Fengcheng old events

Chapter 173

In the evening, Liu Guixin and Zhang Qingzhi talked about the day's events with a smile, and Zhang Qingzhi hugged and kissed the third child for a long time.

Zhang Xingjun watched with a blank expression on his face. The two brothers sold popsicles with small boxes on their backs every day, and they had never seen their father so happy.Eccentric eyes.

Zhang Xinglong didn't care about these things, he was sitting on the edge of the kang, mending his father's socks carefully.

After dinner, the family counted money around the wiped table.

This era is full of small change, which has to be sorted separately by gross dollar and piled up into stacks. The steel buns are kept for tomorrow’s change, and the rest are rolled into paper rolls.

One cent, two cents, five cents, fifty cents in a stack, rolled up with paper and stacked on one side, ten cents and twenty cents, fifty cents paper bills rounded up and tied with rubber bands, these were to be sent to the bank for deposit.

Few people have savings at home these days. Once the money is saved, they will not move it anymore. This is used to pay off debts.

"A lot of money, Mom, is our family going to send it?" The third child asked excitedly while counting.

Liu Guixin just laughed: "That's how much, your vision is too narrow."

"Mom, the teacher called me out today." Zhang Xinglong interjected in a low voice.

"What did you say about you?" Liu Guixin looked over.Usually, she and Zhang Qingzhi seldom asked about their two children's schooling.

Zhang Xinglong licked his lips, and looked at Zhang Qingzhi with a guilty conscience: "The teacher said, say I'm queuing up, let, say let you help practice."

"How did you make the turn smooth? Usually not. You go down to the ground and let me take a look." Liu Guixin was quite surprised, and he didn't notice it usually.

Zhang Xinglong put on his shoes and stood at attention.

Zhang Xingbing said: "Mom, if you shout, you have to shout the password."

Liu Guixin smiled and shouted: "Stand at attention, rest a little bit, stay where you are, let's go. One two one, one two one."

Zhang Xinglong followed the command and walked.

"It's not smooth, isn't it good?"

After walking for a while, Liu Guixin turned to Zhang Qingzhi and asked, "Really? Did you make the turn?"

Zhang Qingzhi was pricking up money, and shook his head: "I didn't see it. How could our child follow the abduction, and the teacher would just talk nonsense, it must be a mistake."

Zhang Xinglong himself was also confused, he forgot whether he was in school or not.That's how it went.

"I need to find a way to add a shed to the car. It's too hot at noon, so don't expose the little soldier to the sun." Liu Guixin turned to look at Zhang Qingzhi.

"Shed?" Zhang Qingzhi thought for a while, "I'll think about it."

After counting the money and clearing the table, Liu Guixin took care of the children to sleep on the kang, Zhang Qingzhi went out to feed the pigs, and walked around the popsicle cart thinking about it.

The three children all lay down in their little quilts, and Liu Guixin also got off the ground and went out.

The flower pig is easy to feed, just pour the pig food into the trough, but the black pig is not good, it has to be fed into the pen, it is too fat to move, and Liu Guixin feeds it spoonful by spoonful every day, just like feeding a child eat.

Zhang Qingzhi didn't dare to enter the pigsty, the flowery pigs really bite, don't look at the pigs looking stupid, they have great combat prowess.

And you can't really fight with your hands, that's money.

When Liu Guixin finished feeding the pigs, the pigs would itch again after being scratched. Zhang Qingzhi said: "I will add four pieces of pipes to the frame of the car, get a few poles, then insert the poles into the pipes, and add two horizontal bars. , put a tent cloth on top, okay?"

Liu Guixin thought for a while: "Okay, just build it up, as long as it can block the sun."

"It needs to be made wider. Tomorrow I'll ask someone to come and weld it at home, and measure the size of the shelf."

……

Xia Tian passed by quietly.

The clothes on people's body increase and thicken unconsciously.

The leaves are flying, the weeds are withered and yellow, and the farmers in the vegetable fields are enjoying the joy of harvest.

The factory started to give out the annual benefits again, and the workers carried their things home in baskets and bags with happy faces.

Meat, onions, and garlic were hung under the eaves and windows of every household, and the air of the whole town was filled with the smell of cabbage, and it was pickled cabbage and season again.

Frost fell in October, and the popsicle business ended, and Liu Guixin started to take over work and make clothes at home again.

There is no ice cream at the moment, and the popsicle factory will stop producing at the end of September.

Zhang Xingjun and Zhang Xinglong were finally able to go up the mountain and down the river with their friends after school. They were crazy, leaving their footprints everywhere in front of the house and by the river.

In the end, Zhang Qingzhi didn't make it back for the two brothers, Zhang Xingjun didn't know where he got one, and Zhang Xinglong wanted to play, but he could only watch helplessly, or secretly play a few times while his brother was away to enjoy himself.

With the coming of winter and the cold weather, elementary school students have an extra task to go to school. They have to carry firewood every day.

There is no heating in the school, and coal stoves are burned in the classrooms. Every day, firewood is needed to light the fire, which needs to be brought by the students.Coal is provided by the factory.

There are twenty or thirty little dolls sitting in a classroom, with a coal stove in the middle. The faces of the students next to the stove are flushed, and the students sitting in the corner are so cold that they can't hold their pencils.

In this age, no matter adults or children, there is no awareness of beauty or ugliness. We need to keep warm in winter and cool in summer.

In winter, the men and women are all armed with cotton-padded jackets, trousers, army coats and cotton hats. They are all wrapped like rice dumplings.

And it's not beautiful at this time, it's really cold.Forty below zero is a normal temperature.

Zhang Xinglong sat on the edge of the stove with his mouth shrunken and his head bowed, not daring to raise his head.He peed his pants, and the cotton pants were pulled off by the teacher and were being roasted on the coal stove.

The little classmates next to him secretly looked at him from time to time, covering their mouths and smiling.

In this era, such a big child would not deliberately laugh at anyone, but just thought it was fun.Everyone has had the experience of peeing their pants, but it's not as grand as Zhang Xinglong's.Ha ha.

"This kid had a major operation when he was a child, and the root cause of the disease has fallen. His father has been searching for folk remedies everywhere, but he can't help it. Daddy should be fine."

"I can keep up with everything in my studies, and I am obedient and disciplined, but my physique is too weak."

Two teachers are standing in front chatting.One is Zhang Xinglong's grandmother, Teacher Zhao.He peed his pants, and the teacher in charge called Mr. Zhao over.

"Er Min, are you cold?" Teacher Zhao came over and touched Zhang Xinglong and asked concerned.The underpants had already dried out, but even though they were next to the stove, wearing only one pair of underpants was not warm.

"It's not cold." He said it was not cold, but his head nodded, and it turned out that the body was honest.

"It will be done in a while." Teacher Zhang came over and touched the quilt and turned it over: "Go back and ask your dad to get you a pair of felt pads and buy a pair of new cotton shoes. Your old ones are no longer good. This is the bottom of your feet. It's getting cold."

"I'll go back and talk to his parents. The couple are busy all day, and they can't take care of the children. His family owes tens of thousands of debts, and it's not easy."

Zhang Xinglong looked down at the textbook, a little worried about going back and getting beaten.

(End of this chapter)