Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 42 Spring Festival
Zhang Xinyi is the granddaughter of Imperial Physician Zhao, the daughter of Ms. Zhao, her mother's best friend, and Zhang Qingping, her father's buddy. Her name is given by Imperial Physician Zhao, and her younger sister is Zhao Ziwan. They are both nicknames and medicine names.

"My mother refers to girls other than Xin Yi. Her nose is sniffing everywhere..."

"What are you talking about! I have to criticize you!" Hu Xuemei said so, but there was no way to criticize, she was already laughing so hard.

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In the afternoon, Secretary Hua Yuliang led comrades from the Propaganda Department and the Organization Department of the county party committee to Zhou Zhi's home to express his condolences to Song Qiaoling, an old underground party member who risked his life under the white terror to properly preserve important historical relics for the organization. Comrade.

The organization has decided to restore Song Qiaoling's party status, the party age is undisputed, starting from [-] years.

However, my grandmother has always been in the countryside. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she worked as a women's director in Gujing Township, so she can't be regarded as a cadre participating in the work.

However, in view of Comrade Qiaoling's significant contribution, the county committee decided to reward Comrade Qiaoling with 200 yuan.

Every month in the future, you can refer to the old Red Army who participated in the revolution in the county and voluntarily returned to their hometown after liberation, and enjoy the subsidies issued by the county.

My mother breathed a sigh of relief, and the money was used to pay grandma's party dues, so there would be something left over even if it was evened out.

The secretary wanted to make a big deal out of it, but his godfather got in the way and wanted to leave some cultural relics in Jiachuan, so Hua Yuliang called him to the office and scolded him.

In the end, the will of the secretary was manifested. These cultural relics will be collected in the National Military Museum, and they are already on their way to the capital.

The evening news in the past few days has been reporting these related incidents.

When the county party committee issued a notice asking comrades from all relevant departments to watch the "Time Collection" program broadcast on the provincial TV station at 08:30 that night, everyone knew about Secretary Hua's lofty integrity.

News in the small county of Jiachuan spread faster than the wind.

do you know?Zhou Yuanjiang, this stubborn donkey, not only escaped a catastrophe this time, but also got a blessing in disguise...

That's right, his boy's composition was published in the provincial magazine, Secretary Yuliang personally called him to the office, and talked all morning...

Where did it go? Do you know the interview I will tell you to watch tonight?At that time, Secretary Zhang was there in person and accompanied him all the way...

I also heard that you should not spread this word to the outside world, the secretary has already talked to Liu Changan...

No matter how the wind in the small county town blows, it has nothing to do with Zhou Zhi, because the family happy events and worries are over, and we can prepare for a comfortable Spring Festival.

Zhou Zhi's study time is in the afternoon and evening, from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] noon, he will have a stall with Master Qiao.

The stall is at the Bamboo, Wooden and Grain Free Market at the North Gate, outside Lao Ma's Fishing Tackle Shop.

It is the place where folks from all over the world must pass through when they enter the city.

Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao sold couplets and blessing characters there.

My mother entrusted people from Xinhua Bookstore to get the red paper, and the job of cutting the paper was handed over to the foreign monk.

In Zhou Zhi's hand, there is also a treasure from the fifth uncle's house, on yellow paper with rough edges, called "Lian Shu", which is a good pair of quaint and good intentions.

Two cents a piece for blessing, plus couplets and horizontal batches, a set of five-character couplets costs [-] cents, and a set of seven-character couplets costs [-] cents.

Master Qiao thinks the pricing is troublesome. The five-character couplet plus the Fu character is [-] cents, and the seven-character couplet plus the Fu character is one piece. Wouldn’t it be better to give change?

It was ruthlessly rejected by Zhou Zhi.

Nowadays, all the good calligraphers in the county cherish feathers, and those who don't cherish feathers, their calligraphy is worse than Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao's old nose.

In addition, the price is cheaper than that printed by Xinhua Bookstore, and the auspicious words on it can beat them by several blocks, and the sales are booming.

If you are willing to pay an extra fifty cents, the two children can also listen to you talk about important family events this year, or expectations for the past year, such as getting a house and marrying a wife, etc., and can help you choose the right one. Son, explain the content inside to you, and then write on the spot.

Take this thing back and stick it on, then it will give your own door curtain a face.

And this comfortable experience is far better than facing those awesome salesmen selling printed materials at the Xinhua Bookstore joint stall.

These days, the pier at Beimenkou can be called a sea of ​​people. The small stalls can sell more than 200 couplets every day, most of which are seven characters. Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao can earn one hundred and seventy-eight a day, and sometimes two hundred and two three.

On the 29th of the new year, the business of the couplet stalls dropped sharply, and Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao paid the bills at home.

One person divided 70 yuan, and the cost of the red paper was scraped off for his mother, and the remaining [-] yuan was given to Yang He, which was regarded as his "work fee" for cutting paper these days.

Adding in the 30 yuan that Yang He had paid in advance, it made up a whole hundred, which made Yang He feel confident when he went home this time.

Master Qiao admired Zhou Zhi to the utmost: "My dear brother, this is more profitable than selling watermelons!"

Zhou Zhi shook his head, "I'm not ready enough, Brother Yi, we actually lost money this time."

Master Qiao held a handful of bills in his hand, feeling unbelievable: "Is it a loss? How much should I earn?"

Zhou Zhi said solemnly: "Next year we will go to Manzhou to buy gold powder and write gold characters! Then we will buy some printed couplets on New Year pictures! We have what they have, and they don't have what we have!"

"Our calligraphy can't be cheaper than the ones at the Xinhua Bookstore!"

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On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, Uncle Xinhua came to visit the New Year's Eve, and he also brought iodine wine, scissors, and tweezers. This was to remove Zhou Zhi's stitches, which meant that it was best not to keep these things for the New Year.

The good grandson recovered well and was alive and kicking, so grandma forgave Uncle Xinhua for his inexperienced medical skills, keeping Zhou Zhi from getting out of bed for three days and eating for seven days, and gave Uncle Xinhua two pairs of insoles.

The Spring Festival Gala in [-] was quite interesting. There were "Flowers in Water" by Alan Tam, "Police and Thieves" by Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao, and "Looking Back" by Jiang Yuheng...

However, these programs couldn't catch her "first bucket of gold" heart. Grandma didn't like to stay up late, so she paid New Year's greetings to her in advance, so Zhou Zhi went back to her room to calculate.

Zhao San was very forceful, saying that his old uncle had already been taken down by him, and there was usually some "exhaust gas" left in the helium tanks used up in the shipyard, so Zhou Zhi had to use it as much as possible. No need to give.

The balloons that Zhou Zhi got from the Manzhou Small Commodity Market, the big ones can blow up to [-] centimeters in diameter, the medium ones are [-] centimeters, and there are many small ones, loofah ones, with twisted loofah belts.

There are one hundred balloons in a bag, the wholesale price of the large one is two yuan a bag, the medium one is one bag, and the small one and the seven cents of a loofah.

There is also the cotton thread to tie the mouth of the balloon, which costs so much, it's gone.

After the things were roughly prepared, the firecrackers in the city began to crackle, and even the TV sound of the party was completely drowned out. It lasted for two hours before it became sporadic.

There were few firecrackers in Zhou Zhi's house, and his father was reluctant to let them off. He watched the TV and started counting down, and then shouted: "Zhou Zhi! Come out! Firecrackers are set off!"

Early in the morning on the first day of the new year, just after five o'clock, and it was still dark, Zhou Zhi went out.

There is a thick layer of red shredded firecracker paper on the street, and the sanitation workers don't bother to sweep it, because it will be like this for the next few days.

Grandma got up and didn't see Zhou Zhi, so she asked her mother, "Where's my grandson?"

Mom is pouring glutinous rice balls into the pot: "I went out before dawn, and I'm in a hurry to earn money! I want to see how much he and Master Qiao will earn this year! How much do you eat, Mom?"

"Let's make the moon red." Grandma said it calmly, adhering to the principle of opening her mouth when encountering soft and sticky things.

Mom stuck out her tongue at Dad, then turned to grandma and said, "Mom, you are getting old, so don't eat so much this year?"

Dad quietly pointed to the dustpan, and said in a low voice, "These are rubbed by Zhou Zhi for grandma, put them down first."

Mom looked at the dustpan, and sure enough, some glutinous rice balls were obviously smaller.

Dad then turned his head and said to grandma: "It's okay, Mom, we'll just eat Yueyuehong! Now that we have a wheelchair, we'll push you around in a while!"

"You don't leave home on the first day of the new year." Grandma said so, but she was also happy in her heart: "Didn't my good grandson earn so much? Why do you have to rush out to earn money on the first day of the new year?"

"If you don't leave the house, just walk around the street." Dad patiently explained: "Zhou Zhi is called a work-study program, and educating children is meaningful. I agreed, so that they can experience the hardships of life as soon as possible."

"Those who celebrate Chinese New Year are not allowed to mention the last word!"

Grandma still put on her apron, and changed into a clever saying: "Where are you so diligent, the day before yesterday I saw that my good grandson and Mr. Qiao had passed the New Year's Eve, and the colorful bills were thrown all over the bed, and there were thousands of counts!"

My mother couldn't help shaking her hands, and a big glutinous rice ball rolled into the pot, and the splash of boiling water scared her away: "Then...Mom? Really?"

"Really." Grandma said, "The two children shared [-] each, and gave the foreign monk [-]. They said it was paper cutting wages..."

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Just when my parents looked at each other speechlessly, and they could see the surprised look in each other's eyes, Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao had already met again at the shipyard.

The shipyard was also on holiday, and Zhao San's old uncles had all gone back to their hometown, so Zhao San was the only one who was guarding the shipyard, and opened the iron gate when he saw the two of them coming.

Zhou Zhi stuffed two boxes of snacks in the past: "Happy New Year, third brother!"

Zhao San hurriedly shied away: "Elbow, you are cheating on me..."

"It's not for you." Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "I asked my third brother to bring it to my uncle. Yours, we'll calculate it after we're done!"

The next step is to inflate, tie the mouth, and tie the bottom of the cotton thread to the wire loop that wears the screws to prevent them from flying away.

Soon, several large piles of big red balloons floated up inside the boat canopy of the shipyard. Under the big red balloons were colorful and various small and medium balloons.

"Hey! It's so pretty!" Zhao San couldn't help applauding when he saw it.

(End of this chapter)