Fengcheng old events

Chapter 198 Writing an Essay

Zhang Qingzhi mixed some warm water with the washbasin and brought it into the room: "Hurry up and wash your face. I've prepared the food for you and put it on the pot. I'll go deliver food to your brother and younger brother."

"Well. Then should I go back to this home or that home after school at night?"

"Go back here, you send your schoolbag to your mother's stall, so you can come back and help me pull coal."

"Then this house here will not be our house in the future?"

"No, there are new houses, so the factory will be taken back."

"The barn was built by our family, and will it be taken back?"

"There is a new one over there. Hurry up, what are you talking about. I'm leaving. Before you leave, close the doors and windows and seal the stove."

"Ah."

Zhang Qingzhi left in a hurry with the lunch box in hand, and he had to come back to work after the meal was delivered and the two brothers were settled.

Zhang Xinglong put on his clothes and went to wash his face, and used to apply the fragrance, but he couldn't find it.After looking around in the room, I went to eat at the pot table, and then I suddenly felt a little sad.

"What's wrong with the second child? Why are you still crying while eating?" The third child of the Sun family came out of the house, just in time to see Zhang Xinglong wiping tears.

The eldest sister of the Sun family got married in the summer, she got married, and married to Zhang Xinglong who didn't know where, but it was quite far away anyway.I knew that my eldest brother-in-law's surname was Li, and he had curly black hair, so he was very good at speaking.

"This is not my house anymore."

"Isn't there a new home? The upstairs is great, and the space is still wide. Are you unhappy?"

"I know, I've seen them all."

"Then are you still crying?"

Zhang Xinglong was a little embarrassed, but tears couldn't be stopped.

There are so many good memories here, so many stories happened, and so many friends.

"Second sister, will your family move?"

"Move, we all move here."

"Then where did your family move?"

"It's all over there, didn't you go, that's it."

"Are we still living together?" Zhang Xinglong was a little happy and worried, and asked again.

"It's all over there. We have to move here. They're all there. We just don't live in a bunch."

"Then what if I can't find your home?"

"Why can't I find it? You're so stupid that you don't recognize it? It's just a big place."

"Hey." Zhang Xinglong was a little embarrassed, and he ate with a big mouthful, feeling completely happy in his heart.

After eating, I put away the dishes and chopsticks, and lifted the stove cover with the stove hook.The furnace cover consists of three iron rings, and there is an iron block with a nest in the middle, which must be placed next to each other, otherwise the small ones will fall into the furnace.

Prick the stove a few times with a stove blower, then level the top with a stove hook, use a small shovel to pick up half a shovel of sticky wet coal from the coal pit on one side and pour it into the stove, and use the stove hook to spread the wet coal evenly , It must be spread out to be about the same thickness and fit tightly, so that the fire will be suppressed, and it will not go out even if you don't care about it all morning.

Zhang Xinglong is already familiar with this.

Seal the stove and cover the stove layer by layer, put the steamer on it and fill half a pot of water, then wash the schoolbag on the back of your hand, check that the front and rear windows are closed, close the door tightly, and set off for school.

There is no need to dig out the ashes in the morning, and it is just right after school in the evening.

The bottom of the entire stove is hollowed out, and the top is covered with a cover. The burnt coal turns into ashes and leaks inside, and it has to be pulled out every few days.

In today's class, the teacher asked the students to write essays based on what I have learned.

In the third grade, I started to write essays and diaries in the Chinese class. The essays were all homework, and the teacher assigned them to finish writing in class, and the teacher marked them at the time.The diary has to be written at home, and handed in for inspection once a week.

The girl sits behind the desk and thinks silently, while the boy just looks around and scratches his head.For third-grade elementary school students, writing essays is simply too difficult.

Zhang Xinglong opened the composition and thought for a while, then wrote on it with a pen: I learned how to cook dumplings.

For him, writing such a composition is simply too easy. He has done most of the work at home and learned a lot.

"The dumplings are like little ducks floating on the water. When the water boils, the little ducks will sway and sway, and keep moving..."

"After a while, the dumplings seemed to be inflated and became swollen. My mother said that at this time, I pressed it lightly with my hand, and it was cooked if it bounced back. I picked up one and pressed it with my hand, and it really bounced." came back.

Dad always boiled the dumplings, but I didn't, they were cooked well, and they were scooped up on the plate with a strainer, they were white and tender, they looked pretty..."

"The younger brother said that mom and dad love to eat dumplings with broken skins, and it is right to leave them for mom and dad. I have eaten dumplings with broken skins, and they are not delicious at all. I know, it's not that mom and dad love to eat dumplings with broken skins." They are reluctant to give us the dumplings. They love us."

The composition of hundreds of words was completed in one go and handed over to the podium.

Teacher Song glanced at Zhang Xinglong, picked up the composition and opened it to read.

He scratched his forehead, looked up at Zhang Xinglong again, and coughed: "Students, stop what you have written, and I will read Zhang Xinglong's Composition, well written, you have to learn from him."

With a little emotion, Teacher Song read Zhang Xinglong's composition again, and repeated the last few sentences emphatically, nodding his head: "Did you hear clearly? Zhang Xinglong not only understood what he learned, but also wrote How did you learn it.

The most important thing is that you have expressed your feelings for your parents. Think about it, right?You have to learn from him and write your composition with your heart.Zhang Xinglong, don't be proud, keep working hard, do you hear me? "

Zhang Xinglong stood up and agreed, a little embarrassed, feeling that his classmates were all looking at him.

"The handwriting is also well written." Teacher Song held up Zhang Xinglong's composition and showed it to the students: "Square and square, the frame structure is pulled apart, so the handwriting has to be written like this, remember?"

"Remember..."

Zhang Xinglong's handwriting is like his mother Liu Guixin's. He has been writing correctly since primary school, while his elder brother Zhang Xingjun is not as good.My brother hasn't started writing yet.

This is a very happy day for Zhang Xinglong.

The family has moved to a new house, and Sun Niang's family will also move there.

Both writing and writing were praised by the teacher, so happy.

After school, he hurried to his mother's popsicle stand with his schoolbag on his back: "Mom, the teacher praised me today."

"Really? Praise you for what?"

"I wrote the composition, and said that my handwriting is good."

Zhang Xinglong took out the composition and handed it to his mother like a treasure.

Liu Guixin turned to the last composition, read it, laughed, and patted Zhang Xinglong's head twice: "Just make it up, it's true if you say you did other jobs, when did you cook dumplings?" Yes, it’s pretty similar.”

Zhang Xinglong is a little reluctant: "I have already learned it, if you don't believe me, I will cook it for you next time."

"Okay, next time you cook the dumplings and see if they are better than your father."

"I can still roll the skin."

(End of this chapter)