Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 10

After submitting the manuscript, He Ping also forgot about a recent concern, and the next thing is to wait for a long time.

He Ping led Xiao Zhuer and walked leisurely on the street. He said it was a street, but in fact it was a dirt road with bungalows on both sides. The post office, health center, police station, supply and marketing cooperative, commune compound... are all on this street From time to time, plainly dressed people shuttled through it. Although the street is not long, the sparrow is small, but it has all internal organs. You can find all the basic necessities of the commune here.

Passing by the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, He Ping saw Xiao Zhu'er's eyes staring at him, so he led Xiao Zhu'er in.

The layout is almost the same as that of the post office, except that there are more things on the counters and shelves. From the perspective of He Ping's later generations, the goods can be said to be very poor.Xiao Zhu'er followed He Ping timidly, not daring to speak, her eyes rolled around, and she couldn't see how much food she was eating.

The salesperson is a middle-aged woman who is eating melon seeds and chatting with customers who are shopping. She seems to be an old acquaintance.

He Ping scanned the goods, he came in just to buy some food for Xiao Zhuer, to commemorate his first day as a son.

"How do you sell this candy?"

The salesperson was talking to an acquaintance, and he didn't know whether he didn't hear it or was too lazy to start a conversation. He Ping had to ask again, "How do you sell this candy?"

The salesperson glanced at He Ping, "Do you have a ticket?"

ticket?
"What ticket?"

He Ping asked confidently.

The salesperson said angrily, "What do you buy if you don't have a ticket?"

Only then did He Ping realize that, yes, it is still the era of the planned economy, the country implements a rationing system, and you need a ticket to buy things.

He Ping took Xiao Zhu'er out of the supply and marketing cooperative in a desperate manner.

Damn, the salesperson despised me for the first time I bought something.He Ping swears that in 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor, and I will definitely come back.

Secondary school is full of breath.

"Zhu'er, don't worry. When Dad's novel is published, I'll buy you white rabbit toffee and chocolate."

Big white rabbit toffee!Chocolate!I've never heard of it, but it sounds delicious.

Xiao Zhu'er swallowed, nodded, "En!"

The address of the two changed naturally, and there was a kind of tacit understanding that was self-evident.

Back in Hantun, it was meal time, and the smell of meat filled the countryside. All the wild pork that was distributed yesterday was on the dinner table of the team members.

He Ping's family didn't have any seasoning except salt. Wild pork needs a lot of seasoning to cook. He Ping had no choice but to ask the old captain's wife to fry it into meat sauce. This not only solved the problem of seasoning, but also could Keep it for a long time, of course, the weight must shrink, you can't let Baibai people produce meat, miso, and effort!
"Thank you, Auntie."

He Ping happily took over a large bowl of meat sauce.

"Captain, what is this?"

"I asked the accountant to buy things for you a few days ago. Xiao Zhu'er has passed with you now, and the team has gathered some things."

As soon as He Ping opened it, there was a jar of meat oil, rice, toothpaste and toothbrush...

"I just brought back the daily necessities that the accountant bought for you. There are also a kang mat, pillows and quilts on the kang. I will take them together when I leave."

This living standard has finally improved a bit, He Ping is so happy and silly.

It's not easy!

"Don't be too happy, the little things here don't count, and the rest are loaned to you by the team, you know? Now you are a bad debt in the team, and you still owe the team's famine That's it." The old captain reminded.

He Pingcai doesn't care what he owes, whether he owes the famine or not, let's live the life in front of him first, but he has suffered a great crime these few days.

Back home, He Ping happily let Xiao Zhuer light the fire.

"Let's make rice and meat sauce today..."

Xiao Zhu'er kept his chin down when he heard the yelling.

Dry rice, pork sauce, and cabbage slices fried in meat oil, this life is simply not too beautiful.

After eating, He Ping and Xiao Zhu'er lay down together on the kang, drying their stomachs, both of them ate round.

While hiccupping, He Ping was bragging to Xiao Zhu'er, "Zhu'er, wait until Dad's manuscript fee arrives, and I'll buy you meat to make braised pork."

Xiao Zhuer thought to himself, this new dad is really good. Although he has never eaten braised pork before, it sounds delicious.

Early in the morning, He Ping squatted at the door and brushed his teeth.

Xiao Zhuer rubbed her eyes and got up, "Dad, what are you cooking for breakfast?"

"cooked rice."

After returning from work in the afternoon, Xiao Zhuer asked He Ping, "Dad, what are you cooking for tonight?"

"cooked rice."

……

Even after eating rice for several days, Han Zhaoshe looked at it when he came to visit, and passed it on to the whole team when he turned around.

He Ping's family ate rice every meal.

There was a lot of gossip in the team immediately.

"The young people in this city really don't know how to live. They make rice every now and then. What a family!"

"Look at him being frightened, he's jingling like a poor boy, and all his work energy is spent on eating."

When the old captain heard the news, he couldn't help scolding: "You bastard, I didn't know how to save some rice just after I distributed it, you prodigal son!"

In any case, after Han Zhaoshe's publicity, He Ping has become famous in Hantun, and this reputation is showing signs of turning into a demon.

Liu Jiaming lay on the kang at home and sighed: "This new young man is too prodigal, how can he live like this, and I don't know how much hardship Xiao Zhuer will have to suffer with him in the future."

The daughter-in-law at the side warned: "You mind your own business, you are too busy with your own family affairs, and you still have the heart to worry about other people's families. Since Xiao Zhu'er calls him dad, then from now on, he will be his father and father, and it has nothing to do with us." .”

Seeing that Liu Jiaming didn't respond, the daughter-in-law pushed him again, "Did you hear that?"

Liu Jiaming said impatiently: "Got it, got it, go to sleep."

He Ping didn't take what the team members said to his heart. Whether it was malicious ridicule or good-natured teasing when he was at work, he pretended he didn't hear it.

But the good times didn't last long, and the rice given by the old captain was not much in total. Given the appetite of He Ping and his son, it took only a few days for the rice to be eaten up.

The two of them could only deal with some sorghum rice, and after two days of eating, the meat sauce was gone.

Food suddenly returned to before liberation.

Squatting in front of the house, He Ping was holding a large bowl of sorghum rice, with a sad face, unable to eat.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

Can not go back.

Xiao Zhuer next to him finished a bowl of rice and stared at He Ping's bowl.

"Eat less, look at your big belly."

He Ping buried his head in cooking, this was not the time to be modest, the son was full and the father fell down.

I am used to the turbulent days of the later generations, and suddenly returned to 79, feeling that the days were extraordinarily long.

In the past, the sun has become slow, cars, horses, and mail are slow, and there is only enough love for one person in a lifetime.

Damn, this email is really slow. It's been almost a month and there is no movement. Could it be that the editor didn't like it?

It shouldn't be, those few novels are carefully selected by myself, and the style and consciousness are more characteristic of this era.

On the dirt at the head of the village, the westerly wind is bleak.

He Ping's eyes turned green while sitting on it, and he didn't look forward to the registered letter from the magazine.

My family is running out of food, I was careless, if I knew it, I wouldn't make rice so vigorously, as expected, eggs can't be put in one basket.

By the way, eggs.

He Ping remembered that there was a copy of "Hatching Eggs with Local Methods" in his mobile phone.

God can't stop me!
I am familiar with hatching eggs. When my son was just in elementary school, he even helped his son hatch eggs in order to educate his son. With the help of "Indigenous Methods of Hatching Eggs", although it is a planned economy these days, it can be The control over agricultural and sideline products in rural areas is quite loose.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is feasible, but where do the eggs come from?
Never mind him, if you are unresolved, look for the captain!

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(End of this chapter)