Candles are no longer considered a good thing in the Luo family and Lao Yang's family. They have basically become necessities and consumables like toilet paper, tableware for eating, and tea bowls and teapots for drinking tea.

However, conditions like those of the Luo family and Lao Yang's family are only a minority, especially the Luo family's, whose living standards are no more than those of wealthy families and official families in towns.

The only difference between the Luo family and the Luo family is that no matter how good their conditions are, they still live in the village and adhere to the style of a farmer's family, doing everything by themselves without adding any maids or servants.

For 90% of the people living in eight villages, candles are a luxury item. They only light them during festivals and holidays, and they still light soy oil lamps on ordinary days.

Lao Wang's family is an exception. This exception cannot be compared with the 10% good conditions, but it is not among the 90%.

Lao Wang's family has candles, and there are many candles. These candles were given by Mrs. Tan and Mrs. Sun.

In the past, when Dabai was at home, although he had stopped reading for a long time, Dabai did not light soybean oil lamps in his room. He would light candles when sleeping to make it easier to get up at night.

It's the same in the dark room.

If Kong Yiji is the only one standing and drinking in a long gown, then Lao Wang's family is like this. In the past, the two boys tried their best to create the treatment of "shantytown princes".

At this moment, Yang Huamei took out a candle wrapped in a handkerchief from the drawer, took out two unused ones, held them in her hand, and went to Xiao Hei's room.

Xiao Hei and Da Bai's house was at the side and front of the main house, and the two brothers' houses were right next to each other. When Yang Huamei came to the ajar door of the house, she deliberately slowed down her steps and didn't make a sound. She deliberately put her ear next to the house.

Listen for movement at the door first.

"Huh... ba... hu... ba..."

There was an ups and downs of snoring coming from inside.

Yang Huamei was a little confused, had she already fallen asleep?

She pushed the door open, and at a glance she saw Xiao Hei lying on the table, sleeping loudly, with the books under his elbows and his schoolbag thrown under his feet. Two candles were burning side by side on the table, and the flames were not far from his head.

Jumping everywhere.

If a gust of wind came over, it might light up his hair, but he was snoring so hard that he didn't notice it.

"How long have you been writing this before you fall asleep? It's really annoying!"

Yang Huamei muttered and came to the table to quietly pack up the books on the floor and the schoolbags on the table. She did not yell to wake up Xiao Hei. She once heard others say that when people fall asleep, they dream.

Dreams are caused by the soul temporarily leaving the body and wandering in another place. If the people around him shout and forcefully wake him up, the frightened soul may lose a soul when it returns to its place.

, then even if that person wakes up, it will cause bad consequences.

In mild cases, you may get a minor illness; in more serious cases, you may be frightened.

Especially children who have not officially reached adulthood, people who have been ill for a long time, or elderly people, their souls are even more unstable, and by chance, all these people have been affected by her.

Yang Huamei shook her head and smiled bitterly as she packed her things. She picked up her schoolbag, patted the dirt on it and put it aside. The book on the table that he had curled up was also gently stuffed into the schoolbag.

The paper he was writing on was buried under his arm and could not be taken out, so she had no choice but to move on to the bed first.

As soon as the quilt was shaken off, a piece of writing brush rolled onto the ground.

And on the cleanly washed quilt cover and sheets, there was a large streak of black and sloppy ink.

The colors penetrated into the cotton yarn and couldn't be washed off even if she rubbed the sheets and covers to pieces!

For a housewife who is living a streamlined life, this is something that breaks her heart.

"Xiao Hei, wake up, wake up!"

She no longer cared about the rumors about soul and body, and walked over directly to pat Xiao Hei on the shoulder.

Xiao Hei rubbed his eyes and raised his head, muttering: "What are you doing? I'm sleeping soundly..."

"I'll sleep with you. If you're asked to write, you'll sleep. Come over here and take a look at the good things you've done!"

Yang Huamei grabbed Xiao Hei's ears and dragged him to the bed, pointing at the strings of ink dots on the bed that were as big as copper coins and scolding him.

Xiao Hei was still yawning, looking indifferent. Yang Huamei was so angry that she slapped him on the back of the head again: "Look at the good things you have done!"

Xiao Hei was a little scared now. He bent down in front of the sheets and bed and squinted his eyes.

Seeing his eyes narrowed to such a slit and the difficulty in finding the ink dots, Yang Huamei was stunned.

"Xiao Hei, why are you so close? Can't you see me from where I am?" she asked in surprise.

Xiao Hei shook his head, "I can't see it clearly... Oops, there are indeed ink spots. When was this done?"

He scratched the back of his head and stood up straight, looking confused.

Yang Huamei no longer cared about the ink dots. She pulled Xiao Hei back to the table and sat him down. Then she grabbed a burning candle on the table and put it in front of Xiao Hei. She said nervously: "Open your eyes wide."

Show me."

Xiao Hei sat still, his hands on his legs and his eyes widened.

Yang Huamei bent over and held up the candle, shining it back and forth between Xiao Hei's left and right eyes. After looking at it for a long time, she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. On the contrary, it made her waist and back hurt, and Xiao Hei became irritable.

"Mom, don't look at it. My eyes are fine. They don't hurt or itch."

"If your eyes are not sick, why can't you see such big ink spots?" Yang Huamei was still confused.

Xiao Hei rubbed his eyes: "Maybe my eyes were covered in eye droppings when I opened them before, but now I can see clearly!"

"Did you really see it clearly?" Yang Huamei asked again.

"Well, really!" Xiao Hei nodded repeatedly.

Yang Huamei breathed a sigh of relief. Logically speaking, Xiao Hei's eyes were black and white, not even bloodshot, and there was no pain, no itching, and no tears. There should be nothing wrong with her.

"Have you finished writing?" she put the candle back to its original position and asked again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the note that Xiao Hei had previously pinned down to sleep. There were only two columns of words written on it.

The children and grandchildren of Lao Yang's family are both male and female. When they were young, Lao Yang taught them to recognize some characters. But some people were more diligent and recognized a few more words, while some people were lazy and just recognized a few words casually to deal with Lao Yang.

head.

Yang Huamei was the lazy one, so now she wanted to go over and see what Xiao Hei had written on the paper, and she recognized one or two words.

"You have written so little in such a long time?" she asked Xiao Hei, pointing to the paper.

There are more saliva marks on the sides than words.

Xiao Hei grinned and said, "Our husband said that slow work will lead to careful work. You can't be impatient when writing, let alone quantity. Writing trains your heart."

Yang Huamei curled her lips and said, "You are right in saying one thing. Look at these words written by a foreigner. They are so messy and sloppy. If you take them out and show them to others, no one will believe that they are written by someone who has been studying for eight years."
Chapter completed!