Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 307, Telegram from Uncle

The family is sitting at the dinner table.

Wang Qiuju started to complain: "Why are you doing this when you have nothing to do? I heard that this matter seems to be quite big and it will take a long time!"

Yang Xiaole listened at the side and smiled: "Mom, you are not aware enough! It would not be good if others heard it."

The Daqing Oilfield incident has been publicized since last year.

People across the country are looking forward to it.

From the newspaper Fang Guoping read today, it is very clear and very confident that this is a super-large oil field in history.

You know, it took two years just to explore this oil field.

Otherwise, the daily newspaper would not directly occupy half of the newspaper.

In this era, people attach great importance to the unflattering labels placed on themselves, but they pay even more attention to the unflattering labels placed on the country.

Oil-poor countries.

When Fang Guoping read the book with great audibility and threw the hat of poverty and backwardness into the Pacific Ocean, even he, a later generation, felt proud.

Yang Guangzhi also smoked a cigarette and said with a smile: "That's right, you see Xiao Leduo is aware, but you are not aware enough! The ideological education in your unit is still not enough!"

Hearing this, Wang Qiuju glared at him angrily.

"Okay, you two are enlightened, aren't you? I'm a woman and I'm not enlightened!!"

I hurriedly took a few bites and went to prepare things.

When the notice comes, I have to leave immediately.

Tomorrow will be the first batch to pass, and many more people will follow.

The preparations were not sufficient last time, and my man had suffered a lot in the past, so he had to prepare everything this time.

And this time it is still required to bring everything.

Because this battle is not like the last one, which came back after a while. If it passes this time, it may be a protracted battle.

I don’t know when I will come back.

While thinking, there was a slight noise outside.

The sound insulation of this house is poor, and if there is a little bit of movement, you will know what is happening outside.

While the eldest sister was eating, she turned to look at the door and muttered: "Xue Wu's voice is probably due to a quarrel with his second uncle's Xue Jun. After moving here, they have been quarreling a lot."

Yang Xiaole didn't care.

Not surprising at all.

If children don't fight, then they are still called children!

There were many brothers fighting over food in the yard. Wang Xuewu and his brother Wang Xuewen also fought together.

What's more, the newly moved Wang Xuejun.

When dividing the apples, several people can go around the table to see which one is bigger and which one is smaller.

Let's not talk about other things, just talk about their family. If it were still an ordinary family before, he and Xizi were only two years apart.

It would probably knock a dog's head off.

The smaller the age gap, the better the performance.

Of course, brothers are not the kind of people who are beaten to death.

While Wang Qiuju was packing her things, she would come to the door from time to time and murmured, "Uncle Wang's house will be a little noisy in the future."

Others are not surprised either.

Children will learn to talk, and they will always talk to themselves. If they twist their mouths like adults, they will feel uncomfortable in their hearts.

After dinner, naturally the eldest sister washed the dishes.

This well water is still useful, at least there is no need to do too much homework at night, and the children of the family are basically top-notch now.

Even Xizi, a lazy guy, fell behind Xiaomai and slowly rose to the second place in grade.

The basics of wheat are poor, but fortunately this girl is careful, and the elementary school content is too simple.

At this time, Wang Qiuju was in the courtyard, her waist as straight as possible.

Yang Xiaole watched her mother pack her things, so she naturally prepared a kettle of wine with well water for her father to prevent any accidents there.

But I feel like this bottle of wine won’t last long.

At that time, we have to find a way to get through it.

Yang Guangzhi looked at Xiaogang next to him and explained: "Boss, you need a marriage certificate to buy furniture. But you should clean up the house over there as soon as possible. Don't do it until everything is over."

The eldest brother nodded: "Yes, I understand. Pack it up. I'll get some old newspapers to paste them up."

Because many people are now returning to rural areas, there are a lot of houses available. We just decided to buy them some time ago.

The bad thing about renting an apartment is the rent.

There is also an advantage, that is, you can choose a house.

However, the vast majority of people in the city don't think about renting a house and are waiting for allocation. After all, rent is a considerable expense in a year.

It costs dozens of dollars a year!

The next morning, those who should go to school go to work and those who should go to work.

Yang Guangzhi also embarked on his road to support national construction amid the family's concerns.

Whatever you should do next time.

Yang Xiaole rode his bicycle back to school.

Class in the morning and clearing land in the afternoon.

Li Haitang's deskmate, Meng Xin, was working with a hoe while complaining: "Okay now, Li Wei and You Xia are not here, how long will it take to do so much work!"

Hearing this complaint, Li Haitang also sighed.

Looking at everyone who was working, he said: "Stop complaining, our class is missing a lot of people! Xu Qiang didn't come today, didn't you notice?"

"Ah? He doesn't want to study anymore, right? His grades are so good!"

Fang Mengmeng also nodded beside him: "Did you know? It's not just students who can't come here now. I heard from my dad that many schools have been abolished and merged?"

"Why? Isn't it a good thing? Why is the school also withdrawn?"

Yang Xiaole was listening there. Xu Qiang, whom Li Haitang was talking about, was also among the top ten in the class.

Because of food shortage, I stopped coming to school.

Not only him, nearly ten students from the school have left, accounting for one-fifth of the class.

As for the school merger mentioned by Fang Mengmeng, it has already begun.

The year they entered the city, various schools were opened for education. Primary schools, also known as junior primary schools, were built in each village, as well as kindergartens to liberate women from the labor force.

In the city, in order to solve the problem of shortage of educational resources.

Various schools are also established, from elementary school to high school, from vocational school, agricultural school, to technical secondary school.

It almost takes one or two hours to start recruiting students.

Now, a large part of them are being merged one after another.

Almost all kindergartens in rural areas have been closed, and many primary schools have also been closed.

As for the reason! !

That's naturally because......

Too big a step...

It's March now, a time when there is a shortage of jobs, and almost all the students in the class are working hard.

I can’t do it!

Fang Guoping looked at everyone, and finally had no choice but to call them together.

This was already the case yesterday.

Not only them, but also other classes were called together.

What?

Listen to the song!
  All the available staff in the school were called over, including the music teacher and physical education teacher.

Feng Cheng was working and was called over.

I had been informed a long time ago that I would cheer up my classmates today. When I heard the shouting, I put down my hoe and ran to get my accordion.

After Feng Cheng saw that everyone had arrived, he looked at everyone and said:

"Students, I know that farming may still be too young for people of your age, and it is very hard."

The teachers frowned when they heard this. Why did they say such discouraging words?
  But he didn't say anything, knowing that he had more to say.

Feng Cheng paused, looked at the students staring at him with wide eyes, and said with a smile: "The school hopes that I can play some motivational songs to cheer up the students. Of course, I am not very good at talking."

These words made everyone smile knowingly.

After everyone laughed, he continued: "Let me tell you a story. There is a kind of people in the world called Gypsies. They are widely distributed in the world, but they are all wandering people who never settle down and live their lives for generations. They live a life of poverty and discrimination, but this nation is lively, optimistic, and good at singing and dancing."

As he spoke, the accordion in his hand was already playing.

"This "Song of the Wanderer" is a piece of music composed by Spanish composers who were moved by their spirit. This music reminds us that life is not easy, and we need to face challenges bravely and open up new places. the course. Difficulties are only temporary and everything will eventually pass."

Accompanied by melodious music.

I don’t know if it was the result of Feng Cheng’s foreshadowing, but everyone listened carefully.

Others were also listening, but Yang Xiaole listened particularly carefully.

He is not listening to the content, because he knows this piece of music himself, it is just a piano piece.
  Now he was watching Feng Cheng's technique of playing the accordion. Under his scanning, everything was revealed.

Which key corresponds to which sound, and how to pull the bellows.

They can all be seen clearly.

Of course, this was not the first time he had noticed. He had been stealing lessons from Feng Cheng the second time.

A few minutes passed and a piece of music ended.

"Okay, everyone, let's go to work! I'll play music for everyone in a while."

Seeing that his mission was over, Feng Cheng smiled and said to everyone.

After hearing this, everyone left and went back to work.

I don’t know if the words I just said were helpful, or if I just took a break and calmed down, and the students were working a little better.

But there is still one person who has not left.

Feng Cheng looked at Yang Xiaole in front of him and wondered: "Classmate, what can I do for you?"

Yang Xiaole walked over with a smile.

"Teacher Feng, can you give me a try on this accordion?"

Hearing this, Feng Cheng looked down at the accordion in his arms, then raised his head and smiled: "Can you do it? Do you know the staff?"

"I know you! I've learned this before, but I'm not very skilled at it."

Naturally, I had to learn it through nonsense.

Otherwise, if it pops up after a while, wouldn’t it be troublesome?

"Oh!"

Feng Cheng was surprised, but instead of giving him the organ, he asked, "Okay, I'll ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, I'll give him a try."

"okay!"

"Then let me ask you, what is a symbol pole plus a hollow circle on the staff?"

This is a basic question. If it doesn't do this, it doesn't happen at all.

Yang Xiaole smiled when he heard this: "Two shots."

Feng Cheng was surprised for a moment, then thought about it and asked, "What is a musical note plus a solid circle?"

"Half a beat!"

Seeing him speak accurately, Feng Cheng also looked at him with interest.

After thinking for a moment, he smiled and nodded: "Okay, come and try it, don't let me break it."

"Don't worry, Teacher Feng, you can just watch from the side."

Hearing this, Feng Chengxiao took the piano off his body and handed it to him.

Yang Xiaole took the thing and carried it on his back, then tried a few notes with his hands.

"Ding~ding~dang~dang~"

The right hand is the keys, the left hand is the keys, and the left hand keys are the bass.

It took several tries.    He began to play.

A simple song "Two Tigers" slowly came out from his hands.

The tempo was relatively slow, but it was very obvious what kind of music it was. This was mainly because he was not used to pressing buttons like this.

My hand speed hasn't caught up yet.

"When pulling the bellows, be gentle and don't pull hard."

Suddenly, Feng Cheng next to him said something to him and continued to listen.

After Yang Xiaole heard this, he adjusted himself and softened the movement of playing the organ, and his voice suddenly became less stiff.

This is a 48-bass accordion, not as complicated as later generations with so many keys.

Although the sound produced is a bit worse, it is still relatively simple.

After trying out the notes, he started to play slightly more complicated ones.

Naturally, he would not foolishly play those world-famous songs, but instead found a familiar song.

"Let's paddle together"

He didn't do it for performance, he just wanted to get familiar with the keyboard and the phonemes of the keys.

So the player doesn't appear to be particularly skillful when playing.

Of course, this is for Feng Cheng, but for other people who can't play, as long as they can hear some music, they are already very good.

When the students who were working saw his actions, they immediately stopped what they were doing.

Looking at it in surprise.

After playing one song, Yang Xiaole felt confident.

Really simple.

The only difficult thing is proficiency, because this is still somewhat different from playing the piano.

I’ll buy one another day, since this thing doesn’t cost any money, it’s just expensive.

He doesn't want to show it off, just buy one and play with it.

He untied the things and smiled at Feng Cheng: "Thank you, Teacher Feng!"

Feng Cheng took the things and was surprised: "You... I feel like you have some skills! And your skills are not too bad, especially the keyboard area. It seems that you are not very familiar with the keys. Have you learned anything else?" ?”

Then there was another burst of confusion: "That's not right! There is indeed something wrong with your buttons, but you press them accurately. It's strange."

Looking at Yang Xiaole’s clothes, it doesn’t look like

Yang Xiaole smiled: "I used to have a teacher. He taught me for a while, but he stopped practicing after I came to the city."

Anyway, Lao Luo is in the northwest, and no one will confirm this.

Moreover, it would be necessary to check his details, but it would attract the attention of relevant departments, and no one would investigate for this reason.

Feng Cheng chuckled when he heard this, and then nodded: "Okay, if you don't understand anything in the future, you can ask me. I can also teach you in music class."

"Okay, thank you! Then I'll go get busy!"

Yang Xiaole thanked him and left.

Feng Cheng didn't think much about it.

"Hey, when did you learn to play the piano?"

Wang Xuewu was surprised when he saw him coming back.

Not just him, everyone else had the same expression.

Yang Xiaole came over and looked at the expressions of several people, feeling that they were very normal.

The prices of cheap folk musical instruments such as flute, Xiao, Hulusi, Erhu and Suona are relatively low.

Western musical instruments like the accordion are out of reach for ordinary people because they are too expensive.

The cheapest one is about the same price as a bicycle, more than 150.

The expensive ones cost four to five hundred.

In addition to being admitted to college, ordinary families can use the reputation of college students to buy one at home. Otherwise, they would not have access to this thing at all.

"Yes! How could you do this!"

Fang Mengmeng also felt strange for a while.

When Yang Xiaole saw this, he naturally let go of his previous remarks.

Then he smiled there. At home, he and his eldest sister play musical instruments, Xiaoli is learning to dance, and Xiaomai is learning to sing.

When it's almost done, the four of them can form a play.

There is no right or wrong instrument, it just depends on what you play. It will be good for the elder sister and others in the future.

"Oh!! I learned it from my previous teacher! Your teacher is really amazing."

Fang Mengmeng was envious.

She doesn’t even know how to play a musical instrument!
  However, there is someone in the class who can play the erhu, which is passed down from ancestors.

Yang Xiaole played the accordion, it was just an interlude, and it passed after a while.

It’s just that we will definitely discuss it privately in the future.

"Uuu~~ School is finally over. I can rest tomorrow. I really can't do anything anymore."

Wang Xuewu watched the team go back, feeling relieved there.

Because tomorrow is the weekend again.

Then he looked at Yang Xiaole: "By the way, Xiaole, I heard that your father went to the Northeast again, right?"

"Well, yes! What's the matter?"

"It's okay, I just want to ask. I heard that the Northeast is more miserable than here! Why is your father going there again?"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole was speechless for a while. I also wanted to know why he went there again!

Then he glanced at him and asked: "Last night, you and Xuejun had another fight? What happened?"

Hearing this, Liu Jiefang and Fang Mengmeng both looked over and became curious for a while.

Wang Xuewu was embarrassed and muttered: "Last time my dad gave me some fried fruits, I took him to eat them. My second uncle gave him the twists, but he didn't take me to eat them."

Several people were happy when they heard this.

Liu Jiefang clicked his tongue: "Is it a loss?"

"Well, it's a big loss."

Wang Xuewu looked approving.

Everyone left the school laughing and talking, and then went back after school.

When I get home in the evening, others have already arrived home.

"Brother, I have a telegram for you! It's from my uncle!"

As soon as he got home, he heard Xizi holding a note and waving to him.

telegraph?

Uncle's?
  After a moment of confusion, I took it and looked at it, only to see a lot of words on it.

"I prescribed the Ginseng Yangrong Pills for Xiaole. Come and get them when you have time."

The ending is Yang Guangchun.

Seeing the words above, Yang Xiaole was confused for a while.

Ginseng Yangrong Pills?
  These are the medicines he prescribed when he came to the city last year. It has been so long, and his body has already recovered.

He also practices martial arts.

How to post this?
  "Xiao Le! What's wrong? Why did uncle buy you medicine?"

The eldest sister was preparing dinner. She looked at him deep in thought and asked curiously.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole came back to his senses.

Yes, even the eldest sister knows, how could the uncle send such a strange telegram!
  He shook his head: "I don't know! I'll go over and have a look."

If he doesn't understand, he just goes and asks. Anyway, there's nothing going on at home now.

There must be something wrong with the uncle.

Hearing this, the eldest sister hurriedly asked: "Then will you come back for dinner tonight?"

"Do not bother me!"

Yang Xiaole said hello and left.

After coming out, riding on the road, my mind was thinking about the reason.

Definitely let him pass.

So what are these Ginseng Yangrong Pills for?

something wrong.

It is to let yourself know that there is a problem and you should pay attention to something.

After thinking for a while, I didn't understand, so I left on my bike.

When I came to the textile factory, I didn't go to my uncle's house. Instead, I went directly to the factory gate and went to the security department to register.

Then he went directly to the infirmary.

Qian Hongying's mother came to take care of her for a while but left because there was no ration.

Now the children are placed in the nursery in the family area, with dedicated people taking care of them so that they can go to work.

Even the price of this nursery is quite high.

Kindergarten costs three yuan a month.

However, for nurseries that last for more than 56 days, the first-class nursery costs 12.4 per month, and the second-class nursery costs 10.4 per month (from the Kyoto Price Journal), which is not acceptable to ordinary people.

This is still the price for one month.

"aunt!"

After such a long time, he naturally knew the place, and when he came to the place, he shouted into a bathroom.

At this time, Qian Hongying was behind a curtain, and it looked like she was giving someone an injection.

She didn't move at all when she heard the sound.

After she finished the injection, she responded: "Wait a minute!"

While talking, he separated the syringes and needles and put them into aluminum lunch boxes.

After sitting down, he wrote on a list for a while and handed it to the middle-aged man: "Pay attention to rest, this is a sick leave note! Go get the medicine!"

"Hey, okay, thank you Dr. Qian."

The other party said hello and then left.

After the people left, Yang Xiaole looked outside and then whispered: "Auntie, what's going on?"

Seeing his expression, Qian Hongying smiled and said, "I knew you understood!"

After saying that, he stretched his head and looked outside, and then said: "Actually, there is nothing wrong. I am just afraid that you will bring something here, so I will send you a telegram to remind you."

As he spoke, he handed him a box of medicine: "It's okay for you to take this, just take it back. Just show off."

Yang Xiaole was confused for a while: "What happened?"

Since the last few transactions, he often brought some things over later.

One is that food is tight now.

One is that his little cousin Yang Ziqiang is also growing.

Seeing this, Qian Hongying continued in a low voice: "Our factory has lost a lot of things in the logistics department, and they are all food. I'm afraid that if you bring things here, people will find out, and I won't be able to tell you at that time."

While talking, he placed the contents of the lunch box on the stove next to him.

Added a little water and cooked it there.

When Yang Xiaole heard this, he understood what it meant.

This is because I am worried that if there are too many good things at home, something will happen to me if someone sees me.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought it was something! It scared me. Is uncle okay?"

"It's fine for now!"

"temporary?"

He could tell that something was going on. He didn't know what it was.

(End of this chapter)