Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 117
For some reason, Su Qingfeng always felt that Jiang Feng looked at him in a strange way.

It's like... he knows himself.

The two looked at each other. When Jiang Feng's eyes touched Su Qingfeng, he silently moved his head away and lowered his head.

He didn't know if this kid was born or not. Su Qingfeng had never seen him smile. Naturally, the corners of his mouth were pursed downwards, looking fierce and more like a wolf cub.

Lin Duanyang didn't seem to notice the undercurrent between the two, and urged them to enter the house quickly. This snowy day in the Northeast was no joke.

If you pee in the ice and snow, the urine will be frozen into ice soon.

Not to mention that Jiang Feng was only wearing clothes filled with reed batting.

Even strangers like Su Qingfeng were frightened by what they saw.

It's a miracle that this kid is still alive today.

As soon as he walked into the house, the warm temperature made Jiang Feng shiver all of a sudden.

It was as if all the coldness in the body was driven out at once.

Song Jinxiu saw Jiang Feng and saw that he looked a little embarrassed. She didn't have time to introduce the existence of Su Siwei and his son. Instead, she walked down from the kang with some distress and held Jiang Feng in her arms:
"You kid, you have a stubborn temper. You told us you didn't need to bring anything when you came to see us, but you didn't bring anything, so you didn't come. You are stupid, we elders didn't give you anything, why don't you give it to us? do what?"

Jiang Feng himself is just a child.

Jiang Feng pursed his lips, a little greedy for such an embrace.

As if this could remind him of his late mother.

Su Qingfeng thought that he and his father should have left too.

But at this time, Professor Tang suddenly coughed again.

He was wearing glasses with one leg missing, squinting at the crumpled paper in his hand, and holding a charcoal pen in his other hand.

Su Qingfeng couldn't understand what he wrote.

Not professional.

If he were to write about a hundred ways to make fish soup, he could talk about it for a whole day and a night without even scratching his head.

In fact, not to mention Su Qingfeng couldn't understand it, not even anyone else present could understand it at all.

Seeing Professor Tang coughing, Zhou Sheng frowned and said disapprovingly: "Mr. Tang, you should rest."

Professor Tang ignored it.

Zhou Sheng was helpless and changed his words, "Xiao Feng is here to see you."

Professor Tang then slowly turned his head and looked over.

He first focused on Su Qingfeng, his eyes slightly pleased, and then when he saw the small bag in Jiang Feng's hand, he instantly became sullen and a little unhappy: "Didn't I tell you not to bring anything with you next time? ?”

Jiang Feng pursed his lips, opened the bag, exposed the bran, and said stiffly, "I'm just a landlord's son of a bitch, and I don't have anything good. If you don't like the bran, then throw it away."

After saying that, Jiang Feng's eyes turned red.

If the jade pendant is gone, it will be gone.

Anyway, these days, that kind of thing isn't worth much.

Even if it becomes valuable again in the future, he can't keep this kind of thing.

He was just sad that even if the jade pendant was lost, it could not be exchanged for millet.

After hearing Jiang Feng's words, Professor Tang threw away the charcoal, and his thin face made him look even more serious.

"Nonsense! Eating it mixed with bran is the most nutritious. I used to like to eat it like this. It's just like this."

Su Qingfeng looked at this scene with a smile.

Life here is hard.

But at the same time, he felt that life here was very sweet.

spiritual.

Of course, only in Sujia Village.

Sujia Village has the captain and the village party secretary, and it is close to the ravine, so there are not so many messy things.

If it were placed somewhere else, like Qingshan Village...

Su Qingfeng shook his head silently in his heart.

Today is New Year's Eve, and Su Qingfeng and Su Siwei have no plans to stay long. They talked for a while and then left.

While talking, Su Qingfeng observed that Professor Tang seemed to have been writing and drawing on the paper.

The piece of paper was almost full, and many calculation formulas could only be roughly written on the wall.

He really couldn't see it, so he seemed to take out a fancy notebook and a pencil from the bag beside him, but in fact he took them out from the system warehouse.

These things were bought from Zhang Limin last time.

Later, Su Qingfeng felt that it was dangerous to put it in the room and could be easily discovered, so he put it in the warehouse.

Now I am working on a draft for Professor Tang.

Professor Tang looked at this childlike book with some curiosity, then gritted his teeth and tore off the cover, leaving only the inner paper.

Su Qingfeng was startled and then quickly reacted.

Professor Tang was afraid that he would find something when the time came and follow the clues in the book and implicate himself.

Su Qingfeng took the cover with a complicated mood.

With this incident, Su Qingfeng and Professor Tang also started chatting.

It's just that this conversation is Professor Tang's one-sided conversation.

Su Qingfeng only heard a general idea that Professor Tang's research direction was CNC machine tools.

According to Su Qingfeng's memory, during this period, the superiors paid more attention to the development of the machine tool industry.

However, it was not until the mid-to-late 70s that the development and production of CNC machine tools was fully launched.

Professor Tang started developing this kind of thing so early...

Su Qingfeng listened to him chatting there for a long time, and the rest was too profound for him to understand.

Because...he is just a liberal arts student who can cook! !

So before leaving, Su Qingfeng inevitably felt relieved.

Professor Tang, on the other hand, found it rare to have someone listen carefully to him after speaking for so long. He himself still had some unfinished thoughts.

Su Qingfeng was furious at what he saw. He was afraid that he would be called and was too embarrassed to refuse, so he pulled Su Siwei and ran away.

When he walked away, Professor Tang chuckled and said, "This kid..."

Jiang Feng sat on the kang, touching the warm quilt and looking at the backs of the Su family and his son. The changes here... seemed to be brought about by them.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard Song Jinxiu calling him.

"Xiao Feng, please give me your coat. I took apart the old bedding. There is still a little cotton in it. I can just re-stuff your coat. Otherwise, it will be all reeds. How will you survive the winter?" "

Jiang Feng's heart suddenly jumped.

Sour and soft.

……

Su Qingfeng and his father have been out for a while.

After returning home, I saw my mother starting to toss again.

The little old lady has a restless character and started making dumplings early.

Taking advantage of the "pork belly" he brought and the favor he gained, Li Jing cheerfully asked for dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage, sauerkraut and pork, and dumplings stuffed with leek and egg.By the way, Su Qingfeng must make the filling for dumplings stuffed with chives and eggs. This guy is very good at making leek and eggs.

When Su Qingfeng heard this, he secretly gritted his teeth.

For the sake of meat, endure it!

He decided.

After the dumplings stuffed with chives and eggs were steamed, Li Jing left none of them to let him see what the farthest distance in the world was.

You can see it, but you can’t eat it.

Thinking of this, Su Qingfeng pushed away Li Jing, who was still pressing hard, and with half threat and half temptation, asked him to go to the kitchen to chop the meat.

This is the most strenuous job.

It's best to leave it to him.

Unknowingly, the smoke from every house was rising.

Su Qingfeng was holding dumplings in her hands while looking at the new couplets on the door.

May your family welcome the New Year with joy, may you have peace and good luck inside and outside.

Horizontal comment: Peace in all seasons.

It's quite in line with Su Qingfeng's ideas.

When you live your whole life, don't always think about making a lot of money. After all, you can never make enough money.

Peace is the real blessing.

With such a good wish, he put a one-cent coin into the dumpling filling in his hand.

Li Jing saw Su Qingfeng staring blankly at the dumplings in his hands. He rarely put down his hands that were sore and swollen from chopping the fillings, and said quietly: "Do you want to do some tricks so that you can eat more blessings at night?" dumpling."

Of course Su Qingfeng knew this tradition.

Just put coins in the dumplings. Whoever eats the dumplings with coins will be lucky in the coming year.

Su Qingfeng sneered, "Do you think I look like you?"

After saying that, he silently made a small mark on the dumpling, and then placed it on the chopping board calmly.

How can what this cook does be called tampering?

Really can't speak.

At this time, dumplings have already begun to be steamed in the kitchen.

This year was considered a good year, with a bumper harvest and happy events at home. The old lady was happy and made white flour dumplings for a rare occasion. The family sat on the kang, drooling over a large plate of dumplings.

There is also a bottle of vinegar beside it. Anyone who can't eat enough can continue to add more. In order to cater to Li Jing's taste, garlic and green onions are all available.

What is there to say?

Dip dumplings in vinegar, the more you eat, the better!
Su Qingfeng gave the old lady, the old man, and his parents a dumpling each. The white flour dumplings were full of stuffing and looked chubby, making them look a bit naive.

Because Su Qingfeng was filial to his elders, the four of them took a bite without thinking too much.

This bite almost didn't break the tooth.

They looked at the coins in the dumpling stuffing, looked at Su Qingfeng, and saw that he was smiling. Now, there was something they didn't know.

Even Li Jing couldn't help but be startled.

He thought... this guy would keep the dumplings for himself.

The small episode seemed to pass by in a flash, but the atmosphere on the kang became better and better.

There were not too many dumplings, enough for everyone to eat until they were seven-quarters full. Then the old man fumbled on the kang for a while, and finally took out a wooden box with some paint peeling off.

Looking at the wooden box, everyone vaguely knew what to do next.

Even Feng Xia and Ji Qiu stopped joking and put their hands on their legs obediently without saying a word.

I saw the old man opening the wooden box and revealing a stack of money notes inside.

"We have been in charge of the family for so many years. Although there will be troubles in the family, we have finally managed to get over it."

"Your mother and I must have lived together with the army. The house at home is also divided into rooms. At most, a wall will be built in the middle. When the time comes, each family will live its own life, and your mother and I will not interfere."

"As for the family's savings, let me tell you clearly. It's 360, eighty-yuan and forty-five cents in total. Your mother and I will use 100 yuan as pension funds, and the remaining money will be shared equally between the three houses. Is that okay?"

The old man and the old lady took away almost one-third of the money, and then broke up with the big house. If this was normal, Feng Sufen would make a fuss, feeling that the division of the family was unfair.

The discerning person knows.

Dafang's Su Dajun is an honest and honest man, and his son Su Yuehua is also an honest man. The two honest people have nothing to do except farming. In addition, Dafang will have a baby soon, and the old couple will appoint them when the time comes.

Even the goat milk at home has to be provided to Xiang Hongying.

But everyone still accepted it.

If not for anything else, just because Dafang is the eldest son and will have to bear the bulk of the elderly's pension in the future. For this reason, even if he is given an extra 100 yuan, what will happen?
Not to mention that Su Qingfeng now holds a job in his hand and can earn back 100 yuan in three months at most.

Thinking about it this way, this incident was resolved peacefully.

Next, there remains the issue of pension funds.

When talking about this, the old man pondered for a moment, "You and I haven't reached the age where we need to support ourselves in old age. We just separated this year. I'm afraid that eating, drinking, chewing, pots and pans will cost a lot of money at the end of the year." When we are here, let’s buy 150 kilograms of coarse grains per room. As for the money... we’ll talk about it later.”

The old man was afraid that if he asked too much, his children and grandchildren would feel uncomfortable and unhappy.

At that time, a good year will be ruined.

Besides, when he said this, he had previously discussed with the old lady that while they could still work in the fields in the past few years, they would not be a drag on their children and grandchildren.

As parents, you really need to feel sorry for your children. Who wouldn’t want to put less burden on them?

Seeing the old man's cautious look, Su Siwei, who had always been a heartless person, felt a little uncomfortable.

He coughed, and the old smile appeared on his face again, "Dad, why are the eyes of this guy still red during the Chinese New Year? He has become a gang of old men, and he still behaves like a young man? We have separated our families, no? We are from the same village, and we only need to walk a few steps to meet each other. As for this, does it seem like we will never see each other again in our lifetime?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's brewing sadness was suddenly shattered.

This son of a bitch is always so heartless.

But not to mention, after being interrupted by him like this, I didn't seem to feel so depressed anymore.

Su Qingfeng was sitting on the kang, and suddenly thought of something, slapped her head, without saying anything, got up and got off the kang, and ran to her room.

This posture startled Li Jing beside him.

He touched the place where Su Qingfeng was sitting, feeling a little confused.

This place doesn't burn your butt either.

When he saw Su Qingfeng coming back again, he was carrying a large sack.

Everyone looked at him curiously.

Su Qingfeng was also unambiguous and opened the bag directly without any pretense.

Feng Xia and Ji Qiu were still in school, and they were given a notebook and a pen.

The third sister Yingchun said she might not go to the theater, so Su Qingfeng gave her a box of cream.

Su Qingfeng also gave two hair ties to the remaining women.

Even though Su Qingfeng didn't care about the hair tie, they were extremely happy.

This hair tie is so beautiful. No one in the village has ever had such a hair tie. Maybe it is a fashionable style from the provincial capital or even Shanghai.

When tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, bring it to meet guests. It will be called a foreign style!
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