Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 36
He Ping drove fast all the way, enjoying the envious eyes of passers-by, feeling like he was going to float.

When I came here, I walked for more than an hour on a [-]-kilometer road, and took an hour in a donkey cart, which took nearly three hours.

It is convenient to have a bicycle, and it is worth the price.

He Ping was tired of walking.

When He Ping's bicycle rode into the confines of the brigade, it caused a commotion among the working commune members.

"Look, look, is that He Ping?"

"I'm going, get on the bike?"

"It's still a sophomore, what brand is it, it looks shiny, it's so pretty."

The beautiful He Ping was stopped by the members of the good company before he got home, and everyone surrounded the bicycle in amazement.

I have only seen the cadres of the commune ride this bicycle before, and this is the first time anyone in the team has ridden it.

The current expressions of the members are the same as the status of the micro-businessmen in the small videos of the circle of friends in the future. Congratulations to Mr. He for mentioning a permanent bicycle.

Today is a memorable day in the history of Hantun production brigade. On this day, Comrade He Ping, an ordinary member of Hantun, bought the first bicycle in Hantun history (permanent brand 13 black manganese steel 28 inches wheel bicycle), understand the applause!
"It's amazing, He Ping has already bought a bicycle."

"Yes, how much is this car?"

A member asked, "One hundred and five."

He Ping was a little distressed after saying that, it was more than one hundred and fifty, and the bicycle ticket cost me fifty, which should be two hundred.

"Good guy, one hundred and fifty, I'm really willing to give up, enough to buy a lot of rice and pork."

"It's still easy for cultural people to make money. Once you write an article and publish it in newspapers and magazines, you can exchange for a bicycle."

"It's rich, it's really rich, we can buy a Qiqi anytime!"

"Forget about you, let's go to the next life, haha."

Members gathered around He Ping and his bicycle, the atmosphere was hot and the hall roared with laughter.

A child tried to touch it, but was slapped down by an adult, "Don't touch it, it's more than 100 yuan, and you can't afford it if you sell you."

"It's okay, it's not bad if you touch it."

He Ping chatted with the crowd for a long time, the old captain had already been alarmed, but he didn't come over, and he couldn't see He Ping's embarrassing look.

"The buns started to burn within two days of the good days, you bastard."

The pipe rod slammed heavily on the handle of the shovel, and the younger son Han Zhaokun said sourly, "It's only been a few days, and I've already ridden my bicycle."

"I want to ride you to write some novels in that magazine."

Seeing that the old man was not feeling well, Han Zhaokun dared not speak back, and muttered in a low voice: "You are poor."

Ever since he lost his job in the chicken farm, Han Zhaogui has been scolded by his mother-in-law for several days.

The people in the team also looked at him strangely, and the breath in his heart made him want to explode.

He Ping came back by bicycle today, which can be said to be a shrimp and a pig's heart, and he directly broke Han Zhaogui's defense.

"The bastard of the dog|day| must have embezzled|corrupted the money from the chicken farm, and I will shoot you sooner or later."

"Stop talking, let's go home and cook for the children." He Ping bid farewell to everyone and returned home.

Xiao Zhu'er doesn't have to help He Ping hatch the chicks now, she has a lot of free time, but hearing that He Ping is going to send him to school these days, she feels a little depressed.

He Ping did not expect that after 40 years, these children still have the same thinking, and resist going to school just like his family's four-legged gold-eating beast.

Shouldn’t the children of this age be full of yearning and yearning for school and reading? Even if the family is poor, they still have to study hard, even if their hands get frostbite from the cold, they still have to go to class, right?
The crisp and crisp bicycle bell called Xiao Zhuer out. He Ping told him when he went out this morning, let him stay at home, and he went to the county department store to buy schoolbags and stationery for him.

Although he doesn't like going to school, children are always curious about new things, so Xiao Zhu'er obediently waits for He Ping at home.

"Wow!" Xiao Zhu'er couldn't help but yelled as soon as he went out and looked at He Ping's bicycle, it was so cool.

He Ping put one foot on the pedal and the other on the ground, made a poss, and asked shyly, "How is it, isn't it handsome?"

Although he couldn't understand what He Ping meant by "handsome", Xiaozhu knew that it was right to hold his feet, "handsome."

"From now on, Dad will ride this car to take you to and from school, how about it?"

Xiao Zhuer fantasizes about her father riding this handsome bicycle that has no friends to pick him up and drop him off to and from school every day, with the envious eyes of teachers and classmates behind him.

"Hey!" His eyes lit up, and the little tiger's teeth were uncontrollably exposed.

He Ping parked the car, came up and stroked Xiao Zhuer's crew cut, "Go into the house, there are still good things."

"Look, this is the schoolbag that Dad asked your Auntie Aixia to bring, as well as a pencil case, pencils, erasers, pens, arithmetic books, and letter paper."

He Ping took things out of the kang one by one, and every time he took out a small pillar, his eyes lit up.

This thing is the same as if you won a lottery and got a new set of fishing tackle. Maybe you don't like fishing, but with such a set of exciting equipment in your hand, you can't help but want to try it.

He Ping understands this truth too well, Xiao Zhu'er has to be motivated to go to school!

"Come on, put on this suit and show Dad."

While talking, He Ping changed Xiao Zhu'er's clothes for Xiao Zhu'er.

"That's good, that's good. Change into a new set of clothes. You're seven times as handsome as me."

Xiao Zhuer:? ? ?

He Ping turned Xiao Zhu'er around several times, looked at it carefully several times, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"Like it or not?"

"I like it." Xiao Zhu'er said as she touched the new clothes and looked at the brand new vertical stationery.

"It's good if you like it, then we will go to school in two days, you know?"

"Ah."

Get it!

Children or something, it's best to be fooled.

Two days later, Dingtun Primary School officially opened on September 9st.

He Ping rode his freshly-painted [-]th grader, and Xiao Zhuer sat on the beam in the middle wearing new clothes, carrying his new schoolbag, and came to the school under the envious eyes of all his friends.

As the hottest, bah, most beautiful father and son in the whole school, He Ping and his son naturally attracted attention as soon as they entered the school. When curious people inquired, hey, this is the great writer Han Tun. A capable person who can open a chicken farm is really not an ordinary person. Take a look at this bicycle. How can I say it is a scorpion in a few miles—the only one.

Children don't go to school so much these days, so He Ping led Xiao Zhu'er to find the principal.

The principal is a middle-aged man in his 40s, a little bald, but he is a very nice person. As soon as he heard about this situation, he arranged for Xiao Zhuer to enroll in school.

In this era, student registration is still handwritten. He Ping, seeing the headmaster's powerful pen writing, couldn't help admiring: "Your handwriting is really skillful!"

"I'm kidding, I can't get on the stage." The principal said politely.

After the two chatted for a while, they knew that He Ping was the great writer from Hantun that the surrounding brigades had been spreading recently, and the principal's attitude was even more enthusiastic.

(End of this chapter)