Dressed to be a grandmother

Chapter 1242 My father died long ago
In fact, Xiaxin Village also gave money to the villagers, but with the mysterious God of Niuluo Village in front, the people in Xiaxin Village are not stupid, and they all smile, but they don't say anything.

Only when Zhou Dahu came to look for Bai Xi because he was uncertain, and was heard by Chen Daliu, did he know that Xiaxin Village sent 500 yuan by himself.

Although it is much less than Niuluo Village, the main income of Xiaxin Village is Tiger King seedless watermelon, and some agricultural and sideline products in the village. The population of Xiaxin Village is large, and 500 yuan per person is not much.

That's ten years' wages for a worker working in a factory.

It's just that I didn't find out how much money was paid from the people in Niuluo Village, but Xiaxin Village is also well hidden, and the people who couldn't find out couldn't help spitting a few words.

"The good ones don't learn from the bad ones, just learn from Niuluo village's sting and care of Bala."

"That's right, just ask, but still hide and refuse to say, as if we would steal their money."

"This man, if he has money, he will turn bad, and he looks down on us fellow countrymen."

The Chinese New Year is only two days away. Not only Niuluo Village, but other villages and production teams are also preparing new year’s goods. This family makes clothes from cloth for the children, and the other family boils lard to show off the lard residue to the children. ...

Xiaxincun here.

Zhou's is also the same as usual. She prepared new clothes for the New Year for the three children in the family half a month ago.

She is an employee of a garment factory and has the opportunity to buy defective products in the factory.

It is said that it is a defective product, but there is actually no problem, that is, the first batch of clothes will be used as samples every time the workshop produces, and these clothes will be classified as defective after being displayed for a while, and will not be sold outside.

There are many workers in the garment factory, and no one wants to miss such a good thing. After all, it can be several dollars cheaper than the normal price.

The same is true for the colored cloth dyed in the factory. The samples of colored cloth are provided to the partners who place the order for viewing. After a while, they will be disposed of and replaced with new ones.

Therefore, for the sake of fairness, the factory will register and buy in rotation. There can be one or two hundred defective products in a quarter for dozens of people to buy, and the rest will go down the round.

Although the family already has tens of thousands of savings in savings, Mrs. Zhou is reluctant to buy more. She buys a set of ready-made clothes for each of the three children in the family, and the rest is the colored cloth, which she spends her time off work doing.

There are several chickens and ducks in the house, pieces of bacon hang on the kitchen wall, and a piece of pork belly in the soup pot in the cabinet, weighing ten catties, is a welfare given by the factory two days ago.

The big soup bowl on the stove was filled with octopus, which originally weighed ten catties, but they have been cooked one after another in the past two days, and now there are more than six catties left, which Mrs. Zhou plans to save for the New Year's Eve.

On the day I got the baguette back, I took one and cut it into a section, and shared it with the three children. Mrs. Zhou also tasted it. The taste was really good.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhou was buttoning up her youngest son's clothes. From time to time, she looked up at the direction of the kitchen with a satisfied smile on her face.

Such a good day, she didn't even dare to think about it a few years ago.

This year, no matter what, I have to fight for the opportunity to go to the next village to kowtow to my aunt.

Although Xiaxin Village is in the same brigade as Niuluo Village, you can't go to other villages with a large group of people during the Chinese New Year.

Everyone in the new village wants to go, after all, it is close to Niuluo Village, and they also feel that Bai Xi is the lucky one, and it is always good to be close.

So if you want to kowtow to Baixi to pay New Year's greetings, you have to draw lots to go to the new village. Those who went last year will not be able to draw lots this year.

Just as Mrs. Zhou bit off the end of the thread and was about to put away the sewing basket for cooking, the voice of her youngest son suddenly sounded.

"Mother, mother, look, who is this? Is this a relative of our family?"

"Mother, this man said he was looking for our family."

Zhou's youngest son is not at all as weak as he seemed to be unable to support him. In the past few years, he has lived a good life, not hungry, and his nutrition has kept up. Xiao Douding is almost taller than Zhou's.

He was playing glass beads with his little friends at the entrance of the village, and when he saw this man poking his head, he thought that a group of children were some relatives visiting relatives.

In the past few days, many people in Xiaxin Village have come to see their relatives, and the children they play at the entrance of the village are used to it.

But when the man arrived at the entrance of the village, he looked back and forth, as if he didn't know the way, trying to determine something.

The man looked like he was from the city, with a pair of glasses, a seventy percent new white shirt, gray trousers, and a cotton coat.

Among the children playing at the entrance of the village was Zhou Dahu's son.

Lao Tzu is the head of the village, and the people of my generation in the village naturally looked like leaders.

Zhou Jianshe looked at the man and asked loudly, "Who are you? Where did you come from? What are you doing in our village?"

The man was also planning to ask someone to question him, but when he heard it, he hurriedly asked, "Little comrade, is this Xiaxin Village?"

"Yes."

"Yes, our place is Xiaxin Village."

"Is it Xiaxin Village in Dashan Township?"

Zhou Jianshe: "We are Xiaxin Village of the Niuluoshan Brigade. Who are you?"

Rather than talking about Xiaxin Village in Dashan Township, people in Xiaxin Village prefer to say that their own village is Xiaxin Village of the Niuluoshan Brigade.

The man probably didn't realize it when he was being entangled, he was stunned for a moment, and after two or three seconds, he finally understood and said with a quick smile, "That's right, I'm looking for Xiaxin Village."

"Then who are you?"

"Yeah, you didn't even say who you were."

"Whose relative are you?" A group of children chattered, and Zhou Xiaobao, the youngest son of the Zhou family, also followed suit.

Man: "I found Zhou Zhenghui's house in Xiaxin Village."

Zhou Zhenghui?
A group of children looked at me and I looked at yours, and they all shook their heads to express their ignorance.

Zhou Jianshe thought it sounded familiar. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then glanced at Zhou Xiaobao beside him, and suddenly said, "Zhou Xiaobao, this is for your family?"

"Ah? My house? Are you looking for my house?"

Zhou Jianshe: "Otherwise. Are you stupid? Isn't your father's name Zhou Zhenghui?"

Zhou Xiaobao scratched his head when he heard it: "Ah, oh, it seems, it seems that my father's name is like that."

The man looked at Zhou Xiaobao in surprise, "You said your father is Zhou Zhenghui?"

"Yes, that's the name. I saw it on my father's tombstone." Zhou Xiaobao nodded heavily, and asked, "Who are you? Why are you looking for my father? My father died long ago."

It's no wonder that Zhou Xiaobao didn't realize it just now, his father was gone before he was born. After all these years, no one in the village would call a dead person's name without incident. Isn't this stabbing the heart of orphans and widows?

People in the new village all called Zhou's Xiaobao's mother, and Xiaobao had no place to get to know her.

(End of this chapter)