life struggle

Early the next morning, Wu Xiaojun and Qin Meixiang got up lazily, went to the opposite square to eat a bowl of chaos, bought some fruit, and parted reluctantly. 【 】Suddenly, Qin Meixiang shouted from behind, "Xiaojun, don't leave, forget something."

Wu Xiaojun stopped in his tracks and hurriedly turned around, "What's the matter?"

Qin Meixiang said, "It's not convenient to go to your house if you have something to do, so how about it, if you need me for anything, just call home, and you can write down the phone number in your notebook so as not to forget it."

Wu Xiaojun took out his notebook and opened the last page and handed it to Qin Meixiang, "You should write it, but what if you are not at home or your parents answer the call and they hear my voice?"

Qin Meixiang smiled secretly, "I'm usually at home before nine o'clock in the morning and after six o'clock in the evening. It's best to call at this time. If my parents answer the phone, don't talk, just hang up. Three times in a row, I'll know You just wait for me at the south gate of the department store, if you don't see me for more than half an hour, don't wait, remember!"

Wu Xiaojun joked, "Your orders are more effective than the imperial decree, and I will never remember them wrong. Why do I feel like an underground worker, a sneaky joint, when will I be liberated, Guangming is swaggering in and out of your small courtyard, Also be a real person in a dignified way.”

Qin Meixiang smiled and said, "The road is long and the water is long. The revolution has not yet succeeded. Comrades still need to work hard. When it's time to be a ghost, you still have to do it. Let's look forward."

It was past nine o'clock when Wu Xiaojun returned home from the county seat.As soon as the mother met, she asked eagerly, "Chen Yijian, Ji Fanxing and the others came back a long time ago. They said that you went to some Ning county. I don't know if it's true or not. Your father and I are almost worried to death."

Wu Xiaojun said, "I went to Xinning County to conduct a survey of students rescued by the Hope Project, and I rushed back just after the end. Where is my father?"

"There's nothing going on in the field right now. After dinner, he goes to Zhugou's house in the east to play mahjong. It's like this every day."

"How is my father's health now, is there any stomach trouble?"

"Yichun is not bad, and it has recovered now. Otherwise, how can the wheat in the field be recovered."

"Did you and my dad harvest the wheat? Is there anyone to help?"

"Who is willing to help? Your father spent a few pennies on the doctor's visits. He often made irresponsible remarks, and everyone was very uncomfortable. He watched the two old lives toss around day and night, and no one came out. Let's help each other, chatting, taunting, joking and watching the excitement under the shade of the big tree. The most hateful thing is that your father had just planted a field of wheat that day, and before we could get together, there was a sudden heavy rain, and your father and I spent a lot of time It took a lot of effort to clean it up. Qiao Na passed by without even looking at it, as if nothing happened, watching Huang Tengteng's wheat being washed away by the heavy rain for two to three hundred catties, and it hurts to think about it."

Listening to his mother's story, Wu Xiaojun felt very heavy. At this moment, a little yellow calf jumped up from the door and asked, "Mother, whose calf is this?"

"Our family was born in early February. It grows very fast. It's so big. You haven't seen it before."

Wu Xiaojun felt that the family was no longer lifeless, but a little bit more alive and energetic, which was a great change and improvement compared to the Spring Festival.There was nothing to do at home, Wu Xiaojun didn't go anywhere, and took advantage of this free time to sleep well for a few days to relieve the fatigue of traveling for many days.

This morning, Wu Xiaojun came to his second sister's house and accidentally found several novels that he had lost for nearly two years on the table in the main room. He was very surprised, how could they appear here.I picked up "Yuetang Romance" and "Wagang Heroes" and flipped through it. Except for some parts that were seriously damaged, my name on the stamp engraved with plastic was still clear.

Wu Xiaojun asked his second sister Xiaomei in puzzlement, "Sister, you know how this book got here. In the spring of last year, my whole leather bag of books was stolen at night in Xitou House."

Wu Xiaomei said angrily, "Your brother brought these books back from Hangzhou before the wheat harvest. My uncle and elder brother still have four or five books at home. When I saw them, I asked your brother what was going on. Your brother said it was the third son of Zhangzhuang. He didn’t know about the others. You were not at home, and I didn’t say anything about it to the public, so I kept it and I’ll talk about it when you come back.” Hearing what the second sister said, the events of two years ago immediately came to mind.

When Wu Xiaojun started junior high school in the county, his first contact with storytelling and novels was at 12:30 noon every day, squatting under the electric poles on both sides of the county street with a few students who didn’t go home to listen to the small radio, the first novel he listened to The novel is "The Legend of Nurhachi", followed by Zhang Quanheng's long-form stand-up comic "Official Fighting", which was very interesting and attractive, and gradually became fascinated, out of control, until I insisted on listening to it.

During the summer vacation, the third elder brother Wu Xiaosen brought back a Yellow River brand radio from Pingxi. Wu Xiaojun, as if he had found a treasure, listened to "The King of Yan Sweeping the North" by Shan Tianfang and "The Legend of Yue Fei" by Liu Lanfang every night with his father Wu Pingshun. Wait, Xiaojun is so mad that he wants to smash the radio.Later, Wu Xiaojun felt that listening to it for half an hour was too slow, so he went to the Xinhua Bookstore to look for books. When he saw the thick copy of "Bao Gongan", he felt itchy and wanted to buy it back, but he had no money, so he went to the Xinhua Bookstore to find a book. Saving and running from the pocket money given by parents, finally got his wish, bought the first extra-curricular book, and read it without sleep for three days and three nights excitedly. Then Wu Pingshun turned on the light to read it, and the father and son found endless fun from it.

Since then, Wu Xiaojun not only bought novels and storytelling in bookstores to relieve his father’s loneliness in his spare time, but also endorsed books alone in his spare time. I have memorized all Romance, and the chapters that can be memorized before and after, such as "Shiqian's Havoc at the Daming Mansion", "Peng Gong Case" and "Five Dynasties and Ten Popular Romances", have 200 million words, which has reached the level of fanaticism.

When I was in high school, due to the high pressure of study and the lack of time, my obsession with storytelling gradually subsided, and I only bought collections and had no time to read. I accumulated more than 40 volumes.Worried about being borrowed, lost, broken or not returned by the villagers, they used cloth to cover each book, then put it in a big black leather bag, zipped it up and hung it on the wall of the grain storage room .

On a Saturday afternoon in the first three months of last year, Wu Xiaojun came home from the county high school and accidentally found that the leather bag was missing. His mother said that no one took it. They searched the house for a while, but found a grass box on the grain storage. Chicken, duck and goose eggs are also missing.Wu Pingshun didn't know what was going on when he came back, so he thought for a while and said, "Someone must have stolen it. The morning before yesterday, I was going to put the 200 yuan from selling cattle in the leather bag that contained the books, but I felt that there was no money left in my heart." It’s not practical or safe, I just opened it and looked at it, and then hung it on the wall.”

Mrs. Xiaojun interjected, "Yesterday morning I scrambled eggs to eat. It should have been stolen last night. I don't think it's someone from far away. Maybe the person who stole the things knew that you were playing mahjong at other people's house all night, so they only came here when you were not at home." Steal."

Wu Pingshun said, "That's right, someone must have been thinking about the money we got from selling the cattle, and thought the money was in the bag, so they took the bag away."

Wu Xiaojun said, "Maybe this is the case. Don't tell the public about this matter. Let's just know it for ourselves. Most people don't throw away or destroy books like novels. They all have my name on them. They will come out sooner or later. When the time comes If you follow the clues, you will know who did it."

Except for my own people who knew about this incident, no one outside, including neighbors, knew that this incident had happened.Unexpectedly, it really came true. In less than two years, it surfaced and finally found out who stole it.Thinking of this, Wu Xiaojun said, "I didn't make any noise at the time. I didn't expect to come out from Sanwa's place. It's all Qianqi Village. Don't you know Sanwa's family? Let's go to Zhangzhuang to find Sanwa later."