Chapter 14 I want to help you He Feng finished digging a piece of land,...

He Feng finished digging a piece of land, put the hoe on the ground, supported himself to rest, and a hand handed him a cup of water.

"Brother, do you want to drink?"

He Feng recognized it as his cup of water. He wanted to refuse, but was afraid that refusing would be too weird, so he reached out and took it and gulped down a few sips.

He usually brought water with him when he went to the fields, but today he actually forgot about it.

Song Qingshu squatted at the edge of the field, looked at the vegetable sprouts in the field, and reached out to poke them.

"That's grass, pull it out."

Song Qingshu's fingertips paused slightly, and without raising his head, he pulled out the grass and threw it at his feet.

He Feng saw him squatting like a little mushroom, threw the hoe on the ground, walked over and called him, "Go and smash the dates, it's a good time for me to take a break."

He Feng helped him stand up, took the bamboo pole leaning against the date tree and handed it to Song Qingshu.

Next to the date tree was a well. He Feng took a plastic sheet to cover the well mouth, and spread the cloth on the ground, and then told him to hit it with the bamboo pole.

With one stroke of the pole, two dates fell. He Feng walked over to help him push and hit the branch with the most dates.

A lot of dates fell to the ground with a clatter.

Song Qingshu's attention was all on this "hug from behind". He Feng had tried his best to keep a distance, holding the scallion-like fingers with his hand, and straightening the bamboo pole with his wrist.

He had just finished his work, and his body was steaming. The heat sprinkled on the back of his head, and when Song Qingshu looked up, it touched his upright nose.

After a moment of hesitation, He Feng let go after finishing this stroke and let him play freely.

He asked Song Qingshu to try first and not to hit it. He fetched a basin of well water and put it aside.

"You can eat it after washing it. Some of the ones that have been pecked by birds are not worth it."

"Send some to Lao Jin later."

Song Qingshu agreed, hit a few more strokes, and then squatted on the ground to pick dates.

He Feng glanced at him after digging a furrow. After digging two furrows, he saw Song Qingshu had already delivered a handful of dates back.

Originally, Old Jin waved his hand, saying no. Song Qingshu was worried that Old Jin's teeth were weak due to his age and he couldn't eat sour food, so

he specially picked out some big, red ones and put them on Old Jin's bicycle. With a smile on his face, knowing He Feng's hands were dirty, he took a few and stuffed them into his mouth.

When He Feng resumed his work, he secretly squatted in the field to pull out the weeds that He Feng had asked him to pull. He hadn't noticed before, but now that he looked carefully, he could see that the weeds looked a little different from the vegetable seedlings .

He Feng worked diligently, but he would look for Song Qingshu

out of the corner of his eye. After he had dug up the entire area, he realized he didn't know where Song Qingshu had gone. He scanned the entire area with his eyes before he spotted the person squatting among the vegetable seedlings.

The seemingly obedient young educated youth, knowing that he would disagree if he asked, began to help quietly.

He Feng was both angry and amused. The ground was still wet, and he hadn't brought any seeds, so he planned to plant some corn this afternoon.

As long as the weather was good, the harvest of wheat stubble, corn, and sweet potatoes would not be too bad.

It's time to remove the bean racks, sow cabbage seeds later, and sell some sweet potato seedlings on the street in a few days.

He made plans and stood there motionless, waiting to see when Song Qingshu would notice that he had finished his work.

He waited and waited but he didn't take a break. He Feng couldn't stand it anymore, frowned and walked over to pull the little mushroom away. How could he keep pulling weeds in the field with a body that had just recovered from an illness?

He walked over aggressively, "Baby?"

"Brother! You're done!" Song Qingshu looked up and called brother reflexively.

Put your dirty hands behind your back when you realize something. This is the posture that kindergarten children use in class, and it is also the posture that children in orphanages use when they make mistakes.

He muttered, "I just wanted to help you."

"You're digging, and I'd feel guilty standing still."

His voice wasn't loud, but the way he argued for himself softened He Feng's heart. "Okay, I know you're worried about me."

"Get up first, go wash your hands."

"I still have to go to Teacher Zhu's house to ask about something."

He Feng's own hands weren't quite clean either. He half-crouched and stretched out his arms. "Help me up."

He was short of energy, and after squatting for too long, he'd feel dizzy when he suddenly stood up. He Feng always remembered it.

He hadn't poured out the water from washing the dates. He Feng washed his hands casually, then squatted down and pressed Song Qingshu's hands into the water.

The well water was cool, and he squatted beside Song Qingshu, rubbing his hands against the mud and green grass

juice that inevitably stained them from pulling weeds. Song Qingshu was thin, and his hands were very beautiful.

His fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints, and the pads were soft, his skin tender, and his nails were neatly trimmed.

It was just that he was stuck in some mud now, so He Feng patiently helped him clean it off bit by bit.

The moisture from the grass was harder to clean than the mud, but fortunately it hadn't dried completely on his hands, otherwise they would have been yellow and green, and even rubbing with soap wouldn't have gotten rid of it.

After changing the water in the basin, Song Qingshu's hands returned to their clean and tender white state, though his palms were a little red.

He Feng used the corner of his clothes to help him wipe the water droplets off his hands, and then he threw the hoe under the jujube tree and said hello to Lao Jin in the distance.

Lao Jin smiled and said goodbye to them. He Feng asked Song Qingshu to get on the bicycle first, and he pushed it forward a few steps, and then got on the bike after leaving the pile of grass.

He then saw the dates that Song Qingshu had left for him in the basket, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Kid, have you finished reading the novel?"

He Feng's voice fell into his ears against the wind, and Song Qingshu clutched his flying clothes, which were still wet with water marks.

The hair on his forehead fluttered, and he blinked, "I've only got a little more to finish."

"Then I'll lend you another one."

"Okay."

Teacher Zhu lived in an alley at the intersection. He Feng parked the car at the door and asked Song Qingshu to wait in the car first.

He was afraid that if Teacher Zhu didn't agree, both Song Qingshu and Teacher Zhu would be embarrassed, so he might as well pass the message himself.

Before leaving, he took out a White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket, "Eat it, this is a loan from me to Zaizai. Next time I go to town, I'll buy some more to fill Zaizai's candy jar."

Recently, he really didn't have much time to go to town, but the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon, and he had to buy some things for visiting the graves, so he had to go to town once.

Song Qingshu said no, we were all family. He Feng rubbed his head and turned to go into Teacher Zhu's yard.

The doors of the villagers were usually open, so He Feng went inside and called out to ask if Teacher Zhu was at home.

Teacher Zhu was reading in the room wearing glasses. He was delighted to see He Feng. "What are you doing here?"

"Ask if our elementary and middle schools if they need teachers. Can we ask Song Qingshu to teach?"

Teacher Zhu pushed his glasses and asked with a hint of sarcasm, "Song Qingshu? The young educated youth who followed you?"

He Feng nodded. He didn't know what the villagers had said about him, but he felt they certainly didn't say anything nice, but they didn't say anything too unpleasant either.

He smiled and said yes. He borrowed the book last time for someone else to read. He would return it in a couple of days.

Teacher Zhu paid no attention. He stood up and glanced at the door, but saw no one. "Where's he? Has he come?"

"He's at the door."

"We must be short of teachers here. Ask him to come. I'll see what he can write. Is he teaching middle school or elementary school?"

"Okay."

He Feng walked out. Song Qingshu didn't get in the car. He stood at Teacher Zhu's door, looking at the cherry tree planted by the gate.

It was already autumn, and although the leaves hadn't yet turned yellow, there wasn't much to see. "It's a cherry tree." "

Oh, I was thinking it was a peach tree."

He Feng put his arm around his shoulders and led him into the house. "I'll teach you later. Let's go inside. Teacher Zhu wants you."

Entering the main room, Teacher Zhu was sitting at the table. "Can you write this?"

Song Qingshu opened it and found it was a math problem. It didn't look difficult, probably at the middle school level.

Although he had been a university student for two years in his old world, he had tutored for a while to earn money, but then his health failed and he stopped going out altogether.

This also left a deep impression on him. He sat down, pencil in hand, and began writing for a while, completing the entire page before handing it back to Teacher Zhu.

The paper wasn't as white now, but rather tinged with yellow, which was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Look, I know Chinese and English, too."

Teacher Zhu pushed his stringed reading glasses closer to his eyes. Although he was old and his face was covered in wrinkles, his eyes were clear.

He had written all the questions he'd given on the paper, and the process looked correct. He knew he could teach from the first to the third grade without any problems. He nodded with satisfaction.

"Then come teach in our junior high school."

He stood up and walked over to the calendar, checking the time: August 11th, the twelfth of the eighth lunar month.

"Today is August 11th too. I'll get you some books. Come to school when school starts in September."

Song Qingshu was delighted and smiled as he thanked Teacher Zhu. Teacher Zhu went back to the inner room to search for books on the bookshelf. She asked him why he didn't go back to the city to study. If he got into university, he could stay in the city to teach. Wouldn't that be better?

He Feng's expression darkened upon hearing this, and Song Qingshu responded without a pause.

"I'd like to stay here. Being a teacher and sending students out would be nice."

"The village kids are naughty, but they also respect their teachers. If they really make you angry, I'll discipline you, but don't get angry yourself."

Teacher Zhu handed some textbooks and lesson plans, all handwritten by him, to Song Qingshu. "Take a look at these. Here, one teacher might have to teach several subjects."

He Feng knew this; Teacher Zhu had taught him math, geography, and chemistry.

He had been a bit naughty as a student, and had received many scoldings back then, but that didn't stop him from visiting his teacher during the holidays.

Song Qingshu nodded. "Don't worry, I'll definitely take a closer look."

Teacher Zhu couldn't hide the approval in his eyes. He looked from Song Qingshu to He Feng. "Although you weren't destined to study, you did find someone who did."

He felt like a good student who had found a scoundrel, and even the look he gave He Feng was tinged with disdain.

"We don't either." "Okay, no need to say more." Teacher Zhu closed his eyes and tilted his head. "I don't care about this. As a human being, it's enough to live a happy life."

"You look easy to talk to. You should be stricter when teaching in the future, otherwise you won't be able to control these little boys."

"Learn more from He Feng and keep a cold face."

Song Qingshu saw that the father and son had a good relationship. He glanced at He Feng and found the puzzled look on his face. He couldn't help but smile, "Okay."

After walking out the door, He Feng took the book held by Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu didn't give it to him, "There are dates in the cart basket. If they are crushed, the books will be dirty."

He Feng thought about it and felt a little jealous. Now he was thinking about teaching. He would not talk about school things every day when he went home in the future.

He wanted to complain, but he saw the joy in Song Qingshu's eyes, and even the movement of turning the book was brisk.

Forget it, let's go home.