Back to the Good Life of the 80s

Chapter 59

"Girl is great!"

As soon as Wang Ting walked over, Qian Xiaofeng took her hand and gave her a thumbs up.

Wang Ting was shy, then turned her head silently and twitched, and Ah Dae coaxed her like a three-year-old child.

The girls and daughters-in-law who were washing clothes under the bridge also breathed a sigh of relief. Watching Aunt Shan's daughter cross the bridge was more nervous than their marriage.

Everyone in the village knew that Liangshan Qian Xiaofeng doted on Wang Ting as if she was her eyeball. In the past, the little daughter-in-law in the village didn't believe it. Today, when she saw Wang Ting crossing a bridge, Qian Xiaofeng praised her vigorously. Many people agreed with her words. .

Lihua glanced at the grandparents and grandchildren that day, and felt very uncomfortable. Her few dolls had never been coaxed by their mother-in-law before.

"Miss Qianjin is Miss Qianjin, crossing a bridge is different than others." Qian Xiaofeng stopped staring at her, and the chrysanthemums started to dance again, watching Lihua prick her a few words made her feel uncomfortable.

"Let's go!"

Qian Xiaofeng led Wang Ting away.

Muliangou is surrounded by mountains on all sides, a deep ditch runs down from the mountains, and a single-plank bridge is built on the ditch.At the foot of the mountain, there is a bit of dry land that was opened up in the past, winding down the foot of the mountain.

The dry fields are right next to the deep ditch. The deep ditch is two to three meters deep, and it is impractical to pump water to irrigate the fields. The villagers set up water trucks to pump water to irrigate the dry fields at the upper reaches of the deep ditch.

Wang Ting propped her cheeks and sat on the rocks by the mountain, watching A'Day messing around, she couldn't get her hands on those things, and A'Day wouldn't let her mess up.

Qian Xiaofeng took out the prepared things from her bosom, three short sticks of incense, lit it and asked Wang Ting where she fell, Wang Ting pointed to the willow tree, Qian Xiaofeng went to stick a stick of incense, and then went upstream to the ditch Go, beckon her over.

"Come here, girl."

Wang Ting stood up, patted her buttocks, walked over, and followed Ada upstream. After walking for three or four minutes, another stick of incense was planted, and the last stick of incense was inserted near the waterwheel.

Wang Ting aimlessly glanced east and west, only to see thumb-sized red fruits on the vines on the wall of the ditch, like wild strawberries, and turned her head to Qian Xiaofeng, "Ah, come and have a look, this is Not strawberries?"

Qian Xiaofeng was about to shout his soul, when he heard what she said, he came to see, it was really a wild strawberry.The gutters on both sides are covered with wild strawberry vines, and a large piece of red strawberries has formed on the vines.

"It's wild strawberries. The fields here are too dry to grow rice. We can only grow corn. It's not in season yet, and the village hasn't come to plow the land yet."

Otherwise, there are so many wild strawberries waiting for them to pick them.

Wang Ting glanced at the side of the ditch, picked up the rattan with many roots and pulled it up, stepped on the rattan with her feet, picked with both hands, picked a handful, and saw that the strawberries were very clean, they were not washed and thrown into her mouth. eat.

Pure natural, non-polluting, unlike later generations, who dare not eat anything.

"It's so sweet, ah, try it." Wang Ting took the big one, and handed it to Qian Xiaofeng's mouth, and Qian Xiaofeng opened his mouth to eat.

"It's sweet, don't step on the vine, it will bear fruit next year."

The ditch at the side of the waterwheel was shallow, and the water had just covered his ankles. Qian Xiaofeng took off his shoes and was about to go down to the ditch to pick.

"Ah, the water is cold in the morning, so don't go into the water. I'll pull up all the vines to pick them, and put them down after I've picked them, so they won't break the vines." Wang Ting stopped Qian Xiaofeng from going into the water, the temperature in the mountains was low, It was morning again, and the water was even colder. Qian Xiaofeng was getting old, what if he caught a cold?
In the 80s, medicines were still quite scarce. When you got sick, you had to take traditional Chinese medicine.

It's not cost-effective to get sick just to eat some strawberries.

The grandparents and grandchildren finished picking the wild strawberries by the ditch, and picked most of the blueberries. Wang Ting ate a lot while picking them.

Wang Ting recovered from her illness, so Qian Xiaofeng let her go, calling for her soul was just a process.

"It's not washed, don't eat too much. If you eat too much, you won't eat at noon." Qian Xiaofeng saw that her daughter was still eating, so she didn't need to take the blue rice, so she brought it over and took it by herself.

When he reached the place where the incense was placed, his expression became more serious, and he shouted at the top of his voice, "Ninny, come home with Ah Bae!"

"Hey." After Qian Xiaofeng shouted, Wang Ting immediately responded.

The grandparent and grandson shouted and answered, and shouted all the way home.

When he got home, Qian Xiaofeng washed a dish for Wang Ting and asked her to eat in the house.During this period, there were no refrigerators in the countryside. Fruits like wild strawberries were not resistant to storage and were easily spoiled. Generally, they were eaten as soon as they were picked.

Qian Xiaofeng took half of the wild strawberries out of the basket, put them into another small basket, covered it with a piece of cloth, just enough to cover the wild strawberries in the basket, and shouted into the room.

"Ninny, I'm going to visit your uncle's house, you should be good at home."

"Understood, Ah Dia." Wang Ting knew that Ah Dia was going to his uncle's house to deliver wild strawberries, and two people could not finish the basket. It should too.

Wang Ting was lying on the window, with a bowl of strawberries on the window sill, eating strawberries while looking at the intersection. The road leads to the outside of the mountain, to the village, to the town, and to the city where her parents live.

To be honest, she misses her parents now, and now her parents are in good health, and her younger brothers and sisters are still there, enjoying themselves at the knees of her parents.

It's been so long since the letter was sent out, I don't know if Mom and Dad have received her letter?
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In the city, at the gate of a construction site
The migrant worker at the gate saw the postman coming by on a bicycle, and immediately stood up, smiling and walking forward.

"Comrade, do you have our letter?" The postman is in charge of this area. Every month, there is a letter from Wang Yuan at this construction site. After a long time, the postman has known him.

"Yes, Wang Yuan has a letter. Tell him to come here. I'll wait for him here." The postman rolled his eyelids, with contempt in his eyes.It's a pity that the migrant workers couldn't see clearly.

"Oh, I'm going to call the foreman." The migrant worker ran to the construction site, asked other people if they saw the foreman, and then simply shouted with a loudspeaker, "Foreman Wang, there is a letter from your home."

Wang Yuan, who was watching the airs upstairs, heard the people below shouting "letter from home" and asked others to do as he said, and immediately went downstairs to the gate, and saw the postman, an old acquaintance, handing over a pack of cigarettes with a smile past.

"Brother, please send it here specially."

"By the way," the postman took his cigarette in his pocket unceremoniously, and took out Wang Yuan's letter from his pocket to give him, "Brother, you are so kind to your father-in-law, mother-in-law, and natal family. Your own son is not as good as you."

Wang Yuan smiled, didn't answer, took the envelope and was taken aback for a moment, the envelope was full, a bulging bag, for some reason, he felt that this letter was different.

"By the way, brother, there is another package." The postman smoked a cigarette, then remembered that there was another package that came with the letter, and took out a large green cloth package from the mail bag hanging on the back of the bicycle. passed him.

　Thank you jly69 for the reward, okay?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)