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    "I want to step on it too, I want to step on it too." When the little guy saw his father standing majestically on the watermelon, he stood on it no matter what, and ended up jumping on the watermelon.

    "This watermelon is too solid, don't be unfamiliar with it." Zhao Weidong completely believed it.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯m good at picking a watermelon. I¡¯ll definitely make it cooked and sweet.¡± Liu Junhao put the huge watermelon into the basket and hung it in the well water with a rope.

    Watermelon iced in well water is also a traditional way of eating. Well water is warm in winter and cool in summer. The well in the yard is older than Liu Junhao and is probably dozens of years old. As soon as one approaches the mouth of the well, one can feel the heat inside.  The slightest hint of coolness.

    After soaking for about half an hour, at Xiao Haoyu's urging, Zhao Weidong pulled the rope out of the well. Although the well was not too deep, he still heard a "clatter" sound inside, and he didn't care at first.  , thought it was the sound of water flowing.

    But when they lifted the basket less than half a meter away from the wellhead, they found a dark thing in the basket that was squirming and making a "click, click, click" sound. Zhao Weidong was startled. The well in his hand  The rope almost fell off.

    "What is this, Xiao Hao, come and see, there is something in your well." He pulled the well rope with both hands and hung the basket there.

    "What, what?" Liu Junhao was picking vegetables in the garden. Hearing their screams, he hurriedly ran out, followed by Professor Zhao.

    "What do I think? Why did you pull Prince Jing up? Put it down first" Liu Junhao said and put the basket into the water again. He only lifted it up again when he saw Prince Jing swimming away.

    "What is Prince Jing?" Zhao Weidong and his wife were very surprised.

    ¡°It¡¯s nothing, just a fish raised in a well,¡± Professor Zhao explained with a smile. He often stays in rural areas and knows some customs and habits.

    Rural people are more superstitious and believe that many things are controlled by gods. The Kitchen God, God of Heaven, God of Earth, God of Wells, God of Fire, etc. all have to kowtow during the Chinese New Year.  And it was so confusing that I didn¡¯t know who it was for

    "Feudal superstition," Zhao Weidong's wife curled her lips and said after hearing this explanation.

    "It's not all superstition. The more you use the well water, the more alive it is. This is the same as running water that does not rot. Raising a few fish in the well can not only make the water alive but also prevent the breeding of insects and mosquitoes in the water. That's why people used to regard these fish as the well's prince.  Liu Junhao said as he picked up the watermelon. Suddenly a chill spread from his fingertips to his arms, and then spread to his whole body. There was an indescribable feeling of comfort

    As he raised the knife and dropped it, there was a crisp "bang" sound, and the watermelon split into two halves, the bright red flesh of the watermelon was revealed, and the watermelon seeds as big as fingernails were as dark and translucent as black jade, and countless juices splashed on the table.  As the water flowed down the table, after a while, the ants on the ground were attracted by the sweet smell and gathered in a large area.

    "We're all our own people, let's each take what we have, don't wait for me to give in!" Liu Junhao said, taking a piece of his own and putting it in his mouth. The unique rustling sweetness of the big flower skin immediately came through.  into the throat.

    "It's so delicious" The little guy stepped forward and grabbed a big piece without hesitation.

    "It's very sweet. I haven't tasted such authentic watermelon for a long time," even Professor Zhao couldn't help but praise it.

    This watermelon is different from the ones sold in supermarkets. It is naturally ripe. It tastes rusty and has a very good texture. When you eat it, it feels cool in your heart.  The watermelons sold in supermarkets are picked when they are half-ripe, so they last longer. Although they look very red, they taste a little skinny and chew like cotton.

    A few adults were still a little concerned about their appearance, but little Haoyu let go of his arrogance and wolfed down the food in his hands, staring at the food on the table, letting the bright red melon juice flow down his fingers.

    The little guy calculated very well. He cut half of the watermelon into eight pieces, but there were five people here. That means that two of the slow eaters would end up eating less than one piece. He couldn't fall behind, so the little guy ate havoc and stuffed his mouth with it.  It was so full that I didn't even have time to spit out the watermelon seeds, so I swallowed them directly.  But before he finished eating, his belly was so full that he couldn't eat any more, and it made a banging sound when he knocked.

    Liu Junhao did not waste the watermelon seeds. Instead, he placed a special bamboo sieve and asked them to spit the seeds into it. These watermelon seeds with large flower skin are big in size. After being washed and dried, they are stir-fried in a pot with five-spice condiments.  It tastes particularly crispy and fragrant.

    At noon, they started eating directly under the leafy poplar tree. The meals were still the usual fare, including scrambled eggs with tomatoes, roasted eggplant, braised eel, winter melon and crucian carp soup, and then cooked a large pot of mung bean soup.  All alive.

    Although these are very ordinary meals, Zhao Weidong and his wife still had a different feeling after eating them.  There is no fan in the yard and they eatI was sweating profusely, but my heart felt indescribably comfortable.

    After eating, Liu Junhao originally wanted to cut the remaining half of the watermelon, but Zhao Weidong waved his hand and refused, saying that he was too full and couldn't eat anything now.

    So, a few people sat under the big poplar tree to enjoy the cool air, fanning themselves casually with cattail fans in their hands, which was quite comfortable.

    "Haoyu, didn't you say you wanted to report your results to your Uncle Liu? Why did you forget?" At this time, Zhao Weidong's wife said to her son who was catching butterflies under the loofah vine.

    "Oh, I forgot, you wait," the little guy immediately ran into the house, took out his schoolbag, and pulled out a newspaper for Liu Junhao to read.

    It turns out that the essay written by this little guy was actually submitted to the newspaper. The content of the essay was about his experience in Liujiagou. Although the language was a bit simple, it was full of childlike interest.

    "Okay, I didn't expect that Xiao Haoyu is still a writer, and he still praised me in his composition. Uncle Liu did not love you in vain," Liu Junhao naturally had many words of praise.

    Just as he was talking, the furry kid came over to play. He walked to the door and saw guests in the yard and wanted to turn around and leave. However, Liu Junhao stopped him and cut him a large piece of watermelon and said, "You naughty kid, why are you running around?  Come and play with Haoyu,"

    At first, the two children were a little unfamiliar with each other, but they got to know each other quickly and soon found common topics. Regardless of the heat, they played around in the yard, catching eels and feeding fire heads, and had a great time.  Huh.

    But they soon became very interested in the two turtle doves raised by Professor Zhao, and wanted to go outside to catch grasshoppers and feed them.

    There used to be a lot of grasshoppers on the grass in Liu Junhao's yard, but since he got a dozen pullets, those grasshoppers have almost disappeared. Now the group of pullets are becoming more courageous, except when laying eggs and at night.  After returning home, I spend the rest of the time looking for food outside.

    In summer, there are many grass bugs in the woods, so these little hens have plenty of food, and they are full every time they come back. They even disdain the corn kernels that Professor Zhao sprinkles in the yard.

    "It's a hot day, so don't run around. Just feed the turtle doves some cabbage caterpillars. There are a lot of green bean seedlings. Look for them." Liu Junhao was a little worried. There was water everywhere in Liujiagou. The two children were like this.  It¡¯s very uneasy to go out.

    After listening to his suggestion, the two children did not object and began to look for cabbage caterpillars on the shelves. After a while, they got a few bean shelves, and of course they also caught a lot of cabbage caterpillars, and they were all very fat.  .

    The two little guys fed the turtle doves with great interest. It is said that these two turtle doves are really lucky. They were soaked in the rain for most of the night and did not freeze to death. Under Professor Zhao's feeding, they changed every day. Now they have grown  Full of gray and white fluff, it looks particularly energetic.

    They saw humans as soon as they opened their eyes, so they were not afraid of the two naughty children, and they even opened their mouths "chirping" to eat the caterpillars.

    "Grandpa, give me this turtledove, and I'll take it back to show it to my friends." Xiao Haoyu became happier and happier as he fed it, and finally came up with the idea of ??long-term feeding.

    "What are you going to feed it? Are there no bugs in the city?"

    "Feed it rice and mung beans, and the birds will eat them all."

    "No, this thing is still small. It can't digest food at all. It will starve to death." Before Professor Zhao could say anything, Maozi had already taken the lead in objecting. He was considered a little expert in feeding birds.

    "Then let's wait until we grow up," the little guy said reluctantly.

    "I won't let you take it back after I raise it. The birds I brought last time died in just two days. How many days have you been crying? Are you still raising birds?" This time, his mother objected.

    By the way, the few wild birds Liu Junhao caught for this little guy made him excited for a few days. After bringing them home, he happily asked his friends to visit his home.  But it didn't take long for several birds to become languid and eventually died one after another.  Because of this matter, Xiao Haoyu cried several times.

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