Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

"I couldn't eat enough. At eight months, Ayu had no flesh on her body, and her stomach was not much bigger than her head. At that time, many people had edema when they were hungry. Their bodies were thin and their heads were big.

I can only eat some chlorella and Hongping every day, and occasionally some melon and vegetable substitutes, and I have to work in the fields with a big belly.

Ayu started it in the field, and after sending it home, she couldn’t give birth for a long time, and then, later..."

Xian Yaodong broke down in tears!

"Later, Mrs. Wen came out and told me that Ayu was going to die. I rushed into the room, and Ayu said to me: 'Yaodong, I'm sorry, I didn't give you a baby.'

what can I do?

All I could do was hold her hand and say, 'It's okay, it's okay. '

Ayu said: 'Yaodong, I want to eat rice bran paste. '

At that time, rice bran was a good thing, and it could save lives at critical times.

I know who has rice bran, but I can't borrow it. There are several children in the family, two of them have edema, and rice bran is used to treat the children's nutritional deficiencies. I can't borrow it, I can't borrow it.

Ayu and my unborn child left hungry, hungry. "

Xian Yaodong opened the lid of the food box, pointed to the things inside and said: "People bring meat and wine when they go to worship. I always bring this. The days are better, so you can eat with your stomach free."

Nanyi looked at the rice bran in the food box, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

"Uncle Xian, come on, it's Chinese New Year, don't be so sad, if my aunt knows, she won't want to see you like this."

"Yeah, it's okay, it's okay, after howling, my heart is not so heavy anymore. Ruobing, grandpa didn't scare you, did he?"

"No, grandpa misses grandma, I know. Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, never forget it. Thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet again, we won't know each other..."

"Ruopin, shut up!"

"Nanyi, don't, I'm not a child, this poem is well written, Ruobing, tell grandpa, who wrote it?"

"Grandpa Yaodong, it was written by Su Dongpo."

"Dongpo pork that Su Dongpo?"

"Yes."

Adults can always suppress their sentimentality very quickly. Xian Yaodong quickly regained his reason from the grief, poured tea for Nan Yi and Nan Ruofing, and gave Nan Ruofing some dried fruit to eat.

"Just now I went to the sun-drying field, and I saw that many children were wearing clothes with patches. It just so happened that everyone has been studying for a while. When the rest year is over, let Uncle Yaoguo tell you about it, and give it to the children in the brigade first. We make new clothes.

Everyone should do it differently. When the time comes, put it on the children and let everyone see which style the children like the most, and which style the children's parents like the most. "

"You want the brigade factory to make children's clothes?"

"In the short term, as long as our clothes are suitable in style, we won't have to worry about selling them at all. Whether it's clothes for adults or children, we have to do it from the beginning. In the future, the sales will not be so good and the competition will increase. It's not too late to consider specialization.

Leaving aside today, on the seventh day of the lunar new year, the New Year's greetings should be almost done, so gather people together and hold a meeting together. "

"Okay, you are going back, don't you want to stay for dinner?"

"Pull it down, what delicious food can you have here, or you can go to my place to eat?"

"No, I have to go to Yaorong's place to pay New Year's greetings at noon, you take Ruoying and me to eat there."

"No, my family doesn't have the rules of greeting the New Year on the first day of the new year. Uncle Xian, if you weren't alone, I wouldn't come here either. We still have our own food."

After leaving Xian Yaodong's house, Nan Yi didn't go anywhere else, and took Nan Ruofing back to his home.

"Why did you come back so soon, no one left you for dinner?"

"My grandma, I didn't know that today is the first day of the first lunar month. If it wasn't for the benefits, I didn't want to go out."

"Alright, stay with me at home, I'll go back to Xiangtang after staying for two more days."

"Going back so early, are you not used to staying here?"

"That's not true. There is a western film coming out soon. Grandma, I want to watch it."

"What movie makes you miss it so much?"

"Alien."

"alien?"

"No, what is it called "Alien Killer"?"

"oh."

Nan Yi pondered, "So it's "Alien 1"."

"Grandma, you are so old, what kind of killer, alien, must be bloody, be careful of your heart."

"What is that, Yang Huimin knows how to cut?"

"I know, the one who presented the flag at the Sixing Warehouse."

"Ala and she are the same group of girl scouts. Back then, Ala almost went to the Four Lines Warehouse. At that time, Ala was helping in the hospital. She had no hands or feet, her stomach was rotten, and her intestines flowed out. Have you ever seen anything?"

"Okay, okay, you have a lot of knowledge, okay." Nan Yi whispered: "Ghost knows if it's true."

The voice was too low, and Fang Mengyin didn't hear it, so there was no subsequent quarrel.

After the third day of junior high school, Fang Mengyin left, rushing back to watch her movie.

Before she left, Nanyi asked her if she knew anyone who was proficient in antique appraisal. Fang Mengyin gave Nanyi a name, saying that this person had a bad background and was sent to the cowshed. I don’t know if he has returned to the city now. .

Having nothing to do, Nan Yi took Nan Ruofeng to cut Malan heads on the river bank. This year's temperature is high, and the Malan heads are growing fast. It's only January, and many of them have grown very big.

"Ruoping, look after it, grab the leaves of Malan head with one hand, cut off the root with scissors, don't pull it out, the root will stay in the mud, it will continue to grow, and we can cut it next year. "

"Well, Dad, is Malantou delicious?"

"It's delicious. It can be fried and eaten, or it can be made into steamed buns. Chop up the Malan head, and use the dried fragrant that Dad made himself as stuffing for steamed stuffed buns. It's delicious."

"Then let's cut a little more."

When Nan Ruofing heard that it was delicious, her enthusiasm for work soared. She squatted down, took the scissors, and handed the guillotine to the Malan head.

Nan Yi was cutting unhurriedly on the side, but the speed was not slower than Nan Ruofing.

Children don't have a long time to do things, they get excited, have a hard time, and then their attention is quickly diverted.

At this moment, Nan Ruofeng was already squatting by the river, looking at a large number of fish floating in the river with their mouths open, refusing to swim.

"Dad, how did these fish float?"

"The speed of the water is not fast enough, and there is not enough oxygen in the water." As he said, Nan Yi looked up at the sky, "It's going to rain, it looks like it will rain in an hour, come here quickly, and help Dad cut a little more, we will gone back."

"oh."

Nanyi's movements accelerated, and within half an hour, he had cut enough Malan heads for three pots of vegetables.

Before eating Malantou, you need to blanch it. Once you blanch a full basket, there will be only a few left.

I went home with a basket, and as soon as I got home, the patter of rain began to fall.

Looking at the rain, Nanyi thought, go out these two days to look around, see where you can buy citrus seedlings, no one is around, and there is no one to take care of the vegetables in the vegetable garden, so it is better to plant oranges first.

When the heart moved, Nanyi went to inquire about where there were citrus seedlings the next day. Following the advice of others, he ran to Dongguan first, but failed to find them, then went to Huizhou, and went all the way to Huiyang to buy them. Twenty or so seedlings.

It is said that it has crossed three cities, but it is not far away.

Most of the places where Nanyi ran will be included in Bao'an in the future, but by then, Bao'an will no longer be called Bao'an.

When I was writing this chapter, I was so emotional that I cried a lot and deleted part of the content.