For a Prosperous World

"Well."

On the small tree outside the house, two flying birds screamed and flew to each other, and flew each other, making a gentle cry from time to time.

Spring days are always so full of life, and on both sides are small seedlings on Tian Geng who just took the lead and spotted the gray and black soil a bit green.

A young man is holding a **** in an uncultivated field for reclamation. His appearance is straight, with some solidity, and he is wearing a brown blouse with a strong body. His skin is slightly wheat colored by the sun. Look It's been a long time since I started working on this field.

Turning the ground on the ground, the young man sat at the edge of the field to rest, put his **** on his side, and patted the dirt on his hands.

The sun is shining on people, it will not be as hot as summer, and it will also be breeze.

The pleasant weather makes people unconsciously comfortable, and the young people sit leisurely under the grass shed beside the dirt road in the field.

A simple wooden box was placed in the grass shed, and a small bowl of wheat rice was opened in it to see that it had not completely cooled down, and there were two dried vegetables on it.

The young man sat under the grass shed, took a bite of rice, bit a piece of dried vegetables with chopsticks.

There were no other sounds in the field except insects, and occasionally a fine sound of wind blowing dry grass.

It is a pleasure to live in the countryside.

Not far from the field, there is a cottage made of grass and trees.

It doesn't count as a hut, there are four or five rooms and a small courtyard.

A straw curtain hangs in front of the hall in the courtyard. You can see a person lying in it faintly through the straw curtain. The figure is half-lying, shaking with a fan in one hand, and the other hand seems like Holding a book.

There was not a heavy sound of reading in the hall. Listening to that sound should be just a young man. From time to time, I could hear a chant and a soft song.

On the other side of the courtyard is a kitchen. The smoke is floating above it. I want to know what someone is cooking.

A light reminder came from the kitchen, and the light smoke on the roof flew into the air, rising into the air and disappearing.

After another period of time, it was probably that some twilight began to appear in the sky, and when the sky on the west was red, the smoke in the room stopped, and the sound of reading in the hall stopped.

A twelve-year-old girl walked out of the kitchen briskly.

Wearing a light red shirt with a pigtail and Liu Meiming's eyes, it is not so nice but has the kindness of a little girl next door.

Entering the courtyard, I drank some water in the well and washed my hands. The girl called to the hall in front of the courtyard, "Zhong brother, have dinner."

The figure in the straw curtain was lying half-way and waving his hand, and a somewhat lazy voice came.

"Know you, call your uncle."

"I know." The girl in the courtyard said helplessly, her second brother always lay in the classroom to read every day, and did nothing else, always so lazy. If no one takes care of him in the future, I don't know what to do.

She shook her head and walked out of the door. The outside of the hut was full of fields. The girl entered the field and ran towards a straw shed.

In the shed was the young man who was just cultivating the land. At this time, he had finished eating the rice and sat in the shed to drink water.

The girl ran to the edge of the grass shed and waved to her hand, "Uncle, have dinner."

The young man in the grass shed heard the young girl's voice and walked out early, seeing the young girl waving at him far away from the field, smiled, and responded.

"Got it."

Talking about picking up a **** from the field and carrying it on his shoulder, he walked towards the field with the finished food box.

The setting sun was shining in the fields, covered with a reddish layer, the sky was a little dazzling, the light and shadow were clear, and the figure was drawn obliquely.

It's an idyllic scene.

The young man in the cultivated land smelled a fragrant meal when he entered the door, and put the steamed buns and food containers by the door.

Turning around, she saw the girl holding the meal at the table, and smiled at him, saying, "Uncle, wash your hands and eat."

"Ah, no hurry, I'm not hungry yet." The young man scratched his hair.

The girl looked at him doubtfully: "You have been in the field for a day, why can't you not be hungry?"

The young man grinned: "I just ate the food I brought out in the morning, so I'm not very hungry."

"Morning meal?" Said the young girl, with her hands in her waist, angrily.

"How many times have I told my uncle that the meals in the morning should be eaten out soon. Wouldn't it be cold if you stayed for dinner?"

"Um." The teenager looked awkwardly and smiled bitterly: "Did I forget it?"

"Always said, you always forget." The girl rolled her eyes.

The teenager's eyes moved, and he turned away and asked.

"Why didn't Brother Zhong come yet?"

"He?" The girl turned and sorted the dishes.

"It's not the same as before, thinking about what Shuo Fang's painting is, this time every day."

He grumbled, "I see him, the soul is hooked."

"Haha, I can't say that." The teenager went to the well to wash his hands.

"When Brother Zhong was traveling with his father, he accidentally saw the pair of girls in the mansion and was shocked to be a celestial being. He always copied at home from now on. He should only yearn for his ancestor skills, not the woman in the painting.

"That's nice." The girl muttered.

Inside the straw curtain in the front yard of the courtyard, the former scholar was sitting there, holding a roll of canvas in his hand, watching the canvas come out.

This man is also a teenager, wearing a white gown with a feather fan beside him.

His eyes were bright, and his eyes always carried an indescribable demeanor. He was not handsome, but he was also a young boy.

He looked at the painting in his hand, sighed, and said to himself, "It's still a bit of a god."

"Brother Zhong, don't look at your Shuofang daughter anymore, come out to eat."

There was a cry from the little girl outside, and the teenager holding the picture shook his head and smiled, "Here it is."

Finally, I took a look at the painting, carefully rolled it, and put it away.

Although Xiaoluli in Nanyang is clean, there is always a little human laughter ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, at this time when the Han family fell, the middle of the country was uncertain, it should be a cloud of smoke .

"tread."

A tree branch was broken on the road, and a man walked out of the forest on the side of the road.

The man was wearing an off-white shirt, and it looked like his clothes were dirty. With a bucket top on his head, a black "cane" in his hand, and a heavy-looking book box on his back.

"cough."

The man coughed, and there was a lot of dust in the forest.

"Guru."

There was a cry in the stomach, the man touched his own, exhaled, and leaned on the side of the road.

Lifted his bucket hat and said weakly.

"Ah, I'm too hungry to move."