I really don't want to make a choice

The "May [-]st" festival for city people may be a trip to the mountains and rivers.

Rural people face mountains and rivers and fields and vegetable gardens every day, and they simply cannot get the joy of going to the countryside like urban people.

What kind of yellow rapeseed, go out by yourself, and there are large pieces of rapeseed everywhere.

Facing the loess and back to the sky, some are just tired, and there is still the quiet and lonely under the night in the countryside, where is there any mood to go romantic.

Although there is not a lot of farm work at home, rural people will always find some work for themselves.

On May 5st, Pan Xiuxiu woke up very early as usual.

Go to the vegetable garden to have a look, and then to the cotton field, and then take the clothes and go to the reservoir in front of the Han family ancestral hall to wash the clothes.

Han Lang also got up very early that day, and early in the morning, he was reciting vocabulary words in his room.

Pan Xiuxiu vaguely heard her son reciting words, and the lights in his room were turned off very late last night.

The son is really sensible!She was very happy, and for a moment, she almost cried.

After working in the vegetable garden and washing clothes, Pan Xiuxiu went home to cook.

When she came home, she found that Han Lang had cleaned up the living room.

Han Lang is making breakfast in the kitchen.

Lao Han's family is used to eating porridge in the morning, and they add pickles and yesterday's leftovers, which is basically how they deal with it.

So breakfast is simple.

Pan Xiuxiu looked at her son busy in the kitchen, didn't say anything, but was secretly happy.

After breakfast, Han Lang cleaned up the dishes and continued to wash the dishes.

To be honest, Pan Xiuxiu felt a little sorry for his son's diligence.

She wanted to take over the job, but her son refused to give up.

In the words of Han Lang's meeting, it means that he is trying to relieve the pressure and exercise his muscles.

After finishing all this work, Han Lang went to review his homework in his own room, without Pan Xiuxiu's urging at all.

In the afternoon, Han Lang watched his mother go out with a pair of buckets, and immediately walked out of the room.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Han Lang asked with a loud voice.

"Get some water for the vegetable garden."

Pan Xiuxiu replied.

This kid really doesn't understand anything.

"Oh, let me help you carry water."

Han Lang said with a smile.

"The vegetable garden is not big, just pick it up and down a few times. You should study hard."

Pan Xiuxiu said.

She is not a hypocritical woman. It is very normal for rural women to do this kind of work.

The great man once said that women hold up half the sky. Do you really think this is false?

"If you are tired from studying, take a break and move your muscles."

Han Lang walked directly in front of Pan Xiuxiu, picked up the bucket, and walked towards the vegetable garden.

Pan Xiuxiu had no choice but to follow.

Happiness comes too suddenly.

The prodigal son turned back and didn't change his money, it really wasn't built.

"Yo, what else does Xiao Lang do?"

In the vegetable garden, a long-mouthed woman from Hanjiaba saw Han Lang carrying water and Pan Xiuxiu was watering, and said in a strange way.

"Farmers, you have to do everything, maybe you will need it in the future."

Han Lang smiled and said.

"That's true. If you don't get into college in the future, you don't have to do this. My natal nephew, Chan Liangliang from Chanjiagou, you know him. He was a classmate of yours in junior high school. Now he is doing well in No. [-] Middle School. Don't do it, because it's not necessary."

"Xiao Lang, it was said that your grades were better than his in junior high school. Why didn't you go to No. [-] middle school?"

The gossip woman had always been at odds with Pan Xiuxiu, and her own son couldn't even pass the high school entrance examination, but this didn't prevent her from attacking Pan Xiuxiu.

After Pan Xiuxiu's son entered high school, his grades plummeted because he was too bastard. According to the people of Hanjiaba, he was raised for nothing.

In three years, it's better to go out to work early and earn some daughter-in-law capital.

Pan Xiuxiu wanted to say a few words, but Han Lang stopped her and motioned her not to speak.

"Aunt Chrysanthemum, your Xiaoyang is working as a tailor and earns a lot for a month."

Han Lang smiled and said to the gossip woman.

"That's right, including room and board, it's more than 3000 a month. It's not comparable to you. If you are admitted to a good university, you won't earn [-] a month."

"However, there are people in the Haojiazhuang next door who haven't been admitted to college. Now they are too high or too low, and they can't do any work. They are out all year round, and some of them are admitted to a college. They can't find a job with a salary of 1500 a month."

The gossip woman is in the mood, and he is the best at poking people's sore spots.

Pan Xiuxiu felt very sad, and she didn't listen to anything worse than this.

It's interesting for this woman to say this in front of her son?

Besides, my son's grades have improved now, which is very good.

"Well, Xiaoyang's salary is good. Recently, the school organized a competition. I participated in it, and it took only half a day. I got almost 2000 bonuses. But this kind of competition is rare, and I can only spend money now."

Han Lang said with a smile while carrying water, it was very calm.

"What kind of competition, just earn so much money? Why didn't my natal nephew mention it?"

The gossip woman asked seriously, she didn't believe it.

Eighty percent of the time, this little dog lied.

"Chan Liangliang has always been bad at writing. You know the writing competition I participated in. The Han family ancestral hall and the Spring Festival couplets every year have to be written by me. That's all I can do."

Han Lang smiled again and said.

The gossip woman stopped talking, and when it came to writing brush characters, even the most educated gentleman of the older generation in Hanjiaba couldn't compare to this little dog.

"This kind of competition is just for fun. If you want to be successful in the future, you still have to pass the college entrance examination. Xiuxiu, do you think I'm talking about this?"

The gossip woman laughed again.

"Your nephew is not your son. As for talking about it every time. No matter how bad my son is, he still has the qualifications to go to college. What about your son?"

Pan Xiuxiu finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and she usually said these things in front of her, so she couldn't bear it.

What does it mean to say this in front of your own son?I really thought I was afraid.

Han Lang glanced at his mother, smiled, and said nothing.

It's still my mother who is ruthless and direct enough!

Thinking of his past asshole, Han Lang couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Seeing that Pan Xiuxiu was in a hurry, the gossip woman didn't speak any more, then she shook her guts and left just like that.

"No bragging is allowed in the future."

After the gossip woman left, Pan Xiuxiu gave Han Lang a blank look.

"I'm not bragging. I really got 2000 yuan. Otherwise, where did you get the money for your clothes?"

Han Lang smiled and said.

"Hurry up and pick up two more buckets of water. If you can't get into college, you can do this job?"

Pan Xiuxiu glanced at Han Lang again, then pursed her lips and smiled.

"Okay, Queen Mother!"

Han Lang stuck out his tongue, smiled and said.

Perhaps only in front of his mother, Han Lang will always be such a child who can't grow up.

As the sun sets, a young boy is carrying a bucket, and beside him is a woman, who is holding a vegetable basket in her hand, which contains vegetables grown by herself, including peppers.

"Mom, prepare some red peppers and vegetables from home for me tomorrow. I will take them to school to give to my classmates. I didn't know how to return favors when I went to someone for dinner last time."

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