Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 8, grab water!
"Where did you go? It's time for dinner."

As soon as he arrived at the door, his mother, Wang Qiuju, came out of the kitchen with an enamel washbasin. When she saw him, she complained.

"Oh, I didn't go anywhere, it was in the yard!"

After Yang Xiaole finished speaking, looking at the dishes in the enamel washbasin, her saliva almost flowed down.

A pot of catfish with sauerkraut, Chinese cabbage and vermicelli.

Topped with dried chiles and green garlic for the final touch.

I could smell the fish from afar.

At this time, it was estimated that it was hot, so Wang Qiuju hurriedly carried the dish into the main room and put it on the table of the Eight Immortals.

In the middle of the Eight Immortals table, there is a kerosene lamp, emitting a dim light.

Father Yang Guangzhi came back at some point, smoking a pipe and sitting in the upper seat.

There is a brine bottle next to it, and there is still a third of the sweet potatoes in it.

He usually doesn't want to drink it.

Today a fish was brought out, and there was a small wine cup in front of it.

Looking at the fish in the vegetable bowl, his father Yang Guangzhi was also very happy for a while, and his depressed mood today was also swept away.

Then he smiled and asked: "Third brother, you are not in good health, how did you catch it!"

"Oh, it's too hot, I ran to take a bath in the river, and I happened to touch it."

Yang Xiaole babbled casually.

No one can tell about space.

It is not a question of belief or disbelief.

At this time, the children in the family were all looking at their mother Wang Qiuju eagerly, waiting to share the fish!
Seeing the eyes of the children, Wang Qiuju felt sore.

Tears fell down unconsciously.

Wiping his eyes secretly, he said with a smile, "Come on, I'll share the fish with you. Don't eat too fast, or you might get stuck."

Still the old rules.

Father Yang Guangzhi is naturally the fattest piece of meat.

Still follow the principle of dividing dishes at noon.

Those who don't work will eat poorer food, which is unavoidable.

Xiao Xizi looked at her fish tail, pursed her mouth, and tears flowed down her face.

Seeing this, Wang Qiuju felt distressed for a while.

He took a look at the fish head in his bowl.

I poked it in half with chopsticks, gave some to Xizi, and gave one to Xiaoli, who was also aggrieved.

"Okay, don't cry."

As for Xiaomei, she just took a look and didn't say anything.

She has grown up.

Seeing this, Xizi and Xiaoli smiled.

Wang Qiuju got some sauerkraut and cabbage with a chopstick and started to eat.

Seeing this, Yang Guangzhi, the father next to him, took a third of his fish and gave it to his wife.

Then he said: "I went to Qingwu's house just now, and he told me something."

Wang Qiuju glanced at the fish in the bowl, but she was not polite. She glanced at him and asked vaguely, "What did he say?"

"Oh, he asked me and told me to go to the militia! He said that the militia on Zhuangzi would be expanded."

Hearing this, Wang Qiuju looked puzzled: "Why do you go to the militia? It's a thankless job, and you have to go out to patrol at night. If you make a mistake, how will you let this family live?"

Father Yang Guangzhi smiled when he heard this: "What's the matter! There is no danger, and it can still be counted as work points!"

When Yang Xiaole heard this, his mind wandered.

The militia at this time is different from the militia in the commune period.

There are only three militiamen in the village.

I usually work normally, and every year when the summer harvest or autumn harvest comes, I have to patrol at night to prevent wild boars and hedgehogs from harming the crops.

There is only a little food subsidy.

The militias in the commune period were better.

It is managed by the county's Armed Forces Department, and it can be part-time at ordinary times. Occasionally, the county is required to participate in conferences and training, so that it can have a full meal.

Although it is not as good as the eight members of the commune, it is not as good as the scorekeepers, custodians, and accountants of the production team.

But not too bad.

After all, these good jobs have been done by someone, and it is impossible for their family to be assigned this good job.

Of course, the best militia is ten years later, and that is really awesome!

It seems that Yang Qingwu knows some news.

Ready to find a way for his father.

But he didn't intervene. It's really dangerous to do this, although the possibility of something happening is very low.

When Wang Qiuju heard her man's words, she thought for a while, but neither agreed nor refused: "Let's wait and see!"

Father Yang Guangzhi didn't say anything after hearing the words.

"Mom! My head is itchy!"

Xiaoli scratched her head while eating.

"Snapped!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiuju slapped the big mosquito on her leg to death, and said to her little daughter, "Okay, let's eat! Don't catch it! I'll get you some 66 powder later, and you all go wash your hair for me!"

"Oh!"

Xiaoli scratched her head, then stretched out her hand to scratch the place on her leg where the mosquito had bitten.

Yang Xiaole wants to say that 66 powder is poisonous!
But this has become a habit in the countryside, and it is useless to say it, even he has used it.

Just a bit spicy scalp.

There's no way, the lice started to itch, itching so badly, I couldn't finish it.

After a meal, everyone fetched water and took a bath.

The men wash in the yard, and the women wash in the house.

After finishing, several people sat on the kang and gathered up the patched mosquito net.

The mother, Wang Qiuju, combed the children's hair with a comb one by one, and from time to time popped the live lice with her fingernails.

Looking at the dishonest fourth son, he asked him, "What are you doing? Twisting around?"

Seeing this, Xizi looked at her elder brother, "I want to catch a cicada monkey and eat it tomorrow."

"What are you going to do? What if you get bitten by a snake this late at night?"

Yang Xiaole also wanted to go after hearing the words.

Now is the peak season for cicadas to climb trees.

When you come back, pickle it with salt and roast it on the fire. It tastes really delicious.

The main reason is that there is too little meat, and he is hungry, not to mention Xizi, who is two years younger.

However, his mother Wang Qiuju did not allow it.

Not only this, setting fires, climbing trees, and going down rivers are also three things that Wang Qiuju has always ordered and repeatedly prohibited.

This is also the reason why the five children in Yang Xiaole's family can grow up safely and have not suffered any serious injuries.

Of course, sneaking or doing it.

"Okay, Xiao Gang, take my brother over there to catch the mosquitoes, and go to sleep."

After Wang Qiuju combed the children's hair, she asked them to go back to sleep.

The three Yang Xiaogang brothers returned to the next room.

Start division of labor to catch mosquitoes.

Yang Xiaogang carefully held the kerosene lamp and protected it with his hand to prevent the mosquito net from being burned, so he began to direct his two younger brothers to catch mosquitoes.

After tossing for a long time, the sweat came out, and it was finally finished.

I blew out the kerosene lamp and went to sleep.

Yang Xiaole was lying on the bed, unable to sleep.

One is because the mosquito must have come in through another hole, and he couldn't sleep because of the bite.

Another reason is naturally that he has been thinking about things in the space.

"Crack! Rustle!"

When beating mosquitoes, the tickling sound will not stop for a while.

But a few people are used to it.

Mosquitoes stop biting when they are full.

"Duang...Duang...get up, get up, Wanggezhuang has blocked the canal, preventing the water from coming in. Go over quickly."

There was a sound of knocking on the iron sheet, accompanied by the sound of shouting.

(End of this chapter)