Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 137

"Don't have such a heavy burden in your heart. I have a fate with Xiao Zhu'er. I really can't grow the land. One less share means less burden." He Ping comforted.

Seeing that Liu Jiaming was still looking sad, He Ping said: "It will be fine when the dividends are finished this year, and I will tell you alone, after this year, we don't have to worry about dressing and eating in any of our Hantun houses."

"Really?"

"Can't you believe what I say?"

"Trust it, trust it."

In the past, people in the team murmured in private that the chicken farm would get a lot of money this year, but that was all private discussion, and no one believed it.

But what He Ping, the head of the chicken farm, said today, the weight is naturally different.

After hearing the news, Liu Jiaming was really excited, and the haze on his face dissipated.

He Ping looked at Liu Jiaming's back, and his heart was full of admiration. What's the fate of giving birth to five boys in a row?Does this elder brother have any tricks, so that those male compatriots who are desperate to be a kid feel so embarrassed!

He Ping was not idle when he got home, Xiao Zhu'er would be on vacation in two days, and this year he promised him that if he got the first place in the class, he would make him an ice cart.

The materials have been prepared in the past two days, and it is almost time to start.

Speaking of the ice cart, it is really the toy that has accompanied He Ping for the longest time, even after he grows up, it is still the memory he misses the most.

Ice carts are the main toys for children in rural Northeast China in winter. There are two types of ice carts: single-legged and double-legged.

The legs are made of wooden board nails, which can be kneeled and sat on. Two sharpened skates are fixed underneath, and two ice bars are fixed on them. They are usually made of wood, with iron nails on one end and a Handle; the higher end is sharpened with a thicker round steel.A child kneels on the ice cart and supports the ice with both hands, and then he will slide on the ice.

There is also a one-legged one, which is made in the same way as double-legged ones, but the wooden board is so small that you can only stand on it with one foot, and there is a skate under it, which is very similar to skates.

Most of the children play on the two-leg ice cart, and the one-leg ice cart is played by older children, which requires certain skills.

He Ping looked at the materials and recalled the scene when his father made ice carts for him when he was a child, and he almost forgot about it, so let’s do it bit by bit.

Let's do something simple first, grind out the ice sticks, he must not mess with the ice sticks made of round wood nails, he must have a round steel grinder.

It took half a day to grind out the tip of the ice sticks, and then roasted the other end red with a stove torch until it was shaped into a shape that a child could hold. In a day, a pair of ice sticks was considered ready.

The production of ice carts is actually not that complicated. After working for a day, Heping gradually found the feeling. It took two days to sharpen the ice blades, assemble wooden boards, nail wooden squares, and fix the ice skates. Finally, a set of ice carts was completed.

When he was working on the ice cart these two days, Xiao Zhu'er would stand by and watch whenever he had time, her little eyes were full of anticipation.

He Ping thought that with the ice cart, the final grades of this semester would definitely not be bad.

Time entered the twelfth lunar month, and the pigs raised in the team began to be slaughtered. This time was the last busy time before the year. He Ping followed to the slaughterhouse to deliver the pigs. Looking at the blue stamp on the slaughtered pigs, he sighed in his heart. How many years? Now, times have changed and the world has changed, but this chapter has never changed.

Coming out of the slaughterhouse, the old captain said, "This year is considered to be over."

He Ping said with a smile: "It's still early, you forgot that you still have to collect the account, this year our uncle accountant will be exhausted."

The old captain smiled knowingly, "Don't let me break the chain, you boy."

"Don't worry." He Ping said confidently.

The old team leader and his team returned to Hantun after delivering the pigs, and when they reached the entrance of the village, there were people from the team blocking them.

"Old captain, go to Zhaogui's house to have a look, there's a fight going on."

"What's the matter? What's the trouble?"

"It is said that Zhaogui lost money (dubo) at Song Laoliu's house in Kezhai, and lost all the house. Song Laoliu brought people over to ask for debts. Woke up."

The old captain scolded: "You bastard, I guessed that one day, the dog's stomach won't be able to store two taels of sesame oil, and after two days of good life, it won't know where things are going..."

Although he kept cursing, the old captain still walked towards Han Zhaogui's house, how could He Ping miss such a thing.

When the old captain and He Ping arrived at Han Zhaogui's house, the two sides had already died down. After all, it was a real match, and they couldn't hold on for a few minutes.

"What are you looking at, what are you looking at, go home, what's there to see."

The old captain started yelling before he entered the hospital. If you use the novel description method to describe this, you can hear him before you see him, which is very high-end.

When they entered Han Zhaogui's house, they saw that Han Zhaogui's family of five was neat and orderly. His parents, wife and children were all sad. Han Zhaogui's mother and daughter-in-law still had tears on their faces, and Han Zhaogui's face was full of color.

Song Laoliu had a group of three, and one of the young men had the same face as Han Zhaogui.

It seemed that the two sides were still very restrained, and the atmosphere was relatively harmonious. He Ping provided explanations for both parties in his heart.

When Han Zhaogui's mother saw the old captain coming, she came up and cried as if she had found an organization: "Yugang, you have to take care of these lawless gamblers. The New Year's Eve came to our fort to blackmail people."

Song Laoliu was in his early 50s, not tall, with gray hair and wrinkled face, "Captain Han, don't listen to the old lady's nonsense. I didn't come to your Han village to blackmail people. Han Zhaogui last year When I played mahjong at my house, I owed 30 yuan and didn’t pay it back. This year, I went to play mahjong at my house again. I lost completely. If I was in a hurry to lose, I gambled with others. This has nothing to do with me. I came here to ask him owe me money."

As soon as the old captain heard this, his blood pressure couldn't hold back, he rushed up, and his voice was several tunes higher, "****, little cup bastard, I'm crazy for you, how dare you bet with others?" house."

After finishing speaking, he went up and kicked Han Zhaogui. He Ping enjoyed watching that. If it wasn't for the inappropriate occasion, he really wanted to shout "Old Captain Bull Cup".

Han Zhaogui's parents didn't dare to let their son get kicked by the old captain. On the one hand, it was the captain's authority these days, and on the other hand, the old captain had to help solve this matter.

After kicking Han Zhaogui, the old captain was quite angry, and now he could speak calmly, and stretched out his hand to Song Laoliu, "Bring me the IOU."

Song Laoliu handed over a few slips, and He Ping leaned over to take a look. The sum of these slips was 300 yuan, which was a lot of money. These days, even a rural family could not earn 300 yuan a year!

The old captain shook the note, "What's the matter with the house, where is the note?"

The young man with painted face on the side of Song Laoliu handed over a piece of paper, "Here it is."

Han Zhaogui, who was kicked in the corner, said loudly: "Master, don't listen to them, they must have played tricks, otherwise I wouldn't be able to lose so much."

He Ping cursed in his heart, he really didn't cry when he saw the coffin, at this time, he was still thinking about how he lost, there was no injustice at all.

The old captain ignored Han Zhaogui's call, took the paper, looked at it, and pulled his hands together, "Tear!"

(End of this chapter)