Fengcheng old events

Chapter 158 So Sweet
"In the future, you have to study hard in school, do you hear? If you don't study hard, you won't be given food. When your father comes, he will ask him to cut you."

Zhang Jingyi took the two brothers out of Zhang Qingge's house and walked towards the middle of the bunker.

At the fork of the road going to Nangou, a Da Jiefang was parked under the old willow tree, surrounded by many adults and children in the village, some were eating milky white popsicles, and some were watching helplessly.

Children's laughter and crying, adults' reprimands, and the sound of slaps on the buttocks are mixed together.

A popsicle costs three cents, but there are still many people who are reluctant.

"Grandma, I am very obedient, can I eat popsicles?" Zhang Xingjun licked his lips and stared at the Jiefang truck.

"I will give you if you are obedient, and you will be cut if you are not obedient. I will kill you when the time comes." Zhang Jingyi threatened 'viciously'. In fact, she looked not scary at all in Zhang Xingjun's eyes. Eat it in your mouth.

In the past two years, the momentum of the great movement has diminished, and all aspects have eased. The cloud that weighed on the hearts of the people is gradually receding, and an inexplicable atmosphere is revived on the land.

That includes business.

In the past, it was absolutely impossible for cars of this kind of sales to come to the bunker, and if they did come, it would be the workers' propaganda team.

From when the child saw a car entering the village, he ran home and hid first, to when the car came to surround him, everything changed unconsciously.

The big red paper was still pasted on the side panel of the carriage, but it had been changed from a revolutionary slogan to delivery to the village.

Zhang Jingyi reluctantly opened the jacket. At this time, the old ladies in the countryside were all wearing jackets that were sewn by themselves, with purses inside.

Take out the money wrapped in the handkerchief.Slowly open layer by layer, revealing a few small coins inside. In this era, one dollar is a proper big ticket.

Two popsicles cost six cents, and you can buy a few boxes of matches, a few pieces of fermented bean curd or a few large pieces of pickles, or two eggs.Not really a decimal.

The two brothers took the popsicle happily, Zhang Xingjun couldn't wait to bite it, Zhang Xinglong hesitated holding the popsicle and lifted it up: "Grandma, bite."

Zhang Jingyi shook his head: "Grandma doesn't like food, you can eat it."

"You bite." Zhang Xinglong held it up stubbornly.

Zhang Jingyi bent down and took a small bite: "Well, well, it's really sweet. You can eat it."

Zhang Xingjun leaned over and said, "I'll try it." It's more than a third of the size: "Hmm, um, it's sweeter than mine. Hurry up and eat the second one, it will melt in a while, hiss, and it will be gone."

Zhang Xinglong held the half-missed popsicle and looked at his brother cutely, licking his own popsicle from the beginning to the end: "I licked all of this, so I won't let you taste it. Yours is sweeter than mine. "

Zhang Xinglong: "..."

"Oh, Second Aunt, you are a rare visitor. It's rare to see you enter the village. Is this your grandson?" A hearty male voice came over.

It was a tall man, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with two pens pinned to his chest, with bruises on his lips and cheeks.

"Take them to eat popsicles." Zhang Jingyi replied, turning to greet the two children: "Let's go, go home."

Zhang Xingjun gave Zhang Xinglong a hand: "Don't look at him, go, stay away from him."

"why?"

Zhang Xingjun leaned into Zhang Xinglong's ear: "He's a villain, he wants to steal our land even if he relies on our food."

Zhang Xinglong turned his head and took another look, followed his brother to the side: "Then how can I fix it? I can't beat it."

"We'll be able to beat him when we grow up, and then come back and beat him up."

"My dad said, if you don't want to fight, you'll be punished if you fight."

"At that time my dad was old and couldn't touch us anymore. You don't want to avenge my grandma?"

Zhang Xinglong was a little hesitant, but still nodded.

"Look at you, if you don't eat it quickly, the popsicle will melt." Zhang Xingjun took Zhang Xinglong's hand and took another bite from the bottom of his half popsicle: "Eat it quickly."

"..."

……

Today is Sunday, so there is no need to send the children off.

Zhang Qingzhi was working in the yard outside, while Liu Guixin was sitting in front of the sewing machine on the kang, sewing clothes.

With her ingenuity, she is now considered a well-known tailor in this area, and many families have sent fabrics over.

The third child, Zhang Xingbing, was playing alone in front of Kangqin.

Children these days don't have any toys, and they can turn around like babies for a long time while grabbing a red book.

Kangqin's drawer was half open, inside were some badges, little red books and some little things like pins and buttons, the youngest took them out and put them back, and was trying hard to put them on the clothes on his chest badge.

Liu Guixin turned his head to look at the child from time to time while stepping on the sewing machine: "Don't pierce it, that thing has a point."

"Yeah. I'll take it slowly." He lowered his head with all his strength, clumsily grasping the badge and clothes with his two small hands, struggling: "I can't tie it."

The side wheels of the sewing machine rotated rapidly with the flipping of the pedals, and the head of the machine made a dense rattling sound, and the cut pieces of cloth were perfectly sewn together by Liu Guixin and gradually took shape.

Zhang Qingzhi was washing clothes in the yard. There was a large aluminum basin and a washboard. The clothes were being rubbed on the washboard, making a rattling sound. He stopped from time to time to get some soap. The water in the basin had turned milky blue.

At this time, washing powder was not yet popular, and ordinary people were reluctant to use it.The old-fashioned soap factory will send out monthly.

The doors and windows were all open, and Heihu had regained some energy, and his coat color was no longer gloomy. Right now, he was lying on his back basking in the sun not far from Zhang Qingzhi, and his ears moved from time to time.

The radio was ringing, and singing voices floated out of the window: "The spring water in the frontier is clear and pure. The songs in the frontier warm people's hearts. The clear spring water is endless. Praise and sing about relatives, border guards, soldiers and civilians. With deep affection..."

Liu Guixin hummed along, her voice was crisp and lively, the more she sang, the more she devoted herself to it, and it gradually grew louder. Zhang Qingzhi became more energetic listening to the singing.

"Ding dong spring water ding dong spring water ding dong,

Jumped off the hill and walked across the meadow to me,
Spring water, spring water, wherever you go, where do you go,
Singing songs and playing the strings to flow into the distance.

Please take my heart,

Bypassing the mountains to the ocean together,

Spring water, spring water, do you remember him,
By your side, I will send him to join the army and go to the sea..."

"Soldier, no. Oops."

"Mom. Ah--mother."

"Hiss, don't touch, don't touch."

Zhang Qingzhi didn't even bother to wipe his hands, jumped up and ran into the house: "What's the matter?"

The third child stood beside Liu Guixin and cried. Liu Guixin stretched his left hand under the head of the sewing machine, his right hand tightly held his left wrist and turned his head to look over. His voice trembled with pain, "It's tied, it's tied."

The thick and sharp needle of the sewing machine pierced the nail of Liu Guixin's left index finger and fixed her left hand on the sewing machine. Dark red blood was flowing out from under the finger, staining the cloth.

(End of this chapter)