Chapter 957: The male educated youth in chronology (5)

When Ji Huai came back from the shower, he brought a lot of books, including

textbooks and exercise books, which he asked for from another educated youth

who was admitted. There were also some of his books in the cabinet, all of

which were turned over by him.

He likes to read books, and has never given up studying. Over the years, he

will continue to pick up books at the junk station. Before, he thought about

competing for a place in the University of Workers, Peasants, and Soldiers.

Give up, just unwilling to stop thinking.

Going to university is his greatest wish. After all, he took the exam in a

hurry. The preparation time was only more than a month. The university he was

admitted to was not good, and his major was not good. In his previous life, he

went to this university, then went to graduate school, and then went to Ph.D.

Further studies in the country.

He has been reading and studying all his life, has published many books, and

has done many researches. He is a professor at a prestigious university. I was

married in the middle age, because of exquisite self-interest, self-esteem and

arrogance, the other party is also a high intellectual, who can not bear it,

and divorced.

With constant honor but being alone, in his old age, he still lived a long

life, and was forced to enjoy loneliness and loneliness. I don't know if it

counts as his retribution.

"You read these books first, preview them again, and I will tell you again."

Ji Huai put a few textbooks in front of her and arranged a plan for her, "You

have to get up early to read and read it before you go to bed. Liberal arts

rely on memorization as well. The college entrance examination has just

resumed, and the examination questions are not difficult. However, there are

restrictions on registration this year. The policy may be relaxed next year.

The examination questions and papers will be more complete and the competition

will be stronger."

Feng Qiaolan looked at the books piled aside, and then at her high-bulged

belly. The child in her belly seemed to feel the pressure of her mother and

kicked her.

Ji Huai moved the rest of the books aside, leaving only the "Herb Collection"

that he was reading recently, and he said casually, "We are going to the

capital."

In the words, that kind of self-confidence is born with it, just like grasping

something effortlessly, as if it is not difficult at all.

Feng Qiaolan: ""

Compared to other girls in the village, she also studies, but she is not as

confident that she will be admitted to university.

She sat at the table, obediently picked up the math textbook on it and read

it.

Ji Huai took a small stool and sat aside, took out a small knife, and cut his

wood bit by bit. He lowered his head, slowly cutting, with white wood scum

under his feet.

"What kind of wood is this?" Feng Qiaolan couldn't hold back her curiosity,

and asked.

"Bai Mu." Ji Huai returned to her.

"I said, why do you look so familiar, what do you want to do with this thing?"

She puzzled.

He looked up at her, and said mellowly, "White wood is also called agarwood

tree. The trunk will repair itself when the trunk is injured. The secretion of

the resin produced by fungal infection is the agarwood. The lower agarwood can

be used as incense. Agarwood can be used as medicine or as a spice."

Feng Qiaolan knew agarwood, but didn't understand what he said. Listening to

what he said, I also admired him a little while I understood it. Seeing that

Ji Huai has been cut very thinly, but there is still a lot of white on the

yellow-brown resin. He moved more cautiously on the wood, picking it up and

grinding it slowly.

Seeing a wound on the palm of his raised palm, she quickly asked, "What's

wrong with your hand?"

Ji Huai took a look, "It's okay, I scratched it."

"Let me see." She helped her belly up and moved to his side, stubbornly

pulling his hand to look.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand.

Feng Qiaolan watched his palm cracked, and there was a little blood oozing.

Two of the three fingers in the middle were blistered, the skin was broken,

and the other was shaved and bleeding.

She looked distressed, "What happened? So careless."

"Work will always be knocked out, and it will be fine in a few days." Ji Huai

smiled, retracted his hand and continued to cut with the knife.

Cutting this requires a lot of patience and a lot of effort. First of all, you

have to find the wood that contains agarwood. You have to go up and chop it.

If you cut it, you still have to cut it. If there is such a big piece of wood,

I don't know if it contains one or two agarwood.

According to the visual inspection, the big piece of wood may have one or two,

and the remaining three small pieces of wood can have half and two.

Feng Qiaolan looked at him seriously, with a complicated heart, "Do you want

to use them to sell money, and then save money for us to go to university?"

He just said at the table that he would have plans to take her and her child

away. Only if he had money, he could go and feed her and the child. He was

already taking action.

Ji Huai gently wiped off the wood ** on the resin surface, and then said,

"Although this is expensive, it is too light and difficult to collect. You

can't sell a lot of money. You can only sell some money for you to buy

nutritional products. You need to make up for it. , Don’t suffer even more

afterwards."

Feng Qiaolan said quickly: "I don't need to eat nutrients. I often eat eggs.

They are nutritious enough. They don't have eggs to eat."

People in the village are like this, so who is so expensive?

Had it not been for her only one child in her family, everything would be

close to her, and she would not have eaten eggs so frequently.

"What do you compare to others? Your personal physique is different. You are

getting thinner and thinner now, your body is getting more and more empty, and

your mouth is still strong." Ji Huai stopped and looked at her, raised his

head slightly, and pointed his chin towards the desk. , "Go read some books,

and then go to bed."

Feng Qiaolan held her stomach and could only sit down.

As soon as she sat down, Ji Huai got up and walked over, stretched out her

long hand, turning the pages with her book, and from time to time pointed with

her finger, "Look at these pages, focus on this, look at it this way, and

more."

He is like a teacher, with a strong aura, Feng Qiaolan is arranged clearly.

As the night got darker, the "student" who was getting sleepy while reading

urged the teacher to go to bed, and took the medicine from the cupboard,

carefully rubbing the hand of the "teacher".

"Does the head hurt?" Ji Huai stretched out his hand and asked her.

"It was a little bit in the morning, but if I slept for a long time in the

afternoon, it was gone." She answered honestly.

"This? Or this?" He touched her forehead with the other hand, then touched the

vicinity of the temple.

"Here." Feng Qiaolan took his hand and put it up a little.

Ji Huai: "Lack of sleep can also cause headaches."

She had helped him wipe the medicine, closed the lid of the medicine,

tightened it firmly, and checked a few eyes, crawled to the end of the bed and

put it in the cupboard, carrying him sullenly, saying, "I haven't slept well

for several days, and woke up in the middle of the night. I can’t sleep,

thinking about you all day, what should I do with my child? Sometimes when I

open my eyes until dawn, the child may also feel uncomfortable and make

trouble in my stomach."

Ji Huaijian frowned and didn't seem to know how to answer. He stretched out

his hand and patted the inside of the bed, with a slightly apologetic tone, "I

won't go anymore, don't think about these things now, just lie down and

sleep."

Feng Qiaolan nodded and fell asleep.

He got out of bed, turned off the kerosene lamp, and got into the bed to get

into the quilt.

The room was dark, and she was emboldened, and asked softly, "What if I don't

get into college next year?"

Ji Huai didn't think too much about it, "If you want to take the exam,

continue to take the exam. If you don't want to take the exam, you won't take

the exam. But if you just want to go to university, you must pass the exam."

"I'm not as smart as you and can study. How can I pass the exam if I want to?

If that's the case, everyone has gone to college." Feng Qiaolan said with a

flat mouth.

He thought for a long time, but only relieved, "You just work harder. There is

no other way."

Throughout his teaching career for most of his life, reading books is indeed a

gifted factor, hard work is even a kind of talent, the stupid bird will fly

first.

"Can't you encourage me?" Feng Qiaolan was so angry with him, she touched her

stomach, "The kids are starting to kick me!"

"" Ji Huai reached out and touched her belly. The child inside was indeed

restless, and kicked his hand. Feng Qiaolan gasped with pain.

He passed her hand through her neck and slowly brought her to his arms, his

tone of voice was low and gentle, and he was still gentle in the quiet night,

"I will teach you, isn't it just to encourage and support? If I don't, I will

be slow. Slowly teach, as long as you follow along. Your child may kick you

because you are still asleep, so you protested."

Since he received the admission notice, the relationship between the two

reached freezing point, and they both slept alone at night. It has been a long

time since such close contact. He has become as easy to talk as before. Feng

Qiaolan raised her head in his arms and said, "I can't sleep. "

"Close your eyes." Ji Huai raised his hand to cover her eyes and forced her to

close her eyes.

"I have a headache," she said again, closing her eyes.

He slightly raised his hand covering her, his index and middle fingers pressed

against her temples on both sides.

After a while, Feng Qiaolan suddenly spoke out, calling his name, "Ji Huai."

"Huh?" He responded, his tone raised slightly, his voice mellow and pleasant.

"If you don't have children, I will definitely support you to go to college,

but I am afraid now. When I go to bed at night, sometimes my heartbeat speeds

up, I can't breathe, and I feel dizzy several times. My health has been bad

since I was a child. , It’s getting harder and harder, I’m afraid you’re

leaving, I don’t know what to do, I’m afraid I’ll never see you again.” Feng

Qiaolan also admitted frankly, “I know I’m selfish, and I allow my parents to

put pressure on you. Because I don’t want you to go either, I know you can’t

go, but when you say you won’t go, I am actually very guilty.”

She was also suffering in her heart, always feeling sorry for him, and holding

him abruptly.

Ji Huai comforted her, "There is no need to be guilty, and it is not your own

child. If you leave it to you alone, I will be the one who is not selfish."

Feng Qiaolan was pure and kind, and when he stepped back, she blamed herself.

"Even if I won't be admitted to university next year, I will let you go." She

said seriously.

"If I can't pass the exam, continue the exam. If I go, don't you have to

follow?" He smiled to dissolve the heavy atmosphere, and said in a relaxed

tone, "Aren't you afraid that you can't handle it? The child is still young, I

definitely can't Leaving you and your children here, the big deal will

accompany you for another year in the exam."

Hearing what he said, Feng Qiaolan's eyes reddened without success, "I will

take the exam well, and I will definitely read the book well."

Ji Huai heard the choking in her words, bowed her head and kissed her on the

cheek, put her hands around her and put a soft voice, "The exam is easy, take

it slowly, and you will definitely pass it. If you don't sleep, you should I'm

sick."

"Yeah." She nodded vigorously, and didn't let Ji Huai rub her temples again.

His hand moved down and placed it on her belly. Her hand was also put up,

holding his hand, her eyebrows stretched and closed. Sleep on the eye.

Without the knot, her breathing became even soon after she closed her eyes.

The next day.

When Mother Feng woke up to make breakfast, Ji Huai also woke up. After

washing, he sat next to the pile of stones in the yard, brought a gray brick

in front of him, and held a stone in his other hand. The cane cut in the

mountain was taken out, placed on the gray brick, and beaten continuously with

stones.

Repeatedly, after knocking them into a ball, they continued to knock, the

rattan smashed into dregs, and the juice overflowed, more and more, stained on

the gray bricks, and the originally white juice gradually turned black.

Feng Dafeng woke up, Feng's mother also cooked the food, brought out the

breakfast from the kitchen, smiled and said to him, "Xiao Huai, have

breakfast."

"Here." Ji Huai stopped, pulled over a piece of weed behind the wall,

collected the slag, and touched the juice on the gray brick with his hand, and

squeezed it left and right on his fingertips.

The juice is a bit sticky, but not enough.

"Xiao Lan hasn't woken up yet?" Feng mother asked.

"She didn't sleep well these days, so she didn't ask her to sleep more." Ji

Huai returned to her with the meal.

"Yes, yes, let her sleep more." Feng's mother nodded her head again and again,

her words lightened a lot.

In the past few days, Feng Qiaolan has become haggard and has dark circles

under her eyes. It is a good thing to be able to fall asleep, so she needs to

rest and rest.

The sky is already bright, everyone is rushing to work, and breakfast must be

eaten faster.

Ji Huai's task is still to fry peanuts. After the master's attitude towards

him has changed, he will also give him some tips and teach him some skills. He

occasionally slackens, and the other party also opens one eye and closes one

eye.

After all, peanut oil is valuable, and they can create a lot of income for the

team, with few work points, and no one cares about being lazy.

Ji Huai got off work early today. When he came back, he saw Feng Qiaolan

cooking and curled his eyebrows. "Why don't you rest? How's your body?"

"Today is much better, I'm fine." She stirred the coarse grain rice in the pot

with a spoon, "Are you hungry? The rice is cooked too, hurry up."

Instead of frying eggs for herself, she fried wild vegetables with eggs, fried

dried radishes, and pickles. How can you eat dry rice every day these days?

That's a treat only during the holidays. When harvesting sweet potatoes, it

would be nice to have some sweet potato dry rice.

You can't eat more dried sweet potato rice, you have to keep it in the sun and

eat it for a longer time.

"Wait for parents, don't be too busy, come and rest." Ji Huai sat down in the

yard again, took out the scum that had been broken in the morning, and

continued to pound the gray bricks with stones.

"What are you doing?" Feng Qiaolan walked over and asked him.

Ji Huai: "Take the mucus."

She looked dumbfounded, and asked again: "Why can that thing be used for?"

"It's useful anyway. I haven't succeeded in practice yet, so I can't tell

you." Ji Huai also sold Guanzi and urged her to enter the house when she saw

that she was going to sit down next to her. Let’s go home quickly."

This year’s drought, it’s January now, and the sun is still very hot. You have

to wear short sleeves when you go to work in the fields. It was a bit cloudy

this morning, and the temperature may drop to early 20 degrees, but it rose to

more than 20 degrees at noon. .

He is not afraid of the cold and takes cold showers all year round, but it is

different when she is pregnant with a child.

"With clothes on, it's hot to death." Feng Qiaolan touched her coat. Feng's

mother was also afraid that it would be cold this winter, so she made a long

coat for her, but the winter has not come.

"Hurry into the house." He was still worried, and urged.

Feng Qiaolan couldn't help it, went back to the room, took a chair and sat in

front of the door to watch him busy. Seeing that he was beating all the time,

she stopped to touch her every now and then. She became more confused and

didn't understand.

He seemed to be reading a book about plants recently. She couldn't understand

it, and she didn't ask much for fear of being laughed at by him.

Ji Huai finally got up, took the * and walked to the water tank, took a

scoop of water, put the * in it, and fiddled with it several times.

He washed it several times, but she couldn't restrain her curiosity, got up

and walked over.

"Go slow." After seeing her coming, he said, and saw that there was water on

the ground nearby. He was afraid that she would fall, so he took the

initiative to walk over, "Don't come here, I'll show it to you."

She looked down at the dark mass and stretched out her hand to go.

"Don't thrash, it's very sticky." Ji Huai wrapped it with wild grass leaves.

"This thing gets stickier as it dries, and it's hard to wash on your hands."

Feng Qiaolan looked at the dark patches on his fingers, her eyebrows frowned,

"You have them all on your hands, so quickly wash them with soap."

"I'll fall by myself in a few days. It's not a problem." He didn't care.

She watched him put it away and put it in the back basket. Feng Qiaolan was

confused and didn't continue to ask. When she saw him take out a few bugs, her

face turned pale in fright, and she backed away again and again.

"I won't scare you." He put it away quickly, and raised the corners of his

mouth, "If it succeeds, I will be able to replenish you well."

""She doesn't eat bugs.

After Feng Dafeng and Feng's mother came back, Ji Huai hurriedly ate dinner

with them, stood up and said, "Parents, Xiaolan, eat slowly, I will go to the

mountain to collect firewood first."

He was ready to carry the basket, so he left on his back.

"Don't worry about picking up firewood." Before Feng's mother could say a few

words, Ji Huai disappeared.

Feng Dafeng was eating, "Don't just pick up a few firewood and come back, I

don't know why."

He really couldn't figure it out after picking up a few firewood in a few

hours.

Feng's mother hurriedly urged: "People are actively working at any rate, so

don't say such things in front of him."

Only Feng Qiaolan knew that he was doing other things besides picking

firewood, but she didn't say it clearly, just saying: "A Huai hurt her hand

these days, it's not very convenient to work."

"Where is the injury? Isn't it serious?" Feng mother asked quickly.

Feng Qiaolan still feels distressed: "Finger and palm are broken and

bleeding."

Hearing that Feng Dafeng didn't say anything cold, he went to the yard to **

the ground after eating.

At the same time, the mountain.

Ji Huai didn't find the agarwood tree first, nor did he collect firewood. He

also chopped a small stick of bamboo. He sat on the ground with his knife and

slowly cut the bamboo up.

How fine does it need to be cut?

Probably it can be moved by smelling the wind. It is very thin and very thin.

When it is erected, it is a little bend, and if it moves slightly, it will

shake.

After the bamboo was cut, he took out a string, tied the caught insects, and

then tied the other end of the string to the bamboo. Then, he took out the

dark one wrapped in weed leaves from the back basket. A lump.

This thing has become very sticky and sticky. He took the branches on the

ground and smeared them on the bamboo little by little. After smearing, he

found an open space, squatted down, fluffed the soil on the ground, and gently

Insert the bamboo into the soil.

The thin bamboo hangs slightly, with a string tied to the lower end, and a bug

tied to the other end of the string.

After setting the trap, he got up and left, hiding behind the big tree.

The birds chirping in the forest. In winter, there is little food to eat, and

it is not easy for the birds to come out to find food. After a while, I saw a

few birds flying around, but they did not come down.

Ji Huai was not impatient, and continued to observe.

Suddenly, a bird flew over from the side, landed on the ground, and walked

over to the bamboo. The little head was still watching from side to side, his

eyes fixed on the bug.

Behind the big tree, Ji Huai also held his breath, his hands moved slightly,

and his eyes squinted.

The bird walked forward quickly, unprepared, rushed over and pecked at the

bug.

The string pulled the bamboo, pulled it up, and poured it on the bird. The

mucus on it stuck tightly to its feathers. The bird panicked and wanted to fly

away. The feathers on the wings were already stuck and couldn’t take off at

all. Rolling on the ground.

Ji Huai walked out and grabbed it directly, revealing the joy of the

successful experiment in his eyes.

As long as the feathers are stuck and the wings cannot be spread, the bird

can't fly away.

After catching a bird, he was content to continue looking for the agarwood

tree.

The wounds of some agarwood trees have just formed, and the agarwood that they

marry is not only small, but also inferior. He can't sell it for much money,

but he also cuts it.

After working for a few hours, he chopped six pieces of agarwood and rushed

down the mountain without picking up much firewood.

Feng Dafeng didn't have a lunch break. Mother Feng and him were planting

vegetables in the yard. Seeing Ji Huai came back, they went together, and

their eyes fell on the firewood in his hand. Feng Mu sighed in his heart, and

Feng Dafeng chose to ignore it.

"Dad, Mom." Ji Huai was in a good mood, put down the basket, took out six

pieces of wood from it, and put it in the sun to dry.

"You don't collect firewood, you go to chop the white wood?" Feng Dafeng was

really a few big question marks above his head, and he accidentally caught a

glimpse of his hand, as if he was bleeding again, and swallowed the curse.

Forget it, maybe scholars just can't work like that.

Ji Huai replied: "The New Year is coming. The white wood with this kind of

wound will be fragrant when it is lighted, and there is a little agarwood on

the wound. Some people in the city are very particular about buying something

and lighting it back during the Chinese New Year. I want to sell it when it’s

dried."

The six pieces of agarwood he chopped today can't mention much agarwood, all

of which are very thin, and can only be dried and sold as wood.

"How much can wood sell for? It's all on Baimu Mountain, who pays to buy it?

How much it costs." Feng Dafeng thought he was talking nonsense.

"Yes." Feng's mother also felt unable to sell.

"That’s because we think a lot. Will the workers in the city go up the

mountain? They have to take the tree and cut it back for more than half a

month to do it. It takes a lot of energy. It’s not a big deal for them. For

us, it’s a lot.” Ji Huai was still fiddling, and continued, “If you can sell a

dime, you can buy more catties of meat. No, we keep our own order at home, so

the new year will pass more flavor."

Now one work point is worth three cents, and he makes less than two cents a

day at work.

"That's also true." Although Mother Feng felt that she couldn't sell it, as

long as he had this idea, it was better than doing nothing, and she quickly

agreed.

Feng Qiaolan woke up from the lunch break and read in the house. After hearing

his voice, she got up and walked out. She just saw him take out a lively bird

out of the basket and said to Feng mother, "Mom, I caught a bird. At night You

stew Xiaolan."

"Where did you catch this?" Mother Feng looked surprised and excited, and

hurriedly stepped forward, looking like a baby.

Now everyone has nothing to eat. She is worrying about what she can do to help

Feng Qiaolan. Feng Dafeng used to catch fish secretly, but Feng Qiaolan can't

smell the fish and has nausea, so she really can't help it.

Bird meat is good, bird meat is very nourishing, better than eggs.

Ji Huai: "I caught it on the mountain. I will go up to the mountain frequently

in the future to see if I can grab more and give her more supplements."

Feng Dafeng's eyes flashed, and he said after careful consideration, "Don't

let people see it, it will cause trouble."

Although the team is not strictly managing it, if someone reports it, it will

have to be taken to the village entrance. Every plant and every tree is

national.

"Dad, I'm very careful, no one sees it." Ji Huai showed a humbly teachable

look.

Feng Dafeng is rarely satisfied.

Feng Qiaolan's focus was not that she was about to eat bird meat, but instead

noticed that he continued to break his skin. When he entered the house to

drink water, he kept following him and holding his hand, "You bleed again."

"It's okay." He didn't care.

She was worried: "I have to work for a while, how can this be so good?"

"I won't fry peanuts in the afternoon, and I won't chop wood tomorrow. It will

be scarred in a few days, and it's not a serious injury." He drank the water

and smiled at her. "That thing was used in the morning to trap the birds. As

long as it is covered with bird feathers, its wings can’t spread, and it can’t

fly. It seems to be very useful. I will often catch small birds for you in the

future.

After Ji Huai was about to go out to work, Feng Qiaolan stretched out her hand

to pull his hand, looking at him with a pair of bright and clear beautiful

eyes, her heart was full of unspeakable throbbing, just about to reach out and

hug him, tall and convex His belly was caught between the two.

Ji Huai chuckled softly, bent over and hugged her shoulders, loosened and kept

bent over to look level with her, "Read the book well, don't be lazy."

"I'm not lazy! I read several pages." She defended herself.

"It doesn't matter how many pages you read. The point is to understand them.

You have to finish reading the pages you talked about today. I will give you a

lecture when I come back tonight."

"it is good."

Feng Qiaolan looked at the back of him leaving, reluctantly retracted her

gaze, the corner of her mouth couldn't stop curling up.