I rewrote family history

Chapter 21 Slippery on the Road

"You're still playing with your phone. This time I caught you right." Xu Rong was furious, "Before, you just played games outside of school. You just played with your phone after class. I'll call your parents when I get back. I bought your smartphone and replaced it with an elderly phone."

Everyone is busy, and Wu Hao's parents are also busy.

On the Blue Devils phone, when the screen went dark, Wu Hao's face turned ashen, "It's over, it's over, this time I will definitely be scolded by my teammates, after I hang up, I won't be able to play the top game."

One hundred credit points are required for the King's Pesticide Peak Competition.

"Playing games all day, playing games, when will you get good grades." Xu Rong scolded, she let out a long sigh, "Your great-grandpa, your great-grandfather contributed money to go to school, you are like this..."

She was furious.

"Xiao Hao, when you were in high school, you should stop playing games." Xu Qing paused, and said in a persuasive way; "After the college entrance examination, when you go to university, you can play as long as you want. No one cares about college students playing games. But if you fail the college entrance examination, you leave society too early, and you are busy with life, you don’t even have time to play games..."

"Some knowledge, you didn't learn it in high school or university, you have to learn it again in society. But after you go out, it will not be easy."

Although Xu Qing did not work, she practiced for a while during college.

I know that it is not easy to beat workers in society.

It is difficult to find a good job even with a bachelor's degree, so she has to go to graduate school again and become a graduate student before she can find a better and easier job.

"Well, grandma, sister Qing."

Wu Hao dealt with it casually, put the phone in his butt pocket, and a look of pain flashed across his face.

Accidentally, I hung up the phone.

It would take him a few more rounds to recover his reputation points.

"Dad, tell me, your life in school at that time allowed Xiaohao to have a long memory, and he knew what to learn and what not to learn." Although Xu Rong is Wu Hao's grandmother, she is similar to her own mother. She raised her up single-handedly, and her daughter-in-law and son travel around in big cities for work, so they rarely have the opportunity to educate their son.

The next generation of relatives, separated from the old man.

Xu Cong was taken aback for a moment, and there was a smile in his eyes full of memories.This was the first time in his memory that his daughter begged him to tell the past in the past few decades.It may have happened before, but... once, or twice, it never happened again.

Yan's father is always tender in his old age.

"The Hongwen Hall in the county seat is a long way from the village. I had no money at that time, and neither did my father. I didn't stay in the county seat. Every morning, I woke up an hour earlier and hurried home after school..." Gray Fox experienced Everything, he narrated.

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On the way home, it was raining heavily.

Xu Er's stunned man felt his thumb hurt from the hemp rope shoe, and his foot was sunk in the mud. When he pulled it up, the hemp rope broke with a bang, and the slippery wet soil quickly poured into the sole of his foot.

One shoe was broken, and he dared not wear the other shoe again.He lifted the shoe with one hand, and ran on the slippery dirt road with his bare feet.Finally, I went home before sunset.

At the gate of Xu's house, my father was sitting on a stone pier, sucking dry cigarettes one mouthful at a time.

His trousers were rolled up at the bend of his legs, and large patches of dry yellow mud were floating on his exposed rough skin.

The father and son were silent.

Xu San'er is a loyal long-term worker. When he communicated with Xu Erlianzi the most, he worked in the fields and taught him how to dig, compost, and make livestock.For the rest, not much.It's a boring gourd.

into the house.

The warm water was ready, Dad wiped off the mud under his feet, the frozen blue white soles turned from curling up to stretching, and his rough hands rubbed each part.

Father is also mother.

"This is the foot of a scholar."

Dad said so.

The rain continued, and Xu Er, who had finished reading the book in the evening, got on the kang and fell asleep with his head covered.He was in a shallow sleep, and there was a loud thunder, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

Under the dim oil lamp, Xu San'er opened the jujube box again, took out the needle and thread, and was sewing his hemp rope shoes, "After a few days, I'll go to the mountains, exchange some hemp with the mountain people, and make you shoes again." Hemp shoes."

The after-effects of the payment of beam repairs were revealed.

The family was poor.

He should have changed a pair of hemp shoes, but he didn't have any new hemp shoes to wear.

No matter how barren the dry slopes are at the foot of the mountain, they are much better than the mountains in the mountains.In the mountains, cotton is not grown, only hemp is grown.After the mountain people have planted hemp, they cut off the hemp stalks and soak them, then peel off the hemp silk and carry them outside the mountain to sell.This is a deal between the mountain people and the people outside the mountain.This has been the case for thousands of years.

"Yeah." The dizzy Xu Er stunned back, turned his head and went back to sleep.

In the morning, Xu San'er woke up Xu Er's fool.

"The dirt road is slippery, Dad will carry you."

He simply said such a sentence.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the sky is dark.The dirt road after a rainy day was soaked in juice, and the moonlight fell on it, like gravel like a river beach, dotted with stars and shining brightly.

Xu Er was stunned to fold the long gown in his one-shoulder schoolbag. After he got off the kang, he strangled Xu San'er's broad shoulders with his hands and jumped onto Xu San'er's back.His spine was very hard, and his chest hurt so badly.As he walked, the sickle slung around his waist bumped against his feet, once and for all, like ringing a bell.

He was out of shoes, and his hemp shoes, sewn with needlework, could not withstand the suction of the sinking mud.

Dad has to carry him.

From childhood to adulthood, my father has recited him many times.

Xu San'er's feet were sunk in the mud of the dirt road, and a crutch stuck in front of her.He is like a toddling old man, stopping every step, walking on the road with difficulty.

Dirt roads in the country are just that.

When you get to the official road, it will be better, flat, covered with gravel, and will not slippery.

The gray-white fox rolled down from the kang, sensing the departure of the father and son, it walked, and soon caught up with the father and son, and it led the way.The four paws landed on the dirt road, leaving two rows of small paw prints, which is quite beautiful.

"Father, look, how much Master Hu has helped me."

Xu Er was on Xu San'er's back in a daze, suddenly thinking of yesterday's scene, and said.

His father is mature, even more mature than the immature husband and young master.

Dad's words will not be false.

"Master Hu, it doesn't want us to eat or drink, and it doesn't want our money." Xu San'er leaned on a cane, shrugged his shoulders abruptly, and used his inertia to lift up Xu Er's fool, and then turned to his left hand behind his back. Holding Xu Er's stupid ass, "Tell me, isn't Mr. Hu a good fairy?"

Yo Yo Hu Ming, the two of them followed a little closer.

"Father is right."

Xu Er let out a sigh of relief.

"Father, if you are rich, and you are dead, I will also get you a three-foot-long white silk python paper." Arriving at Yuanpo, after passing the grandpa's grave, Xu Er suddenly thought of something, and said excitedly .

He remembered his father's envy for the three-foot long white silk python paper.

After death, with such pomp and circumstance, a farmer's life is worth dying for.

The father and son don't need to worry about anything, Xu San'er is still very young, so he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm first.Thick phlegm hit the bull's-eye in the field.His lungs were free, and the cold air came in. He smiled, "Father waited for such a day."

White silk python paper means changing the door.

When he goes to Jiuquan..., he will feel at ease.

　Please also point out the shortcomings of the plot.Thank you all.The author's writing is also very false, I don't know how it is written...

　　
　
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