Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 448, the most boring Spring Festival

Yang Xiaole followed Feng Aijun on his bicycle to the vicinity of their compound.

If you follow the other party, it will naturally be easy to get in.

After walking for a while, I saw an air raid shelter.

It was also the first time for Yang Xiaole to enter this large courtyard. The houses inside no longer looked like the antique ones seen outside.

Everything inside has been remodeled.

Moreover, it was a house built together after several nearby courtyard houses were dismantled.

The place is huge.

"Did you dig a bomb shelter?"

Yang Xiaole looked at the sign at the entrance of the air-raid shelter and asked with a smile.

In two years, everyone will start digging air-raid shelters. This is a huge project that is needed in all major cities across the country.

I just didn’t expect it to be here already.

"Yes, yes, we dug it out a few years ago. It's quite big underneath. We used to raise pheasants, but in the end we had no choice but to put them there."

Feng Aijun said with a smile.

Yang Xiaole nodded.

Also, in 56, the old man had already proposed the concept of digging deep holes, and even published it in the newspaper, saying that we should ensure half a square meter of air-raid shelters per person.

It's just that there was no movement after that.

It is estimated that only important units and agencies will dig.

Maybe a lot of air-raid shelters have been dug in places that I don't know about.

Follow the other party to a two-story building, which is near the middle of the compound.

There were two teenagers guarding the door.

Feng Aijun asked the two of them,
"Is anyone here?"

The other party nodded; "Well, here we are, but it will take a while. Who is Aijun?"

Not everyone knows Yang Xiaole.

After all, there are over 100,000 middle school students in Sijiu City alone. It would be great if they all knew him.

Even Chen Xiaolu was only known to a few people in his school and No. 468 Middle School, even though his father was almost a household name.

Feng Aijun smiled and said: "Don't worry, my classmate, Shichahai Haoye!"

The two of them also laughed after hearing this: "Oh, it turns out it's you! How disrespectful!"

I have never met the two of them, but I heard it from someone who came back.

It's just that it feels too mysterious to hear people say it, and naturally it's not as shocking as seeing the scene with your own eyes.

But I still know he can play well.

Upon seeing this, Feng Aijun took him to the small auditorium on the second floor.

It can only seat a hundred or ten people.

At this time, there were already many young people sitting here, all of whom knew Feng Aijun.

After Feng Aijun went to say hello, he returned to him.

Yang Xiaole saw this and smiled: "Are you their leader now?"

Feng Aijun smiled and shook his head: "No, we all play in groups. We only play together occasionally. When we are most united, it's time to fight."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole also felt emotional for a while.

When they first met back then, Feng Aijun was still just a kid hanging around behind a group of big brothers in the compound!
Now he has become the big brother in the compound.

Because he is a senior in high school.

Up there are college students.

While the two were sitting there, several people came over to ask about Yang Xiaole's situation.

With Feng Aijun as a shield, naturally no one said anything.

After sitting for a while, Yang Xiaole finally knew what the content of the video to be played today was.

"Lenin in 1918"

A film that has been played countless times before.

Young people of this era watch this movie largely because of Lenin, but it has to be said that there are a small amount of kissing, sex, and the short ballet scene in it, which attracts young people even more.

Maybe in this closed era.

The content of these ten seconds is even more desirable.

Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes. If he had known about this movie, he wouldn't have come because he had watched it many times.

But he was too embarrassed to say anything at this time.

But think about it.

The reason why people like Feng Aijun were able to watch in such a mysterious manner was not because they organized secret viewing on their own.

But these things can only be seen by their elders.

It's just a matter of turning a blind eye to them. If they want to watch a movie with obvious kissing, swimsuit, and other "big poisonous weeds" content, they probably won't be able to do it.

That's pretty good.

Ordinary people have only seen model plays in the past six months.

This is also a very painful thing for an era that already lacks entertainment projects.

Even talking about the content of movies I have watched before, I will not talk about it openly.

They are all in trusted circles.

Yang Xiaole saw this and smiled: "How often can I visit your compound?"

Feng Aijun muttered there: "Not necessarily. In short, I only see it once a month, and at most, it takes more than three months."

"Tsk tsk! It's indeed a courtyard!"

No wonder these people are so excited, but even so, it's nothing serious.

"It's started, it's started!"

After a while, someone shouted.

When the lights were turned off, a black and white image of the Soviets appeared on the curtain.

电影
it has started……

Everyone was staring at the screen intently, for fear of missing any trace of the scene.

When seeing kisses and special scenes, the young people swallowed subconsciously.

I wish I could be the male protagonist of the movie.

But Yang Xiaole is most familiar with the paragraph in it, which is the chicken soup sentence: "Dear, there will be bread, and there will be milk. ..."

This thing has become a self-comfort word for many people.

Movie times at this time were not very fixed.

After watching three movies in a row, it was already the afternoon, and everyone left the show without finishing.

Yang Xiaole never left.

Because he knows that once this kind of movie starts, he can't leave. He can only leave after the movie is finished and the movie is sent away.

While sitting idle, people around me were whispering about the plot of the movie.

Although these people have watched it countless times.

When Yang Xiaole saw this scene, it reminded him of when Journey to the West first came out.

Watch after school.

Watch it on the weekend.

Watch it during the holidays.

I seem to have watched it dozens of times without getting impatient at all, and I was so focused every time.

It wasn't until I was bombarded with various movies and TV shows that things got better.

"Hey, Xiaole, go to my house for dinner later. It's already afternoon and I'm starving."

Feng Aijun took advantage of the waiting time to ask him.

Yang Xiaole shook his head: "Forget it, I won't play anymore. Let's go again next time when we have a chance!"

He didn't really want to go to the leader's house.

There is no common topic.

If you need future resources, it is enough to have a good relationship with people like Feng Aijun and Chen Xiaolu. There is no need to get involved with them.

These people came out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

I won't change my persistence just for the sake of you.

When Feng Aijun heard this, he didn't force it anymore.

"There will be a meeting in the square tomorrow, will you go?"

Yang Xiaole heard the words and agreed: "Yes, go!"

He promised, he promised, and he didn't go through the school, so he went in pieces. Who knows whether he went or not.

At that time, we will know the specific situation through the spread of others.

After chatting casually for a while, I heard someone shouting: "Okay, it's time to leave."

This is the film was escorted away.

The reason why I do this is because I am afraid of being shot behind my back.

Yang Xiaole also said hello to a few people, then left the compound and went to the square.

Naturally, I didn’t go there to watch the excitement in the square.

Instead, I went to the Zhang family to buy some braised pork and go back to celebrate the New Year.

When I rode my bike to the place, I saw a peaceful crowd of people in the square.

There are no shortage of people here.

Even if a notice is issued to allow these people to go back, there will still be a bunch of people here.

Food and drink must also be provided.

When we came to Luzhu Zhang, as always, there were many people queuing up to buy Luzhu.

However, Lu Zhu Zhang's thin body lacked the vitality of the past.

There was something hanging around his neck, and he looked decadent.

When I see people coming to buy something, my first words are:

Serve the people!
Half of my hair was shaved and half left.

Yang Xiaole lined up quietly. It was not strange at all for such a hairstyle. Many teachers in the school had this hairstyle.

"In" hairstyles.

After queuing up and buying a lot of things, I went to the Hongqi Pickles Sales Department.

That is the previous Liubiju.

I bought some pickles and miso, and then went to Chunfeng Restaurant, which was formerly Tianfuhao.

I bought Sijiucheng’s famous sauce pork elbow.

Tianfu Hao's soy pork elbows have always been a must-have dish in the royal family's meals. Later, it was listed as an intangible cultural heritage, which shows that the taste is not too bad.

Then he rode back on his bike.

There are firecrackers selling on the road, but they are for special use and cannot be set off during the New Year.

Incense, incense burners, and couplets are no longer available on the market.

When I got home, there was no smell of Chinese New Year in the courtyard.

Yang Xiaole frowned.

Although it’s not the Chinese New Year, it’s not too much to cook some good food! There's not much movement at all!
Towards evening, the children came back one after another.

Xizi also came back, with nothing to do, tinkering with the broken radio he got from nowhere in the house.

The eldest sister and Xiaomai were staying in their room.

My mother, sister-in-law, and three little guys were sitting in the main room.

Yang Xiaole looked at them sitting there and felt strange for a while: "Mom, they are all made of iron, and they haven't even cooked yet?"

My mother said angrily: "What are you going to eat! Your father has to be on duty at the factory at nine o'clock in the evening, so what should he do?"

Yang Xiaole frowned when he heard this: "What's going on?"

Seeing this, my mother muttered: "I'll try my best to get them back to work, not letting the employees go back, and the night shift won't have a holiday! Your dad has to work overtime, and your elder brother has to pay attention to the safety of the factory. Now, Tianzao, don't get angry..."

Yang Xiaole understood after listening.

He asked casually: "What about other units?"

"It's almost the same!"

Wang Qiuju muttered angrily.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole shrugged and put down the things: "Then they also need to eat! They have to eat in summer!"

“There are wild vegetable buns!”

Wang Qiuju muttered angrily, looked at the things in his hands and asked, "What did you buy again?"

Yang Xiaole raised his hand to indicate: "Soy pork elbows, and braised pork ribs."

The sister-in-law said next to her: "I guess I won't be able to eat. The neighborhood committee has issued a notice. Today I will have Yiku rice, and I will have a meeting to study later... People from the neighborhood committee will go to check in the evening. Uncle Wang and others will be at the meeting in the compound." Host, I’ll go check out other courtyards when my mother is about to have dinner, and see whose home cooks the most enlightened meal.”

Yang Xiaole's mouth twitched when he heard this.

He looked at what was in his hand and said nothing.

I put down my things and went to the next door.

At this time, there is really no Chinese New Year atmosphere in the courtyard, and there are not even any good dishes for cooking. You know, meat nowadays is free of charge.

Then it dawned on me.

I guess this is because they are afraid that someone will say that they are celebrating the Chinese New Year.

Coming to the next door, the three of them were lying on the bed chatting! .

When they saw him coming, they all looked up.

The eldest sister smiled and said: "You're back! I thought you wouldn't come back today!"

“Where will I go if I don’t come back!”

Yang Xiaole smiled, pulled up a chair and sat on the edge, and said with a smile, "How about going today?"

The eldest sister sighed after hearing this: "Don't mention it. Director Sun is just putting the two of us on the fire! He won't let us do anything, just watch them rehearse."

Xiaomai was also muttering next to him: "If the eldest sister hadn't asked to show it off at the end, we probably wouldn't have had a chance. But later, there was no other way. Director Sun got a band accompaniment for the eldest sister, but he asked me to sing the song White-Haired Girl."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole smiled: "If you don't have to work, that's not a good thing!"

I knew Sun Yongkui was scared.

"What a good thing! Like an idler! Being looked at like a monkey! You don't even know the look in those people's eyes. Tsk tsk~~"

The eldest sister muttered with an exaggerated expression.

Yang Xiaole nodded.

This is not surprising.

Even if you don't do anything, even a fool will know that you came in through the back door.

Since it was too late to celebrate the new year, a few people were chatting there.

I don’t want to go out either.

When it was time to eat, few of them had any interest in going out.

I don’t know who came up with the idea of ​​eating Yiku rice during the holidays. I only catch it during the holidays, and I have to check it during the New Year.

I'm afraid that little fart people will make ideological mistakes.

"Hey, what are you doing here? If you haven't gone to eat yet, there will be a hospital-wide meeting soon."

Suddenly Wang Qiuju opened the door and asked a few people inside.

Yang Xiaole and others came out after seeing this.

Upon seeing this, the old lady told a few people: "I'm on duty. You guys eat quickly. There will be a general meeting of the hospital later."

After tidying up, I took a few aunts from the compound out.

Looking at the backs of several people, even Xiaomai shook his head.

When I got home, there was a basket of steamed buns with wild vegetables on the dining table.

Xizi looked at the things and shrugged: "Eat it!"

He took a bite of a bun, then smiled and said, "It tastes pretty good!"

There are messy wild vegetables inside.

After hearing this, the others also picked it up and ate it, and they felt pretty good.

Not as bad as I imagined.

But in other rooms, there were no happy New Year greetings or happy laughter in the past. What was left was a burst of complaints.

why.

I usually lack oil and water, but now I feel particularly unpalatable when I eat this.

But Yang Xiaole's family is different.

Even if you don't eat meat every day, the oil you usually use for cooking is several times that of other people's.

Not to mention the fact that meat is often hidden at the bottom of the bowl.

The same wild vegetable buns taste different to different people.

Just like those wild vegetables in later generations, death is more expensive than death.

It’s because the body is not short of oil and water.

Yang Xiaole also didn't expect that he wouldn't have a chance to eat the braised pork he bought, because no one knew when the people from the neighborhood committee would come.

Everyone has almost finished eating.

Only then did I hear movement outside.

Someone is coming.

The door was opened directly, and an expressionless aunt glanced around the room.

I came over to watch a few people eating and walked around the table.

Finally, he asked calmly: "Is this what you want to eat tonight?"

"Well, just eat this!"

The eldest sister responded.

Xizi said sternly there: "You must eat it! After eating the rice to remember the bitterness, everyone will understand that the good days now are hard to come by, and they will not yearn for the evil old society..."

The long speech was there.

The other party was stunned for a moment.

Finally, his face calmed down: "Well, good, I'm aware!"

Then he left.

After they left, several people were there smiling.

But there was no discussion.

Prevent anyone at the door.

While the adults eat Yiku rice, the little ones naturally have something to eat alone.

First make some milk and eat some biscuits, and in the evening, eat the braised food Yang Xiaole brought back.

After dinner. The eldest sister and the eldest sister-in-law cleaned up the mess.

Others were just sitting there bored.

I can’t say New Year greetings anymore, I have nowhere to go.

If it hadn't been for a hospital-wide meeting later, people would have run out to play.

"Bang~bang~bang~~We are holding a hospital-wide meeting..."

Uncle Zhao's voice came from the door.

Everyone went out.

Wuyangyang.

Soon the courtyard was full of people.

Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhao were there to count the people and see if they were all present.

In normal times, it would be enough to have one representative from each family.

Get them all today.

But today is the Chinese New Year after all. Although it doesn't feel like the New Year, these children didn't go out to make trouble and returned home as usual.

So the people are quite complete.

When Uncle Wang saw that everyone had arrived, he calmed his voice and said, "We're all done, let's have a meeting next..."

Sitting at an old wooden table in the courtyard, holding a book and an enamel jar in his hand.

Wearing a pair of glasses, he stretched out his hand to draw the light.

Then he said: "Everyone, turn to page 184."

After everyone heard this, they took out the notebooks they always carry with them.

The sound of turning pages of books was very neat for a while.

Seeing that it was almost done, he said: "There are many things that may become our baggage and burden as long as we are blind to them and lack consciousness.

For example: Making mistakes can make people feel that they have made mistakes anyway..."

Yang Xiaole was also there holding something and listening.

This kind of meeting is held in the compound now almost every three days, one small meeting, and one five days old.

This is basically the case in schools as well.

At this time, the same scene appeared in various courtyards.

……

In this kind of meeting, few people are laughing and joking, they are all concentrating.

Afraid of something going wrong.

A meeting didn't end until nearly nine o'clock.

Everyone was shivering with cold.

You know it's very cold at the end of the year.

It's fine during the day, only a few degrees below zero, but at night it's more than ten or twenty degrees below zero.

It's a full minus one or twenty degrees.

"Oh my god, it's freezing to death!"

Several people came back from outside shivering and hurriedly boiled water to drink.

After a while, my father and mother came back.

Naturally, I had my meal in the factory.

It was so late, and everyone had no idea of ​​chatting, and they couldn't keep vigil.

Everyone washed up and went to bed.

I also secretly got some food for my grandchildren and granddaughters.

(End of this chapter)