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Chapter 19 Grandpa's Jingle (Tongue Twister)

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    ?The village in the evening was exceptionally quiet. After finishing their work outside, every household took their farm tools and went home with the sunset, talking and laughing.

    At this time, those who did not go out, or returned home early, started to light a fire and cook.  (My grandma cooks in my family, and other families are basically women)

    The roofs of each house were covered with smoke from the chimney one after another. Looking from a distance, it was foggy.  As the sun sets, the light fades and the smoke blends with the night.

    The smell of fireworks permeates the village, like a protective film, separating the village from the night, and adding a layer of human touch by the way.

    The chickens raised at home are kept in the chicken garden during the day, and they have to rush to the kitchen at night.  Because the fence of my house is made of bamboo fence, which is relatively simple and can be easily destroyed by thieves. It is very easy to come in and steal chickens.  Moreover, according to my grandmother, a long time ago, when my father was a child, my grandmother got up in the middle of the night and carried my father to the bathroom. She saw a weasel kill the chicken at home.  Dragging it out, if Grandpa hadn't reacted quickly at that time, he probably wouldn't even be able to get the chicken feather back.

    My kitchen is relatively large, with more than 30 square meters.  In addition to the stove, woodpile, cupboards, water tanks, tables, chairs and benches, there is still a large area that is vacant.  Here, it is a place reserved for the chickens to rest at night.

    To close the chickens at night, we use chicken covers (a kind of bamboo back sling that looks like an upside-down buckle, and there are pictures on Baidu). There are two chicken covers, one big and one small, all made by grandpa himself.

    Put the chicken cover in the designated position, and then drive the chicken from the yard to the kitchen, and it will jump on the chicken cover by itself.  After jumping on the chicken cover, grab the chicken cover with both feet, then slowly squat down, lower your head, and close your eyes. This is how chickens sleep.  I have always thought that chickens are amazing, and they can fall asleep while squatting.  Isn't it afraid that it will fall asleep, lose its grip on its feet, and fall from above to the ground?

    During the day, after the chickens are driven to the yard, the chicken covers will be taken to the yard to dry in the sun. Grandpa will clean the place where the chicken covers are placed in the kitchen once a day.  Because when the chicken is resting at night, it will also shit, uh, well, I won¡¯t go into details.

    There are not many ducks in the house, 5 of them are locked in the utility room.  I asked my grandpa why the chickens and ducks were separated, and my grandpa told me that the place is narrow and easy to fight.  Well, I seriously suspect that ducks poop more, and it is easy to disgust people in the kitchen.

    After dinner early, after grandparents boiled the footwashing water, the four of us sat around the footbath and took turns washing our feet.  Grandpa likes to use very hot water to burn his feet, saying that when he sleeps, his feet are warm.  After I tried it once, I gave up. I couldn't stretch my feet at all. Are you sure it's not boiling water?

    Anyway, grandpa washes first every time, and grandpa washes after grandma.  My sister and I were last.  It may be because children's skin is relatively tender, so they can't wash in too hot water.  Of course, my injured right foot can only be left unwashed for a few days.  The child has no foot odor, so don't mind it.

    There is no TV at home, and there are frequent power outages at night.  So most nights we lit kerosene lamps.  After washing our feet together, we moved the kerosene lamp from the kitchen to the room of our grandparents. My sister and I also got into bed together to warm ourselves up first.

    In fact, there are two vacant houses in the family, but the great-grandmother lives with my grandpa these days, and she lives in one side in rotation every month.  Parents have not been back for a long time.  In addition, there are two children, and there is no electric light at night, so they are always worried about what will happen.

    The grandparents who finished packing also accompanied us early.  The time is actually very early, but in our age, the place is relatively remote, there is no mobile phone, and there is no TV, and even the basic lighting has to rely on kerosene lamps, so we have to lie in bed to rest.  But grandparents can always think of ways to pass the long night.

    Sometimes, grandma would tell us the stories of their time. Grandma and her brothers and sisters dig out bird nests, pick up chestnuts, pick ginkgo fruits, touch fish, and other interesting stories.  But what I like to hear the most are the stories my grandma told about my dad.

    Dad's grades were very good when he was a child, and he was in the top five in the village.  Then in the later period, I stole oranges, roasted sweet potatoes, and broke corn with my friends in the yard. How did my academic performance decline, and I regretted not being admitted to school later.

    There is also a story about my aunt, my aunt is like a follower, following behind my father, running around, and crying, I feel very much like my sister now.

    Grandpa seldom tells stories, but Grandpa has one special thing about him, that is, he has a lot of jingles that are very slippery.  Teach me and my sister differently every day.

    "I'll tell you a jingle, let's see which one of you learns it first, and the one who learns it first will get a prize!" Grandpa once again launched tonight's jingle contest.

    "Order beans on this side of the river, don't want to be fat, and on the other side of the riverTo order beans, you need gray fat." After finishing speaking, grandpa calmly leaned on the edge of the bed to see which of us would learn first.

    "If you order beans on this side of the river, you don't need to be gray, and when you order beans on the other side of the river, you need to be gray." As soon as my sister finished speaking, grandpa laughed. It seems that this is still a bit difficult.

    I deliberated carefully and said: "If you order beans on this side of the river, you don't want to be gray and fat, and when you order beans on the other side of the river, you need to be gray and gray"!  !  !  What the hell, I can't straighten my tongue.  Instantly felt that this jingle was quite difficult.

    "Oh! You are not right, hahaha" Grandpa laughed happily.  "Let me tell you another simple thing to try."

    "If you eat grapes, don't spit out the grape skins, if you don't eat grapes, you spit out the grape skins" This should be simple. Grandpa reached out and took out the prepared candy from under the pillow, and said, "Whoever is right first will be rewarded with this candy."

    Wow!  There is really sugar to eat!  My sister and I don't have any snacks. Candy is our favorite, but it's rarely available.  On the one hand, the conditions do not allow it, and on the other hand, we are afraid that we will have tooth decay.

    "I'll come first! I'll come first!" The younger sister replied excitedly: "If you eat grapes, you don't spit out the grape skins, and if you don't eat grapes, you spit out the skins." Oh, almost almost, let's do it again.

    "Eat Putu but don't spit Putu skin, don't eat Putu but spit Putu skin"!  !  !  What the hell is this!  My sister can't believe what she said.

    Hey, I'm still here!  "Eat grapes without spitting out grape skins, and do not eat grapes but vomit grape skins" is perfect!  Once through!  Grandpa gave me two candies with satisfaction.

    I got the candy, compared it left and right, gave a red one to my sister, and kept a blue one for myself.  After all, I am an older brother, and I have something to share. My grandparents have always taught me to take good care of my sister, after all, she is so young.  Moreover, eating too much sugar is not good, what if a tooth decays?

    The jingle, which can also be called a tongue twister, has accompanied me through many nights. While having fun, I can also learn knowledge. Grandpa has worked so hard~!  !  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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