Chapter 15

Readers unanimously disagreed with the assumption that the author was a middle school or high school student.

Especially junior high school students.

The works she published could only be written by someone who has experienced certain emotional entanglements and twists and turns.

For high school students, maybe.

It’s impossible for junior high school students.

Some people also speculate that the author may be a hotel waiter, or a salesperson, someone who sells houses, or someone who runs a business.

Only the service industry will have to work overtime during this holiday.

But if you are already at work, why don’t you update it when you take a day off?

There is only one answer, that is, the author has poor quality and dug a hole and then ran away.

Leaving readers heartbroken.

While readers were heartbroken and left messages asking her to come back to fill in the gaps, Si Cheng lived a stable holiday life.

When I woke up from my nap, my grandparents had already gone to the fields to harvest rice.

The rice that his grandparents had harvested was near their home. Si Cheng found a sickle at home and brought a pot of water over.

My younger brother was playing with his cousin on the edge of the field.

Grandma didn’t let Si Cheng come down to harvest rice, and asked her to help with cooking at home and read books in her spare time.

Since Si Cheng insisted, grandma stopped trying to dissuade him.

After she graduated from junior high school, she seldom returned to the countryside and had not done farm work for almost twenty years. She was still a little uncomfortable with suddenly going to the fields.

But soon, I found the feeling.

Even though it was a bit sunny and bending over was a bit tiring, Si Cheng still bent over and cut rice for more than two hours.

It wasn’t until five o’clock that she went home to cook.

Grandpa also finished work and took Si An and Si Lin to the river to take a bath.

Someone passed by Grandma Si on his way home from work and told her that Si Cheng had become more diligent and had been working for such a long time without stopping.

During the days when we got back from the summer vacation, I wasn’t so diligent.

She saw it all from the field on the other side.

Grandma Si said with a smile that her granddaughter had grown up and become sensible.

The man then asked Grandma Si about the fourth and third sons of the Si family setting up a night snack stall in the city, and then slowly went home.

Grandma Si piled up the rice and covered it with straw, preparing to come back tomorrow to thresh the rice with a thresher and transport it back to the threshing yard to dry.

At present, everyone in the village is busy harvesting rice. Even if you pay, others don’t have time to help harvest it.

Before this, the two old people were content with every acre of land they could get.

After Si Cheng returned home, he washed the rice and cooked it in a pressure cooker.

Cooking with a coal stove instead of burning firewood is easier than before.

I went to the grain cabinet and got some rice to feed the chickens and ducks.

After feeding the chickens and ducks, I pumped out the little water in the water tank, took a bucket, and went to the well in the yard to fetch water and pour it into the water tank.

After finishing all these, she prepared the vegetables. After dark, grandma came back with a sickle and started cooking.

Under the dim light, Si Cheng was so tired that her body ached, so she huddled in front of the stove, the firelight illuminating her face with a golden glow. As the firelight flickered, she felt a little helpless, and after resignedly sighing, she lowered her head.

It turns out that the teenage years she had always missed were actually very poor in terms of material wealth.

There was no television, no mobile phone, no computer or internet. Even if I wanted to read a few books to expand my experience and knowledge, I couldn’t afford them.

The living expenses I have are just enough for food and drink.

It turns out that working in the fields is so tiring.

Many of the female students in the village had to work in the fields with their parents after they were seven or eight years old.

She was lucky that her grandparents didn’t force her.

Before entering high school, she was relatively happy compared to other girls in the village.

Among the female students in her grade, she seemed to be the only one who was admitted to university.

Among the girls who were one grade younger than her, two were admitted to university.

She didn’t know whether to go any further up or down.

As a child, she was a left-behind child. Her parents went out to work when she and her younger brother were very young. Later, when she was in the third grade, her younger brother was taken to the city by her parents to attend elementary school.

She was in the yard, with no playmates.

There were two other children in the yard, but one was four years younger than her and the other was six years younger than her.

Her best friend, who she could go to and from school with, was a neighbor from the next yard who was one year older than her.

She didn’t get into a good high school in the town, so she studied in a junior high school in the commune. After graduation, she didn’t get into high school, and her parents didn’t send her to work, but reluctantly sent her to finish vocational high school.

After graduating from vocational high school, she worked in the city.

I have kept in touch with her over the years, but our world views and experiences are different, so we just can’t communicate with each other.

The neighbor sisters are very concerned about her life events.

She also worried about the marriage and life of her neighbors.

The little sister’s family has three daughters. Her parents are obsessed with wanting a son, but after giving birth to three children, even if they are all daughters, they will not allow her to have another one.

So, her parents chose to marry a daughter to their own family.

Because her younger sister was the most honest and dutiful, and had been sent to a vocational high school by her family, she was kept and married a man who had no special skills and seemed to have a low IQ. I have a hard life, so I work outside and earn some hard-earned money.

Looking at the flickering fire, Si Cheng rubbed his face.

She is now in a desperate situation and it is hard to say whether she can save herself, so she should not think about her sisters for the time being.

Dinner was made by grandma.

Grandma works a little slowly, but she is organized and manages the home, which is very tidy inside and out.

The common sense that Si Cheng learned was far more than that given to him by his mother.

After dinner, Si Cheng took a shower and dressed, then read a book. The rest of the work was taken care of by Grandma Si, as she really didn’t have the energy to work anymore.

She is growing and needs to go to bed early.

No matter how fast she hurried, she fell asleep before eleven o’clock.

The next day, she was awakened by voices.

My grandfather asked a grandfather from the same clan to come to our house to help carry the thresher to the threshing ground. My grandfather wanted to invite him to have dinner at home, but he declined, saying that he had to work in the fields and could not drink, otherwise his wife would get angry.

Grandpa had no choice but to invite him to come home for a drink again tonight.

Si Cheng woke up and his grandmother was not in the room. Si Lin, who was less than three years old and naive, was sleeping on the other side.

Si Cheng got up to help his grandmother with the work, lighting the fire, picking vegetables, and collecting firewood.

After breakfast, I went to the fields with the others to cut rice, and came back early at 11:30 to cook, cut vegetables, etc.

Repeat this in the afternoon.

The next four days were the same as the second day.

Seeing his sister like this, Si An decided not to wander around anymore, so he went to the fields with her to help harvest the rice.

Originally, Grandma Si planned to hire someone to help harvest the four acres of land, but Si Cheng and Si An came back and helped with the work for five full days. The family’s rice was almost harvested, and there were still two acres of land left. She and the old man could finish it if they took their time.

Si Cheng had a very tiring but fulfilling holiday.

She doesn’t even have time to write or read.

Until the last day of the holiday, Si Cheng will return to school.

She was still thinking about the serialized novel.