Fengcheng old events

Chapter 182 Did a Big Thing

Zhang Qingzhi was injured gloriously and became the object of protection of the family.

The workshop asked for leave.

Don't look at how stubborn he was when he was injured yesterday, Zhang Qingzhi didn't mention going to work after returning from the hospital.This is something that no one can hold on to.After you go, you can’t just watch and not work.

How can there be light work in the factory?The maintenance team uses a wrench and vise every day, and they have to use two hammers.

You can’t just watch it every day when you go, it’s better not to go at all, anyway, the salary and bonus will not be affected.

Zhang Qingzhi took sick leave to recuperate at home, but Liu Guixin found that he had more things to do instead.

Only then did I feel how much work and things Zhang Qingzhi had done at home and outside the house in a day.It's all hers now.Fortunately, the second child can help.

It's still winter, so there are relatively few things to do, no need to mop the floor, no need to clean the glass, no need to do laundry, and even less mending work.Winter is full of ice and snow, and clothes are not so easy to hang and wear.

However, Liu Guixin still felt a little flustered, feeling that one thing after another, the work could never be finished.It's very touching, and even the past few days have been a lot gentler to Zhang Qingzhi.

The first month is over, and the school will start.

A group of little beans spent a holiday shopping, and after the New Year, they came to school wearing new clothes for the New Year, carrying schoolbags, and carrying firewood on their backs.

The coal stove in the classroom will burn until the end of April, and I have to carry a month's worth of school firewood.But it was all prepared by the parents, and the little ones were only responsible for transporting it, so they wouldn't be tired.

Besides, it is not memorized every day, and it takes many days to memorize it once. After all, it is used to ignite fire, mainly coal.

The air from the residential area to the school smells of soot. If the wind is a little weaker, you can see the soot and ash everywhere, but the children don't care about it.This is the era.

At this time, the texts in elementary school were still relatively simple, and the students were not under as much learning pressure as later, and they were all focused on playing.

After class, the school is full of excitement. Girls jump rubber bands and kick keys, and boys have more tricks, such as city running, glass ball, paji, horizontal bar and pole climbing. Anyway, everyone returns to the classroom sweating in the 10 minutes between classes.

Pocket hopscotch is a game that can be played by both boys and girls, but few people play it during recess.It takes too much time to tell the winner.

A large group of boys will "squeeze soy sauce" under the window sill, stand in a row against the wall, squeeze hard from both sides to the middle, and those who are squeezed out will run to both sides to line up. Lehu, it's completely used for heating.Squeeze for a while and get hot all over.

But the clothes and shoes suffered. In such a violent game, a few clothes would be torn off and shoes damaged every day. When I went home at night, I would inevitably be beaten up.

Going to school every morning, showing the honorable traces of being beaten to classmates is also a game among boys. Those who were beaten hard are coaxed, and they don’t know what to be proud of. Those who were not beaten or those who were beaten lightly are envious.

This is childhood, silly joy for no reason.

Children in this era have nothing to eat or wear, and snacks are legendary things.I usually secretly take out some small things from home, such as glue, razor blades, story books or condoms, and the anti-luck film becomes the object of the whole class's pursuit, and it can last for several days.

At this time, condoms were called cannon skins by adults, and children used them as balloons to blow them up.

The children at this moment are so innocent that they will be shocked when they see the teacher eating.do not understand anything.

Of course, there are also precocious ones who understand some things vaguely, and become an exception among classmates.Because everyone can't understand what they say.

Zhang Xinglong is also different in the class, because he sells popsicles in summer, usually does housework, and spends less time with his classmates, except for a few in this film.

When he woke up in the morning, before the morning mist cleared outside, he would take a small hook with a bent wire and a small basket to go out to pick up vegetables and leaves, and after picking them up, he would come back to eat and go to school.After school, I carried water and coal, washed clothes, sewed and mended, cleaned the windows and cleaned the house, and picked up coke when the boiler room was emptying the muck.

The children of the poor headed home early, and life did not give them much time to play.

Of course there are also children.Brother Zhang Xingjun couldn't catch Ying'er as soon as school was over, so he ran away early, even if he would get beaten, he would play first.

My younger brother is the baby of my parents. I don’t have to do any work by nature, and I can show my arrogance and ask for things.

Of course, every child has his own dream or wish at a certain stage.

Zhang Xinglong's wish is to have a new stationery box of his own.His pencil case was used by his elder brother who picked it up. It is very old, with a few pieces of bumps on the sides, and the pattern on the box was scratched by his elder brother with a knife, and it is all rusty.

He has no shortage of notebooks and pencils, and he can get rewards from the class every time he takes an exam, which is enough.

I started to participate in school labor in the second grade. Each class has tasks, such as cleaning the playground and cleaning the toilets.The toilet is the task of the older children in the fifth and sixth grades, and the younger ones are afraid of falling into it.

Students whose turn is on duty should arrive at school early and sweep the playground with a big bamboo broom.

In fact, no one cares whether it is really cleaned, but Zhang Xinglong always cleans every place carefully, sweating from exhaustion.There was no praise either.

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A group of brats let out a burst of laughter, pulled up their pants and ran out.I don't know what I'm laughing at.

Zhang Xinglong felt that they knew so much that he didn't understand.But no one asked, let alone when I got home.Definitely get beaten.

"Damn, it's over, it's over." A college student next to him yelled, something fell into the pit.

Huh?Zhang Xinglong's eyes lit up, he lifted his pants and ran back to the classroom.

After class, he took out pencils, knives, erasers, etc., put them in his schoolbag, hid the old pencil case in his sleeve, and ran to the toilet.

Looking around, no one noticed, threw the old pencil case into the cesspit behind the toilet and ran away.

My heart was beating wildly, and I didn't dare to turn my head. I ran back to the classroom and sat down in my seat, as if I had done a great event. I was a little excited and a little scared. I lay down on the desk with my arms under my pillow, and kept The bell rang for class.

Until school was over, Zhang Xinglong was uneasy, but he was a little happy when he thought that there would be a new pencil case soon.

(End of this chapter)