It is said that children are quick on their feet, so the three of them trotted all the way and returned to the small streets of the town without much effort. Xiaolian and the two dogs waved goodbye to Watson and ran in the direction of their home.

Watson carried the bamboo basket and walked slowly back towards his shop. He was already back on the street, so he was not in a hurry.

Huang Yushu warned him repeatedly that since he was already a student in the school, he should not run wildly on the street like a wild child, but should act like a student.

He had suffered several losses. Whenever Huang Yushu saw him running wildly on the side streets, he would inevitably get slapped a few times when he returned home.

Standing at the door of the store, Sister Hong saw Watson returning home from a distance. Seeing Watson's unhurried appearance, she couldn't help but look back at Huang Yushu who was sitting behind the counter and said with a smile.

"Brother-in-law, you beat Watson so hard. Look at him coming back hungry, but he doesn't dare to run on the street!"

When Huang Yushu heard this, he laughed lightly and replied: "He wants to be a gentleman when he grows up, so he must look like a gentleman."

"Did you pick August melons for Sister Hong today?" Sister Hong looked at Watson walking to the door and asked with a smile.

Watson untied the bamboo basket, handed it to her, and said with a smile: "Sister Hong, I'm hungry, where's the food?"

Sister Hong took the bamboo basket and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's terrible, you come back with so many things every time...Brother-in-law, come and eat the August melons..."

...

After hearing the news, Mrs. Liu, Huang Yuanfang and Huang Yisheng looked at Watson who was sitting at the table with his head down eating and asked: "Watson, did you find melon vines again today?"

Holding the chopsticks, Watson looked at Huang Yuanfang and suddenly said: "Sister, Xiaolian said that she would send osmanthus flowers to Sister Hong to make mooncakes in the evening. I remembered a poem that my husband taught me."

Liu and Huang Yuanfang, who were holding their children, were startled and couldn't help asking: "Which one? Read it and listen!"

Watson read softly:

The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, and the spring mountain sky is quiet at night.

The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

...

"The moonrise scares the mountains and birds sing in the spring streams."

Huang Yuanfang chanted it softly, looked at Watson who was lowering his head to eat, with a surprise smile on his face. He looked back at Mrs. Liu and said: "From now on, the study of the third child will be left to Watson."

Yi Sheng also looked at Liu and Watson and smiled and said: "This poem describes the silence of the night in the mountains. The bright moon climbs up the mountain and emits light like the sun. It is so appropriate to describe the tranquility of the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"

Mrs. Liu, who was holding her child in her arms, looked at the three children and said with a smile: "This poem uses the vivid scenes of falling flowers, moonrise, and singing birds to highlight the tranquility of the spring mountain on a moonlit night, and outlines the even more tranquil scenery of the mountain with bats and birds singing."

Artistic conception. Watson can use it to describe the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival. I’m afraid even your dad can’t think of it.”

Sister Hong touched Watson's head and smiled and said: "You don't know yet, Watson went to the mountains today to pick dozens of August melons and came back. Even if he divided them into two for each person, there would be extra."

When Huang Yuanfang heard this, she looked at Ms. Liu and said with a smile: "Mother, wait, I'll bring it in. Let's taste Watson's today's results together. I haven't eaten this in a year or two."

When Yi Sheng heard this, he stood up first, looked at her and said, "Sister, I'll get it. You stay here and talk to my mother."

Thinking that he would go back to the city to study after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yi Sheng also wanted his eldest sister to stay with his mother for a while.

Mrs. Liu looked at Sister Hong and asked, "Didn't you eat it outside? How does it taste? Is it ripe? Is it sweet?"

Sister Hong looked at her and nodded with a smile: "Almost half of them are ripe, and the other half will be ripe in a few days. This is just right, eat the ripe ones first. Didn't Watson say that the wild things in the back mountains

Only the August melon is the sweetest."

"Wow!" The third child in Mrs. Liu's arms was unhappy and opened his mouth to cry, indicating that everyone kept talking and completely forgot about him.

When Sister Hong saw it, she quickly asked: "Did you wet your pants or are you hungry?"

Ms. Liu looked at her and said with a smile: "He is looking for something to eat, so I just want to feed him the August melon. Third brother, your second brother has come back from picking melons for you. Mom, I will give you a taste."

.”

As he was talking, Yi Sheng brought the bamboo basket in, picked out a ripe August melon, peeled it open and handed it to Mrs. Liu.

She smiled and said, "Mother, give this to the third child and let him remember the taste."

Watson, who was lowering his head to eat, looked at Ms. Liu and said with a smile: "Mom said that the first time you eat something, there will be a food memory. Remember the third child to remember the taste."

Mrs. Liu looked at the two children and smiled, pinched a small piece of melon meat and stuffed it into Huang Fusheng's mouth. The little guy stuck out his tongue and felt it first, as if he had tasted the sweetness, and then put the rest of the melon meat into Huang Fusheng's mouth.

The melon meat was swallowed into the mouth.

"Did you see that this little guy has been picky about food since he was a child?" Sister Hong looked at the appearance of the third child and couldn't help laughing.

Mrs. Liu looked at the three children and asked, "For you three, the food at our house is your favorite food memory?"

"Dad's fried pork belly is my favorite!" Yi Sheng was the first to reply.

Huang Yuanfang glanced at Watson and said softly: "I like to eat the stir-fried pork made by my mother the most!"

"Watson, what about you? Which one do you like best?" Sister Hong asked looking at Watson holding the bowl.

Watson looked at the four people in front of him and laughed: "Of course they are the dumplings made by my mother during the Chinese New Year. The skin is thick and the meat is fragrant with green onions. No matter how you eat it, you will never get tired of it!"

Upon hearing this, Sister Hong sighed softly and said, "The food memories of the three little guys are all different. I wonder what the third child's memory will be in the future?"

"Does it still need to be said? Of course it was the August melon that my mother fed him today. This seems to be the first time he has eaten wild fruits in the mountains, and he will definitely not forget it."

Watson put down the bowl, looked at Sister Hong and laughed.

Sister Hong glared at him and said with a smile: "This August melon can't be used as food. He will only know this when he grows up."

Ms. Liu looked at Watson and Sister Hong and said softly: "There is something else you forgot to mention, Watson."

Watson was stunned, turned to look at Ms. Liu and asked, "Mom, what else is there?"

Mrs. Liu glanced at Sister Hong and said softly: "That's the five-nut mooncake that Sister Hong makes every Mid-Autumn Festival? This is your favorite, right?!"

When Watson heard this, he quickly stood up and hugged Sister Hong's hand and said with a smile: "Give me two more mooncakes this year. I want to give them to Ergou and Xiaolian. If there are no August melons today, I will definitely give them to Ergou."

Can’t find it.”

Sister Hong glanced at Mrs. Liu, nodded to Watson, and said with a smile: "For the sake of those little fishes and today's August melons, I will give them a few brothers and sisters."

Ms. Liu also smiled and replied: "Er Gou and Xiao Lian are your best friends. This friendship is rare. Cherish it and don't fight when we go to school together."

Watson looked at her and shook his head, and replied: "If there is a fight, Ergou and I will fight each other together. I am his and Xiaolian's eldest brother. How can we fight against each other?"

"One's own people beating one's own people?" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Liu couldn't help but look at Sister Hong, Huang Yuanfang and Huang Yisheng.

He said softly: "What Watson said makes sense. Our family is also one of our own. No matter what difficulties we encounter in the future, we must help each other. Do you understand?"

Huang Yuanfang looked at Mr. Liu and Watson and nodded gently, saying, "My brother is right, don't fight your own people!"

Huang Yisheng was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time, as if he was thinking of something further and more.

Sister Hong looked at Watson and said with a smile: "Little guys who have gone to school for a few days are different from wild kids like Ergou. They all talk with knowledge."

Watson looked at the four people in front of him and waved his hands and said: "After we have eaten, I will go to the blacksmith shop opposite to play for a while. Sister, if you need anything, come and call me!"

Before he finished speaking, the person had disappeared.

Sister Hong looked at Watson who was following him outside, and smiled with Mrs. Liu: "I was just thinking about where to coax him to play in the afternoon. Now it's just right. We can start in a moment."

Mrs. Liu looked at the three people in front of her and shook her head: "Do you think he is going there for fun? He wants to shoot the hares and pheasants in the back mountains when it snows and bring them back to you to eat."

When Yi Sheng heard this, he asked in disbelief: "Aren't there pheasants for sale in winter? Isn't it just Sister Hong who went to buy one and brought it back?"

Huang Yuanfang couldn't help but glare at him and replied: "Then these August melons aren't worth much, so why don't we just ask Sister Hong to buy them from the market?"

Sister Hong glanced at the two of them and said softly: "You don't understand Watson's thoughts!"

Mrs. Liu glanced at Sister Hong, pointed to the bamboo basket on the table and said, "Take the melons here and put them away. Eat them when they are ripe in a few days."

A child is better than a mother, but sometimes, even Ms. Liu doesn't want to explain some trivial matters to her son.

Sister Hong glanced at the two of them, picked up the bamboo basket on the table and walked into her room.

...

After crossing the small street, Watson entered the blacksmith shop, looked around and found that blacksmith Hu was not there. He held the wooden bow and walked towards the backyard.

After standing for a while, I felt my stomach was a little bloated, so I gave up the idea.

He drew the bow and pointed the arrow at the red heart on the small wooden board on the wall of the backyard. He took a deep breath and heard the sound of "Buzz!" and the bamboo arrow in his hand flew out.

After practicing hard for several months, he finally hit the red heart of the small wooden board with an arrow from a distance of ten feet.

He was so happy that he put down the bow and arrow in his hand, ran towards the wall of the backyard, and looked carefully at the bamboo arrow he shot.

I saw that the bamboo arrow had penetrated three-thirds of the way into the wood. In Hu Tiejiang's words, it could have penetrated the body of a pheasant or a hare.

The only flaw is that the arrow only hit the edge of the red heart on the small wooden board.

"It's not far from hitting the red heart with an arrow!"

Pulling out the bamboo arrow with force, Watson said to himself. He was very excited to achieve this result. If he hadn't just come out of the house, he would have wanted to go back and tell Mr. Liu the good news.

"You still have to keep a low profile."

When he walked out of the house, he grabbed the kettle placed by Blacksmith Hu on the stove with one hand and drank a few sips without dissatisfying it.

I looked at my own shop across the street, thinking that if I went back, my eldest sister would definitely catch her and endorse her. I felt a little bored at the thought, so I shook my head and walked into the backyard.

He wanted to try practicing for another hour to see if he could hit the red heart on the target.

The teacher in the school said that as long as you work hard, an iron rod can be ground into a needle.
To be continued...