Chu Tian curled his lips and said, "Since you don't want to go to the Revolutionary Committee for tea, then don't keep preaching superstitions and don't abuse your granddaughter. Otherwise, I will definitely sue you!"

In fact, Chu Tian didn’t know much about the cultural movements of the 1960s and 1970s. The only impression left in his mind was that of his original self.

But even if she didn't know much about it, she had read a lot of novels about the 1960s and 1970s, which more or less described some crazy things that happened during this period...

Looking at Liu Zhaodi who was trembling all over and pointing at him and yelling "you, me" non-stop, Chu Tian smiled carelessly, "By the way, mother, don't forget to cook eggs for your son today. Also, your son hasn't eaten for the past few days, which has saved the family a lot of food. Don't forget to cook more rice for me today!"

Liu Zhaodi gnashed her teeth and said, "Okay, Mom will cook it for you!"

Chu Tian smiled and said, "Mother loves her son very much. Then I will go back and wait for her to prepare dinner..."

Liu Zhaodi, “······”

Ma Cuihua, who was inside the house, stopped lying there after hearing this. She walked out of the house and looked at Liu Zhaodi, saying in disbelief, "Mom, are you really going to boil eggs for the fourth child? And cook more rice for him?"

Liu Zhaodi slapped him with a loud slap. "What are you talking about now? Why didn't I see you come out just now?"

"Hurry up and cook for me! Otherwise, don't eat!"

Ma Cuihua covered her face in disbelief, looking at Liu Zhaodi who walked back to the main hall, a hint of viciousness flashed in her eyes.

Daya, who was standing by, crossed her arms and was too timid to say a word.

Yao Xiujuan looked at Chu Tian who walked in and asked, "Brother Tian, ​​what's going on outside?"

Just now, Daya's crying voice was suddenly heard outside. She was anxious to go out to check, but Chu Tian held her back and went out himself.

"fine."

Chu Tian walked to the kang and sat down. Even though he was used to the gloom in the cave, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he came in from outside...

"By the way, I plan to go to the regiment tomorrow."

Chu Tian originally wanted to go to the city, but the production brigade they belonged to was more than ten kilometers away from the farm, but twenty to thirty kilometers away from the city. Not only was he penniless, but mainly because in this era, he would not rashly go to the city without fully understanding the situation.

Moreover, there is another main reason, that is, in the 1960s and 1970s, except for the various production and construction corps, all the people in Xinjiang came from various rural areas in Kouli (meaning the inland) to open up the land, or the families of some people's soldiers came to assist in the construction of Xinjiang.

In short, although they all come from different regions, they are all Han people...

The urban area is now mostly populated by ethnic minorities. It’s not that ethnic minorities are bad, but they don’t speak the same language or have the same customs. Chu Tian is afraid that rash contact will cause unnecessary trouble.

Yao Xiujuan was stunned. "Go to the regiment? You are still injured..."

"My injury is healed now. I have something to do at the regiment..."

Chu Tian touched the injured area. He didn't know if it was because of the anti-inflammatory medicine he had taken or because the powder Yao Xiujuan applied to him was so effective, but now it seemed that as long as he didn't touch it, it didn't hurt much and the bleeding stopped.

Yao Xiujuan opened her mouth to ask Chu Tian what was wrong, but when she thought of the changes in him after he woke up from his injury, she closed her mouth.

Inside the production team's courtyard, Chu Jun rubbed his hands nervously, "Sun, Sun Da, Captain Sun, I, I'm going back..."

Captain Sun nodded and tapped his pipe. "Well, let's go back. Tomorrow the team will deliver the hemp ropes that the team members have woven in recent days to the purchasing station, so you don't have to come tomorrow. Come back the day after tomorrow."

The second production brigade of the seventh company to which they belonged would plant a lot of hemp every year in the fields or in out-of-the-way places. When they had nothing to do in winter, the members would voluntarily come to the brigade every day to make hemp ropes. When a certain amount accumulated, he would take the accountant and other team members of the brigade to the regiment purchasing station to sell them. The money from the sales would be divided according to the amount registered by each person after all the hemp ropes were made.

In short, the more you work, the more you get; if you don’t work, you get nothing.