

When he just learned that the stream had a magical space, Grandpa Chen handed over the treasure he had treasured for many years to the stream, tobacco seeds, and asked the stream to help him grow it. Then the two grandfathers and grandchildren secretly dried the tobacco by herding cattle (they were planted to dry tobacco. This tobacco was just burned in the sun, and there was no need to be roasted, and the taste was worse than the tobacco). Because Grandma Chen did not allow Grandpa to smoke more, Grandpa Chen only took a small bundle and kept the rest in the space of the stream. He planned to find the stream at any time after smoking, but it was not easy to be discovered.

Grandpa Chen has a silver hookah that is polished brightly. When it’s okay, especially during lunch break, he smokes a bag of cigarettes. The “gurgling” sound of water is very comfortable with the white smoke.

Now, knowing that the stream has improved the paddy fields, I have provided a bag of grain seedlings, and the stream will take the seedlings.

When I was free, the stream continued to create space and prepared to build a road from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Because of the fruit picking behind it, this road is definitely useful, so the stream planned to repair it well, one meter wide to form a shape.

By the Chinese New Year, the road was halfway through. During this period, I planted rice for a while, but I couldn’t get rid of the grains after harvesting them, so I piled them in the warehouse and cleaned up when I had tools later.

When the rice was just ripe, Grandpa Chen couldn't help but take off a bag of millet with his hands, then went to beat the rice, and made the rice on the same day he came back and tasted it.

"Well, the particles are full, crystal clear, and very beautiful." Grandpa Chen looked at the rice in the bowl, sniffed and continued, "It makes people feel energetic when smelling it." He picked a bite with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, chewed it for a few times, his eyes lit up, and praised: "It has a little glutinous nature, the mouth is sweet and the mouth is full of fragrance! This rice is delicious, and the rice I ate before was vain."

"Well, it's delicious, old man, where did you come from? It's so delicious?" After saying that, he quickly stuffed a few bites of rice into his mouth.

"Oh..." Grandpa Chen, who came to his senses, looked at everyone on the table who was keen on eating rice. He didn't notice himself, cleared his throat and said, "It was a person who passed by today. He came to us to change the millet and said what kind of new variety it was. I changed a bag. I cooked the rice in the afternoon and tasted it. It was delicious."

In Xiaoxi, people often drive cars to exchange grain for fruits, kitchen knives, etc., but they won’t come at this time during the Chinese New Year.

However, Grandma Chen, who was immersed in the delicious rice she had never eaten before, nodded and stopped asking.

Chen Yubin was very supportive of the venue and raised his head from the bowl, and said with a gaze: "It's delicious, we will all eat this kind of rice in the future."

Seeing the grandson with rice hanging on his face and his eyes lit up, Grandpa Chen smiled and said, "Okay, let's eat this kind of rice from now on. I'm still half of it. Make the grain seeds for next year. When they are planted next year, Binbin can eat as much as he wants, but this year it's just a bag."

When Chen Yubin heard that there was not much food, he said in disappointment: "Ah, that's the little bit, I'll finish it in a few days." Then when he thought that when he was planted next year, he would eat some, so he smiled again and said happily: "But, I can eat it again next year."

Thinking that there was not much delicious rice, Chen Yubin quickly picked up the rice that had just fallen on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "Oh, there is not much, so you can't waste it."

This made the few people on the table laugh. Although the meal that night was just a bowl of stir-fried sauerkraut, the four of them cooked a large pot of rice and ate it all.
Chapter completed!