The school was busy, and the four groups outside were also crowded and lively.

Some people keep carrying plates and entering the door. When they go out, they are raw rice dumplings, and when they come back, they are cooked rice dumplings.

The sweet taste of the rice dumplings made the members in the group smile.

Since the morning, the members have taken turns steaming rice dumplings with solar stoves, and have been busy until noon. Every household has rice dumplings today.

Nine solar stoves are spread into four groups, even steamed rice dumplings are enough:

The reason is simple. Because the child is not eating at home, every household is reluctant to steam more rice dumplings. They just wrap three, four, one for each person to satisfy their cravings.

I don’t want to use other glutinous rice and dates, so I am going to wait for the child to get greedy one day later.

Some people are also planning to go back and visit relatives one day and make a few rice dumplings to the elderly and children at their relatives' homes, so that they look good.

So a steamer can steam five or six rice dumplings at the same time. This way, starting from around 9 o'clock in the morning, the time and space are more than enough.

What's more, there is a biogas stove in the second group.

The biogas is not resistant to use. In the past two days, the members have been catching the firewood to cook here. Not only do they come to boil water and cook rice, but also to cook!

Even Wang Yi felt novel, let alone the members?

Wang Xianghong wanted them to save some air, but then he thought about it, but he would just forget it. Anyway, there is a lot of humus on the mangrove island, and they need to fertilize the farmland and vegetable fields.

We have to quickly complete the fermentation of humus in Shiaotai!

The Qiuwei River also used a solar stove to steam rice dumplings. After steaming, they shouted to Wang Yi, and Wang Yi ran away.

He ate the sweet rice dumplings and said to Qiuweishui: "We will steam a pot later. We will go back to see our grandfather tomorrow on Saturday and bring a batch for our grandfather. The other one also brings a batch for Teacher Zhu, so that Teacher Zhu's family can taste the rice dumplings from our outer island."

Zhu Zhenxue didn't be polite to him and said, "Okay, haha, steam some meat dumplings. My family hasn't eaten meat dumplings yet."

Qiu Weishui said, "Okay, I will continue to make rice dumplings that afternoon. In addition, after eating rice dumplings, you will follow me into the house. I, I have something for you."

Wang Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Isn’t this girl preparing Dragon Boat Festival gifts for him?

He guessed it right.

After eating the rice dumplings, Qiu Weishui led him into the house and saw that no one followed him. She took out a sachet from her pocket and handed it to Wang Yi:

"This is the custom of my hometown. Children tie colorful lines on Dragon Boat Festival, and young people hang sachets. It has the meaning of praying for blessings to Najib."

"I think this meaning is pretty good, so I made one for you."

“I didn’t sew it very well…”

The last sentence is a humble word.

The sachet is sewn beautifully, made of colorful rags and five-color silk threads. The rags and five-color threads are the same five colors, namely cyan, white, red, black and yellow.

The colored cloth sachet is classical, beautiful and generous, with a strong fragrance. One side is embroidered with a "happiness and well-being" and the other side is embroidered with a "love the motherland".

Wang Yi kept scratching her head after receiving the gift.

It was broken, and he did not prepare a Dragon Boat Festival gift for Qiuweishui.

The main reason was that he didn't expect Qiu Weishui to prepare gifts for himself!

Fortunately, he had some inventory in his hand. After considering it, he thought about it and thought of a love poem he had copied before.

This love poem is called "From Acquaintance to Yongyi", which is written by a man to a wife-level woman. The author is Bai Yan, and he is not a famous poet.

In fact, he remembered that the poet might not have been born yet, so he used it for the partner for a while and was not ready to publish it.

So he asked Qiu Weishui to wait.

After entering the house, I quickly pulled out a beautiful notebook and started writing cursive scripts on the title page:

"When we met,

You ask me

Is it equally good for everyone?

I said

Why do you have any doubts about doing good deeds

When in love

You ask me

Are you thinking about you

I said

I miss you, like you, I miss you

When getting along

Ask me

Do you still love you

I said

Love is like a pen, the words and paper are forever dependent”

He sighed after reading his crazy cursive script: Time is urgent, and he can't show his outstanding hard pen calligraphy. Just do it like this, at least there is a true feeling in this pen.

In this way, he pushed open the door and handed the notebook to Qiu Weishui, and smiled and said, "This is the gift I have prepared for you. I don't know if you like it."

This notebook was absolutely lethal in the 1980s. It was a single A5 notebook with magnetic buckles, and a river wandering on the blue cover.

There are four words next to it with steel seals: The Wei River has deep affection.

The river on the blue cover is the Wei River.

This is a set of books, with more than 50 rivers and rivers in China. Wang Yi happened to see it and looked for it. Sure enough, he found the Wei River cover notebook, so he bought it.

As expected, Qiu Weishui smiled in surprise after getting the notebook.

She rubbed the cover and pointed to the pattern above and said, "This is the Wei River, the real Wei River, the largest tributary of the Yellow River. When I was a child, I looked at the map and my grandfather pointed it out to me."

Wang Yi said: "Yes, this is Weishui. When I was visiting Xinhua Bookstore in Shanghai, I saw this book and bought it for you."

Qiu Weishui nodded heavily, revealing his neck white and curved.

Like the white swans snuggling together under the shade of the tree outside the door.

She opened the cover and said, "This book is so good, with a pen? It also has a fragrance, huh, here..."

"From getting to know each other to eternal ..."

She read the poem softly.

After reading the last sentence "Words and Everlasting Everlasting Yi", she suddenly raised her head and looked at Wang Yi eagerly.

Wang Yi scratched the corner of his mouth and said, "Well, don't say it, it's what you think."

Teacher Wang is so thin-skinned that he is embarrassed to say that his hard work is openly his own work.

Somewhat is too confident.

So he stopped talking and said, "You think so."

As a result, Qiu Weishui asked, "This poem was what you just thought of, right? I saw it, the ink trace has not completely dried up."

"You just wrote this poem in it, right? You, you just came up with such a poem?"

Wang Yi was shocked.

How could you think I was so arrogant?

Cao Zijian still has to make a poem seven steps, and it only takes five steps from the door to the bedroom!

He had to explain: "I just wrote it, but it was not what I thought of in such a short time. It actually took me a long time to write it."

"Xiaoqiu, I'm not actually a very talented person."

He was serious about this.

He didn't want Qiu Weishui to admire him so much because he admired his talents.

He would rather hope that the Qiuwei River is coveting his body.

Unfortunately, he has performed too many times before, and Qiu Weishui has been evolved into it.

The girl hugged her notebook on her chest and looked at him sweetly, her eyes flowing with tenderness: "Teacher Wang, you are really humble."

"You don't have a lot of talent, but you're already enough. Although this poem is not as good as "Face the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom", I like it more!"

She looked up at Wang Yi gently.

The long eyelashes kept blinking.

Even if Wang Yi has never been in love, he knows what this means...

He hugged Qiu Weishui, and then his shame flew directly out of the sky: plagiarism is enjoyable for a while, and it is enjoyable for a while!

The weather is hot in the afternoon and the sun is fierce.
To be continued...