I rewrote family history

Chapter 30 One and a half (please follow up, please recommend tickets)
He has seen many stories, but he has no talent for storytelling, and no one has edited the manuscript, so it is inevitable to say a lot redundantly.In addition, what he said in modern times is just a paragraph, but over there, he has experienced day after day, night after night.

"Grandma talks the same way, don't rush your great-grandpa."

Xu Rong sat on the white chair beside the hospital bed, and blamed Wu Hao, "I'm old, I'm not as flexible as you young people, and I can't catch the point when I speak, you have to be considerate of your great-grandpa."

She was also complained about by younger generations.Yet she could do nothing about it.It seems that when people get older, they always like to nag.If you don't nag a few words, you will feel uncomfortable all over.

"Grandma, it's not your or grandpa's fault." Xu Qing put the sketch pen on the notebook and closed the cap with a click.After all, she is a college student, and she thought of a very suitable sentence, "The past that my great-grandpa and you babbled about was enough experience to earn a living in your era, and we took it as a story."

"Story, rambling is not acceptable."

She smiled slightly.

Very friendly smile, full of vitality.

"Qing'er, are you letting go?"

Xu Cong shifted his gaze to Xu Qing, and he gradually felt relieved, "Yeah, you are the only one in the family who can think of this sentence. When you applied for the college entrance examination, your great-grandpa didn't help you. Watching your father force you to apply After you majored in engineering, you are obviously very good at liberal arts, when you were in elementary school, your husband praised you for your composition."

After the college entrance examination is over and the results come out, fill in the application form.The elders in the family wanted Xu Qing to apply for an engineering major.Engineering is good for a living, at least in their perception.

"Grandpa, I have already let go."

Although Xu Qing was still upset, she would not mention it in front of the old man. She held the old man's hand and said with a smile: "Dad is doing it for my own good, I know that. Things that I didn't understand before, after a few years, I can't think about it." It’s okay. The mechanical major is not necessarily bad, at least there are fewer girls in the mechanical class, and the boys in the same class are chasing me.”

She made a joke.

I can't figure out what to do.

At home, someone has to give way first.

"I'm the same as you before. I always like to be stubborn, and the stubborn ones are like old scalpers."

After saying this, Xu Cong finally talked about the story between him and his father, "After I delivered the food to my husband, a few days later, on Saturday, the master invited me into the back house, and the kerosene lamp in his study Out of oil, ask me to go to the county seat tomorrow to buy a kilo and a half of Mobil oil."

"I was approaching my graduation exam at that time, so I didn't want to go, but I was also a long-term worker after all..."

……

The old man in the study suddenly looked hideous. Xu Er stood in front of the old man in a restrained manner, separated by a mahogany cabinet table. He bit his lower lip and hesitated for a long time, not knowing whether to agree or refuse.

The kerosene lamp in the dark room dimmed.

A light layer of lamp oil can be seen on the glass cover with lady pattern.

"Xu Cong, your father has to cut the wheat on the river bank tomorrow, so he won't be free." The old man smashed a mouthful of the white copper hookah in his hand, and he groped for the table with his other hand.The fat and white hands touched a pastel horseshoe bowl, and the edge of the bowl was golden.

He smoothly took out a boiled egg, cracked the shell, peeled off the small half, put it in his mouth and bit it, took another mouthful of the cupronickel cigarette holder, squinted his slender eyes, "This matter can't be delayed, I'll listen to the next door." The younger generation of the village said that the price of Mobil oil in the county can be reduced by more than two yuan per load, which is about the same price as that of Polo kerosene."

Xu Er's dumbfounded words stopped on his lips when he wanted to blurt out his refusal.

Master wants to buy Mobil oil for one and a half kilos, and it is two cents cheaper for one kilo, so half a kilo is three cents cheaper.If he refuses, what should he do with the short three coins.

He can't make it up.He eats and drinks at Xu's house and has to work.Just as he took personal leave to go home to harvest wheat.

A load is one hundred catties.

"Yes, sir."

Xu Er bowed his body in a daze, accustomed to appearing obedient.

And at the moment when he lowered his head, he saw the fox fairy.This is the second time he has come to the master's study.Suddenly, he felt that the position he stood in was somewhat similar to the position Xu San'er stood in the first time...

For the first time, the fox fairy reminded him by tugging at his clothes.

Carrying the oil drum, he walked out of the room. When Xu Er stunned out of the moon gate of the courtyard, he couldn't help but glance back. The master's room was no longer as bright as it used to be, and the bluestone floor outside the door could be illuminated.On the contrary, in the study without Mobil oil, there is only a dim fire hanging in the dark room, refusing to take its last breath.

Back in the side room of the stables, he put the oil barrel beside the stove, closed his clothes and put on the kang, covered with a thin blanket.

"What did the master ask you to do in the back house?"

The father and son had a cold face for a while, probably several months.Xu San'er's words were as hard as dry buns that he hadn't eaten for a few days, making people suffer from toothaches and sore throats.

Long-term workers cannot go to the back house at will, this is the rule.Go to the back house, something must happen.

"Buy oil."

Xu Er stunned turned over, with Xu San'er on his back, on the other side of the kang.The father and son slept with their backs facing each other, and one occupied one side, leaving Kang's heart empty.The warmest kang heart in winter.Also, the center of the pit is not important in summer, it has the same temperature as the other corners of the kang.

"Mobil oil."

His words were short.

Oil is not the same as oil.Oil lamps use canola oil, while kerosene lamps use Mobil oil.I heard that this oil is foreign oil, imported from Citigroup.

Xu San'er didn't vent his anger, he fell asleep silently,

Fortunately, Xu San'er didn't snore last night, and Xu Er got a good night's sleep.In summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and at five o'clock when the rooster crows, the sky is a little brighter. Pushing a wheelbarrow and carrying an oil barrel, he leaves Xu's house and heads for the county seat.

Leng Xu was quite familiar with the layout of the county seat.There is a river canal in the county seat, and the side is called Hemiao Street. A Town God's Temple is enshrined at the corner of the street, which existed in the Ming Dynasty.Walking around the street, there is a long banner hanging on the oil shop, with the word "Oil Workshop" written on it.

In the morning, the shopkeeper who does business is thin and frail, wearing a coarse blue dress, with a white cloth and black embroidered flower apron around his waist, tiny beads of sweat are densely covered on his white and tender neck, and a few strands of hair on his temples are wet and stuck to it.It should be hot.Seeing Xu Er stupefied staring at her, she spat, and her expression turned pale, "Buy oil? What kind of oil? Is it Persian oil? Mobil oil? Persian oil?"

On the street, there are unicycles pushed by teenagers with oil drums on them.Evidence of light brown kerosene leaked from the cracks in the barrel.

Kerosene is divided into three classes.The first-class oil is Persian kerosene, the second-class oil is Mobil Eagle brand cabin kerosene, referred to as Mobil oil, Citigroup, and Sumatra oil, referred to as Su oil; the third-class oil is Poro Island kerosene.

Last night, the master had already told him that Xu Er foolishly bought a load and a half of Mobil oil.

A load of Mobil oil is twenty-eight dollars.

……

"A load and a half of Mobil oil weighs 150 catties. Xujiapuzi is on the plateau. At that time, the villages were built as high as possible. It was very difficult for me to go home. Dad seems to have been waiting there..."

"Like..." The gray-white fox observed very carefully, engraved it into his mind, instead of fading away with the past memory, "Like waiting for me at the door on a rainy day, he and I didn't talk to each other, and we worked together to take half of the burden. Mobil oil was pushed uphill and pushed back to Xu’s house.”

"When he was wiping his sweat and returning to the river beach to cut wheat with a sickle, I called him dad again."

　Let’s start with an update today... It seems that the update of the previous few days was delayed until about [-]:[-] in the morning, and it’s not considered a missed update.Three more tomorrow.

　　I'm a bit depressed and uncomfortable, so I'll get up early tomorrow to update.

　　
　
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