"Sister, get up quickly, I'm done with my meal." Chen Yubin ran in from outside the house. Seeing that Xiaoxi was still closing her eyes, he pulled Xiaoxi's eyelids and wanted to wake her up.

In fact, Xiaoxi had woken up long ago, but it was too cold outside and didn't want to get up. When he heard Chen Yubin's voice, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Sister, get up quickly, the sun is getting hot, my grandfather is asking me to wake you up, Xiaojuan is here, and I'm waiting for you outside." Seeing that she couldn't open her eyelids, Chen Yubin knew that she was pretending to be asleep, so she pushed her.

Hearing that it was grandpa who asked him to wake him up, and Xiaojuan also came over, Xiaoxi quickly opened his eyes and said angrily: "Okay, okay, I'll get up, little death-seeking ghost, early in the morning, your ears were hurt by you." He pushed Chen Yubin's hand away, and then sat up wrapped in the quilt.

Chen Yubin was not angry when he said this. Seeing that his sister was woken up by him, he rushed to the stream and said, "Hehe..." and smiled.

After stuffing her clothes into the quilt, Xiaoxi hugged the quilt for a while, Chen Yubin stood by her with a smile and looked at her without saying anything.

After a while, Xiaoxi quickly put on his clothes, folded the quilt, and took Chen Yubin to the fire.

During the day, you basically don’t burn fires in the house, but usually use a brazier to cook in the yard.

Xiaoxi’s brazier is super big. It is the old stir-frying pot that Mr. Chen doesn’t use at home. The big one. He found a few wooden boards, made a rack, and put a pot on it. It’s a brazier.

"Xiaojuan, you are here." Xiaoxi stepped over the chair in two steps, sat down, and then slowly tidied up his clothes and lifted up the heel of his slippers.

"Well, why did you get up? I've gotten up long ago. I've been waiting for you here for a long time." Seeing that the stream had just risen, Zhao Juan showed off.

Xiaoxi was thick-skinned and had no shame. He said indifferently: "Oh, it's too cold, and the bed is hot."

"Puchi...hahaha..." Zhao Juan laughed at.

Grandma Chen held a large pot of tofu and went to the yard. When she saw Xiaoxi get up, she shouted to Xiaoxi: "Xixi, get up, I have left you with food in the pot, so hurry up and eat the food." As she said that, she brought the pot back to the kitchen, muttering quietly, "I will wake up until now."

Although he was silent, everyone heard it. Xiaoxi continued to pretend that he could not hear the muffled laughter and lowered his head and baked his shoes.

Seeing so much tofu, Zhao Juan asked in surprise: "Xiaoxi, why did your family buy so much tofu? Can you finish eating it?"

Xiaoxi didn't know how to explain, so he said vaguely: "After eating, our family loves tofu. Xiaojuan, I'll go and serve the rice." He quickly put his shoes on and ran away.

I went back to the house and brought a full bowl of pickled cabbage and red potato porridge, picked up a few pieces of kimchi to put it in the rice, and sat by the fire. The stream finished eating in a short while. I washed the bowl with the hot water in the pot.

Grandma Chen washed the hot water in the pot, added water to the pot, put the rice bowl of rice left for the stream in the pot, covered the lid, and then set the fire in the hole of the pot, which played a role in keeping heat.

After dinner, it was impossible for Xiaoxi to be idle, so she was assigned to work.

"Silk..." Grandma Chen pointed to a pile of red potatoes beside the red potato cellar on the edge of the yard and said, "Go and chop the red potatoes, and cook them for the pigs later."

There are quite a lot of red potatoes. It was obvious that my grandfather had just gone down the cellar to pick it up this morning, with water beads hanging on it. Cooking for pigs is not just one meal at a time, but cooking together for several days, and it will not be broken in winter anyway.

Xiaoxi looked at Chen Yubin and Zhao Juan sitting leisurely beside the fire and roasting the fire. He was very angry. He found the special cutting board, kitchen knife and Taobao, moved a small stool, sat next to the red potato pile, and began to chop the red potatoes hard.

The two of them were quite conscientious. They ignored it for a while, consciously carried the brazier to the side of the stream, and then helped pick up the red potato pieces on the cutting board into the pavilion.

"By the way, Binbin, grandpa?" Seeing that there were only a few people at home, they didn't look like there were other people.

"Grandpa has gone out to herd cattle a long time ago, picked out these red potatoes and left." Chen Yubin took out a few slender ones from the red potatoes, digged the hot ash from the fire, buried them in, and covered them carefully. You must know that it is too close to the fire and it is easy to burn.

Zhao Juan also nodded, "Well, I didn't see my uncle's man when I came here." In this winter, my uncle is not without bullcao, and my uncle is still so diligent. It's her that she would rather roast the fire at home, because there are many bullcao in the house.

Xiaoxi put down the kitchen knife in his hand and slapped the claws that were stretched out, "Okay, bake less, these are prepared to cook pig food for pigs." Seeing that he withdrew his hand, he picked up the knife again, "Hey~ Didn't you say that grandpa asked you to wake me up? Why did grandpa go out before Xiaojuan came?" Hengmei was cold and gritted his teeth.

"Haha..." The lie he told was accidentally leaked. Chen Yubin was a little embarrassed, but in a blink of an eye, he said with confidence: "I don't say that, can you get up." He muttered in a low voice, "I'm such a big man, and I'm still staying in bed."

Xiaoxi almost couldn't hold back her laughter, muttering quietly, and even hearing it, she was so drunk.

A few days passed by, mainly because the exam was going to be taken, so I felt that time passed very quickly.

On Thursday, everyone was sitting neatly in the classroom waiting for the exam. Even the female classmate who had returned home to recuperate was back. When she arrived at the school yesterday, Xiaoxi listened to her recovery history with great pain.

It is said that she had been home for a few days and was next to the fire every day. Her mother brought the food to her. The injuries on her hand did not worsen and she improved slightly. However, as she was about to have the final exam and her hand was not cured yet, her mother was anxious and looked for folk remedies everywhere, but she was really looking for them.

Pull a few radishes from the vegetable garden, cut them into thick slices, clamp them with tongs, and roast them on the fire. When the baking is almost cooked, cover them on frostbite while it is hot.

It hurts so much, it’s so hot, and frostbite is enough.

It is said that her mother would give her a message more than once, and she tortured her every day. However, the result was gratifying.

Xiaoxi looked at her hands and had scabbed, and the newly grown meat was pink and tender. It was so quick that it showed that she had suffered a lot.

Although they have a few more courses now, they only have one more English in the exam.

I took the Chinese and mathematics exam in the morning and English exams in more than an hour in the afternoon. At this point, the semester is over.

After the exam, it is to make the bed.

Xiaoxi knew that they were going to move their dormitory next year. There were so many people who were in a mess and it was not safe to put things in this room. If they came late in the new semester, someone might have to move their things. Xiaoxi still remembers that when she was in the sixth grade, she threw away the quilt once when she moved to the dormitory.

"Xiaojuan, put the quilt in this room. When school starts, it is easy to take it around with people. Let's go and put it in Teacher Zhao's house. Anyway, his house is big."

After thinking about it, it was true that there were many people at that time, and whoever knew whom he took, Zhao Juan nodded in agreement.

Take out a fertilizer pocket from under the mat. This was used to put the quilt when I came. I pressed it under the mat after I used it. Now I just put the quilt in again.

Xiaoxi took out a pen and wrote her name on the bag, which was bolder. Seeing Zhao Juan, she was about to leave with a quilt, and Xiaoxi asked her to put it on like herself and write her name.

Zhao Juan, who had originally planned to be lazy, had no choice but to find a bag to put it in and write her name. Then they went to the faculty and staff dormitory with the quilts.

He told Teacher Zhao about his purpose. He was very willing to help with this little thing, so he pointed to the room and asked them to put the quilt in.

As soon as they entered the house, Xiaoxi knew that his preparation was not in vain. There were several quilts piled up on the empty bed in the house. At a glance, he knew that it was not Teacher Zhao and the others, but the students from the same village. They were all naked, without making any marks or anything else.

Because of the quilt or something, it was on holiday and they had to take it home to wash it. They just piled up cotton quilts there.

Xiaoxi remembers that one time, when school started, she came to Teacher Zhao to get her own quilt. She came earlier and no one came to get it.

When I entered the house, I found that there were several quilts piled up. Although cotton quilts were made in the countryside, I could find some differences. But no matter how different it was, it was a small place, and it could still be touched. But, the stream was touched.

She searched for a long time to pile up the quilts and found two quilts, which looked very similar to her own. The small differences were similar, which made it difficult for her to make a choice. In addition, she had difficulty in choosing and had a little obsession with cleanliness. In the end, she had been struggling for a long time before Chen Cui helped to take the bed and leave.

As a result, Xiaoxi always felt that the remaining bed was hers, and she didn't go back to change it, because she knew that even if the second aunt came back with another quilt, she would think that this bed was hers. In general, this was a disease, and she was also very ill.

So this time, she was fully prepared and wouldn't be wrong if she made the mark.

The two of them went back empty-handed. As soon as they entered the inner courtyard, they saw Chen Yubin leaning against the wall of the aisle that entered the inner courtyard with his schoolbag on his back.

"Sister, where are you going? I asked them and said I don't know." He pointed to the dormitory.

"You've packed it up. We've put the quilt in Teacher Zhao's house, for fear of getting it messed up when school starts." Xiaoxi explained.

"Well, I'm packing up." He raised his backpack and signaled that he had all put it in. "Sister, you all put the quilts on Teacher Zhao's place. Should I put mine there too?"

At first, Xiaoxi thought about it, thinking that Chen Yubin and the others were small bedrooms, and they lived in the same class, so it was quite safe to keep it. But everything was unexpected, "Then you should put it in Teacher Zhao's place too... Also, find a pocket to put it in, tie the mouth with a rope, and then write your name with a pen, and use the fertilizer pocket you used to start school."
Chapter completed!