National Tide 1980.

Chapter 235

On New Year's Eve in 1982, for Luo Guangliang, it was like falling into a nest of blessings.

Not to mention anything else, just the burning stove and the steamy, warm room.

Compared with the small kitchen with air leaks everywhere like the ice cellar.That is one sky and one earth.

Even survived New Year's Eve and eaten dumplings, it was time to wash up and go to bed.

Ning Weimin also occupied the steel wire bed first, and let Luo Guangliang sleep on the wooden bed.

The same was true for Kang Shude, seeing that Luo Guangliang's quilt was thin, he specially covered him with a blanket.

You must know that more than two years of labor reform has made Luo Guangliang a materially content and easy-to-satisfy person.

Now he is like the most common and cheapest sparrow, who can build a nest and inhabit anywhere.

What's more, even his own father disliked him, and his family didn't give him such treatment.

How could he do this kind of thing like doves occupying magpies' nests in other people's homes?

Of course not!

Luo Guangliang is not a person who doesn't know what is good or bad. If someone gives him a place to sleep, he is already grateful, so he must refuse.

But Ning Weimin got into the quilt and couldn't get up.

And at night, it's not good to make a lot of noise and disturb the rest of the neighbors next door.

So the hospitality was hard to come by, and in the end Luo Guangliang had no choice but to thank Kang Shude and Ning Weimin again and again.

Then I brushed my teeth, washed my face and feet, and got into bed.

What a rare sense of steadfastness!

At least it's warm, no drafts, no bugs.

At least you don't have to listen to the whistle to get up in the morning.

Or you are in a hurry to make room for the kitchen at home.

So Luo Guangliang didn't wake up until after nine o'clock in the morning on the first day of the new year the next day.

As soon as he got up, he found that the outside room was sunny.

And Kang Shude had already gone out, only Ning Weimin was staying by the stove, filling the thermos with the kettle.

Needless to say, this made Luo Guangliang blush.

So quickly wash up and tidy yourself up.

Then he smelled the tempting aroma and saw a plate of fried dumplings that Ning Weimin brought to the table for him.

"It's too troublesome! I just need a steamed bun!"

"What are you talking about! Let's all eat this, today is the first day of the first lunar month!"

Luo Guangliang, who originally thought he was causing trouble to others, thought it was indeed the case, so he was no longer polite.

However, when he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, he couldn't help but get excited in the face of the delicious and oily fried dumplings.

For no other reason, he remembered a joke he used to hear often mentioned.

It was a joke mocking a short-sighted poor man who vowed to eat fried goods every day after he got rich.

Just now, the moment he put the fried dumplings in his mouth, he suddenly realized that the joke was not funny.

Because as a person who has eaten corn bread and sorghum rice for nearly three years.

No one knows better than him how much satisfaction and joy that crispy yellow fried food can bring to people.

Don't be afraid to say it embarrassingly, let alone fried goods.

Now as long as he hears the word "eat", his saliva will subconsciously overflow, out of control.

Even the annual Spring Festival, in his concept, means eating besides eating.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that during the Spring Festival, you can see ten times and a hundred times more food than usual, he really can't think of any reason to call it a "festival" respectfully.

Speaking of this, he would inevitably think of the sumptuous meal of wine and meat last night.

It was a feast that made him absolutely overjoyed.

Because he never expected that Kang Shude and Ning Weimin would prepare six meat dishes for Chinese New Year.

Rice noodles meat, stewed chicken, burnt meatballs, braised pork knuckles, beef with potatoes, and dry-roasted yellow croaker.

They were actually placed on the table, plate by plate, piece by piece, emitting a seductive light to him.

However, Kang Shude and Ning Weimin kept adding food to him.

As long as he puts his chopsticks down and puts it in his mouth, he can really feel the physical and mental pleasure brought by those steaming, oily "flexible substances".

Fun!Really enjoyable!

Apart from the word "exciting", he really couldn't find any suitable words to describe the taste of eating a large piece of meat last night.

He couldn't use more appropriate words to describe how exhilarating it was, and how wonderful it was!

The only thing that is certain is this kind of happiness, which he will definitely remember for the rest of his life.

If only he could get his appetite out and open it up.

It is believed that the pattern of "1982" will be very clearly engraved on the mucous membrane of his stomach wall.

As the saying goes, the world knows the cold and the warm, and the face of the people is high and low.

Luo Guangliang, who was poor and despised by his biological father and rejected him, couldn't help being grateful for such kindness.

So after eating the first breakfast of the new year full of oil and water.

Naturally, he wanted to help tidy up the room, wash the dishes, sweep the floor, and wipe the tables.

He likes to clean up and is often praised in the team for it.

But what I didn't expect was that even this small contribution could not be made.

Because he had just picked up the broom, Kang Shude came back just at this time.

The old man is a person who pays attention to old principles, so he won't let Luo Guangliang do it at all.

It is said that sweeping the floor is not allowed during the new year, he just needs to clean the dishes and chopsticks.

Follow the old man and remind him that he should go back and say New Year greetings to his parents.

Luo Guangliang agreed in his mouth, but to be honest, he felt a little hesitant and hesitant in his heart.

He was really not sure if this should be counted as seeing off guests.

But then I thought about it again, and it was only natural to go back.

It's enough to stay at someone's house for one night. Who wants to entertain an outsider like this?

He grew up so big that he became a beggar, and he was so ashamed to lie when he thought about it, even if they let him live until after the festival, so what?

Even his family disliked his mouth, and he was not his son.

It has nothing to do with him, nothing at all.

So, Luo Guangliang said awkwardly, "Uncle Kang, I have caused you trouble, so I will go back."

He followed him to get the quilt, but Kang Shude stopped him immediately when he saw him like this, but shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Put things down, what are you going to do, boy, who told you to go and not come back?"

"I said that I want you to pay New Year's greetings. Do you hear me? Don't think too much about it. I live here steadily, and I don't want to say anything to you. I don't want to hide it from you. Just now, I went to pay New Year's greetings to Director Li of the street, and I mentioned you. What's up."

"I'll have a good talk with you about your future later on. Didn't I tell you all about it yesterday, and when you're successful, your father won't be angry anymore."

These words are enough!

Luo Guangliang's body suddenly became hot.

He felt an indescribable warmth all the way to the bottom of his heart.

It's like someone is pressing the hot palm on the chest.

(End of this chapter)