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Chapter 11 Bamboo Chair Rickshaw

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    In October, autumn has not yet entered, the morning sun is still coming as promised, and the leaves of the persimmon trees in the courtyard are still covered with dewdrops from last night.

    Grandma took a big broom and cleaned along the eaves (the aisle outside the house, the area covered by roof tiles, and the edge of the yard).  I also took a small broom to sweep together.

    ? As long as you see the sun come out in the morning, you must clean the courtyard dam in advance. Grandpa will dry the harvested millet in the courtyard dam.  This is the case in the countryside, relying on the weather for food. When the weather is good, the seasonal crops are dried every day.

    On rainy days, you can't do anything, you can't dry in the sun, and you can't go out to work in the fields.  So every family from generation to generation cherishes the sunny days.

    There is also a drying dam in our village, which is far away from our yard, about one mile away.  As long as the weather is better, the nearby villagers will be "occupied" in advance, so we seldom take it to the drying dam to dry.

    After cleaning the ground, I packed the gathered garbage with a sieve (bamboo product, made by my grandfather). I took the sieve, and as soon as I walked to the gate, I met my grandfather coming back.

    "Pour the dregs into the field at the door," Grandpa said, looking at the scorpion.  "Don't you dump it into the ditch?" Usually, the garbage goes directly to the side of the ditch and pours it into the ditch without worrying about clogging.

    "There are persimmon leaves and grain grass, which can be used as fertilizer when they are rotted in the field." Grandpa pointed to the persimmon leaves emphatically.

    I came to the edge of the field with the scorpion, cleaned out the dregs inside, and stepped on it with my feet, thinking that this would better contact the soil and speed up their decay.

    The days of October can change as they say.  It was sunny just now, but it turned cloudy in a blink of an eye, dark clouds began to gather, and the sky darkened.  Grandpa stopped what he was doing, and the millet bag that had been dragged to the yard was tied with a rope again and pulled back.

    "What's the weather, it's cloudy again. Hey" Hearing grandpa's sigh, he guessed that the millet would not be dry today.  But Grandpa still didn't give up, he looked at the sky from time to time, hoping that the weather would improve.

    At this time, I was actually quite happy in my heart.  The courtyard dam has been cleaned and nothing is exposed, which means that the entire courtyard dam is free for me to play at will.

    He quietly walked into the kitchen and put his hands on the chair.  He listened carefully for about half a minute. After confirming that there was no voice from Grandpa, he raised the chair in his hand and quickly ran to the yard to put down the chair.

    There are a total of 6 bamboo chairs in the house.  I like the small one the most, it is lighter and I can move it.  The other 5 are relatively strong, not quite suitable for my age group.  We also have to keep a low profile.

    After putting the chair in place, I sat on it and pretended to rest.  Actually watching to see if grandparents are at home.  In order not to be discovered again.

    After reconfirming that no one was home, I stood up from the chair. The bamboo chair has a slanted back, so that people can lean on it comfortably when sitting.  I walked to the back of the chair, put my hands on the top of the back, and slowly pressed down hard, and the back of the chair fell obliquely into my arms.  Turn around, clasp your hands back, and complete the whole set of movements in one go.  Holding the chair with both hands, he stepped forward.  I am imitating the appearance of pulling a rickshaw in the movie. After walking half a circle, I feel that something is missing.

    By the way, rickshaws are for people, so I ran to grandma's room, whispered to my sister who was still sleeping, "Grandpa and grandma are out, let's go, brother will take you in a rickshaw"

    "Really?" My sister stared at me with wide eyes, expectantly waiting for my next sentence.

    "Well, let's go", he led his sister out of the room, put her on a chair and sat down.  My sister asked again and again, and after confirming that it would not fall off, she waited nervously and expectantly for me to "drive".

    My sister is a few years younger than me, and she has just entered the kindergarten class. Many things with a relatively high risk factor cannot be played. If I let my grandparents know that I took her to play with dangerous things, I will inevitably be scolded again.

    Amid my sister's exclamation, I tilted the chair down, found a good angle, and strode forward.  The feeling now is much more difficult than before. Fortunately, my sister is not very heavy, otherwise I wouldn't be able to pull it for long.

    The legs of the two chairs that had landed on the ground rubbed against each other in the yard and made a sound like a train. The younger sister sat on it, and after getting used to it, she looked around excitedly and made a hahaha giggle from time to time. She probably never  Look at the world backwards.

    After turning around again, I stopped, not very tired, but there was an indescribable feeling, as if my calf was a little sore.  The younger sister got off the chair, turned and ran away.  Not long after, she pulled a chair with difficulty and came to Yuanba.

    "Brother, I want to pull it too, why don't we change it, my chair is a bitIt¡¯s heavy, I can¡¯t pull it.¡± There¡¯s no way, who told me that I¡¯m a brother, so I turned around and took the chair from my sister¡¯s hand, tried it out, it¡¯s okay, I can pull it.

    "I'll teach you a new way to play, follow me" I said to my sister beside me.  "good!"

    I put the chair in front of my chest, with my palms touching the top of the back of the chair, lightly clenched my fist, pinching the top of the back in my hand, and moving back, the chair was tilted down obliquely, my legs formed a lunge, and my arms stretched forward  , the legs alternately step forward, and the chair is pushed forward smoothly.

    ?After a demonstration, my sister followed suit. After a while, the courtyard was filled with the two of us pushing the chairs, mixed with happy laughter.

    "Which one told you to take out the chair and push it? Ann? See if I won't hit you!" Grandpa just entered the courtyard, and his voice became several times louder in an instant. He raised a palm and accelerated his steps, rushing towards us  My sister and I were so scared that we stood in the courtyard dam, not daring to move.

    "Chairs are for sitting on. How can I sit if the legs of the chair are broken?" Grandpa pulled the chair in my hand, grabbed the back of the chair with one hand, lifted it hard, caught the bottom with the other hand, and instantly lifted the chair.  The chair was turned upside down, exposing two chair legs that had been rubbed against the ground and had deep marks.  "Look at you, are you going to wear out the chair? Look at these two again, and it will take a while, and it will be like this." Grandpa pointed to the other two unworn legs of the chair and said, but in the end his slap  It didn't fall on me either.

    "Grandpa, next time we don't dare, I just watched An Yi in the movie pulling a rickshaw, and I want to learn how to pull a rickshaw," I whispered in fear.

    "Grandpa, don't be angry, my brother and I won't push chairs anymore," the younger sister also lowered her head and whispered.

    "Move the chair in, it's going to rain soon, take care of your sister, I'm going out to harvest corn, if I push the chair again, I'm going to beat someone up." After the grandfather finished speaking, he took the broom and dustpan  I went out, and before leaving, I shot my sister and me back and forth with fierce eyes.

    My sister and I moved the chairs to the kitchen tremblingly. After confirming that we hadn¡¯t been beaten, I took my sister¡¯s hand and went outside to see where my grandparents were harvesting millet and whether I could help them.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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