Chapter 424 Parental Love (I)
In the summer of 1953, in an alley.
Early in the morning, the Xie family in the east of the backyard became noisy again.
"Xie Zhiqiang! How come you only got such a low score?
Even if your dad closed his eyes and chose randomly, he would score higher than you!
Look at you, wearing size 42 shoes, you can't even get 42 points in Chinese!"
Xie Dawei was holding the final exam paper in his hand. When he saw the pitifully low score on Haodaer's paper, his blood pressure soared.
Xie Zhiqiang, who was standing with his head down, reminded him quietly: "Dad, I clearly wear size 43 shoes."
Xie Dawei became even angrier when he heard this. He took off one of his slippers and pretended to spank the man.
"You little bastard, you're still talking back at me. I'm not going to..."
The third uncle came in carrying a fish and quickly stood in front of Xie Zhiqiang.
"Dawei, what's going on? If you have something to say, just talk it out. Why do you keep scolding the child?"
He had just come back from fishing. As soon as he entered the house and hadn't even put down his fishing rod, he heard his wife asking him to go to the backyard to smooth things over.
"How could I always scold him? Don't look at it anymore. I'm afraid your blood pressure will rise again."
Xie Dawei puffed his beard and glared, with one hand on his waist.
Raising kids sucks.
The third uncle didn't take it seriously and advised: "Dawei, our Zhiqiang's grades are not very good, but he is a good boy."
Xie Zhiqiang hid behind the third uncle and was not afraid of his father at all.
The fearless one kept joking: "Dad, this is what we call like father, like son.
My mom told me before that your grades were like this back then.
My grades are so bad because I follow you, Dad."
Xie Dawei was amused by what he heard, and his anger subsided a little.
"You little bastard, I was lucky enough to recognize a few words back then.
If you say so, then I should thank you for being so much like me, right? "
"Dad, we're just friends, no need to thank me, I won't talk to you anymore.
Uncle, come on, I'll help you kill the fish."
Xie Zhiqiang dodged and pulled him out the door.
"Hey, hey, hey, slow down, your grip is getting stronger again, this fish is for your family."
"Thank you, Uncle Three. My dad will make some braised pork tomorrow, and I'll send a bowl to Aunt Three as well.
By the way, Dad, how do you want to eat this fish for lunch? If you don’t tell me, I’ll just steam it.”
Xie Dawei's voice was soon heard from inside the house, full of energy.
"I want braised fish! Steamed fish tastes bland. Remember to clean the fish."
Xie Zhiqiang shook his head: "Listen, Third Uncle, my dad always orders me around."
The third uncle was cheerful and didn't say anything, but the father and son of the Xie family got along like brothers.
"Your father is right. If you can get into a technical secondary school, you'll be assigned to a cadre position, which is much more leisurely than working in a factory."
He knew his own limitations: "Uncle, I definitely won't be able to pass the exam with my grades.
I think our Red Star Steel Mill is pretty good. It's such an honor to be a worker there."
He will graduate from junior high school this year, so he will definitely not be able to get into technical secondary school.
It just so happened that his father didn't want to go to work every day, so it was just right for him to take over the factory.
Wu Shengli walked into the Chuihua Gate carrying a piece of meat and also listened.
He smiled coquettishly and changed his hand to hold the meat: "Qiangzi, you are quite self-aware."
He thinks he and Xie Zhiqiang are the same type of people, and their grades are not very good.
They grew up in the same compound and have a pretty good relationship, but there is still some comparison.
"Victory, did you buy meat today?"
"Uncle San, isn't this what my mom asked me to do? We're having dumplings at home tonight.
If I dare to mess around with the money, I will definitely get beaten up."
Aunt Wu was about to go to the bathroom when she heard her son making up stories about her. She was furious.
"What are you talking about all day? You have no control over your mouth. Even food can't stop you from talking."
"Help! Someone's being beaten."
Wu Shengli was kicked and jumped around the yard, holding his butt.
The cat that had just climbed up the wall and was about to go to the kitchen to steal food was scared away.
Xie Dawei set up a small table in the corridor of his house, but felt uncomfortable sitting there.
Take out the leftover peanuts from the kitchen cupboard, pour a small cup of sorghum wine, and watch the fun.
He took a sip of wine leisurely and greeted the third uncle.
"This wine tastes pretty good, come and try it."
"I won't drink anymore. Your sister-in-law has been very strict lately. Let's wait until next time."
The third uncle waved his hand and hummed a little tune as he returned to the front yard. His wife was still waiting for him at home.
Xie Zhiqiang scraped off the fish scales, washed it clean, and slipped into the kitchen like a gust of wind.
He threw the fish onto a wooden block, picked up a large iron knife, and chopped the fish into pieces in a few strokes.
He stretched his head and called out, "Dad, come and help me light the fire."
"Here I come."
Xie Dawei was chewing peanuts and stuffing firewood into the fire chamber with tongs.
"Son, leave some soup when you cook the fish. I want to eat rice with fish soup later."
Xie Zhiqiang was so busy holding a spatula in his hand that he kept his feet on the ground and wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeves.
"Dad, you really know how to eat."
Xie Dawei smiled proudly: "That's right."
The rich aroma of fish wafted into every household in the compound, making everyone's mouth water.
At the old Qian family in the north, Qian Baozhu sucked his saliva and touched his belly while singing the Empty City Strategy.
I decided to get two fish tomorrow, one steamed and one braised.
When the time comes, I will also carry the fish tail and show off in front of Xie Zhiqiang.
Chang Dafa in the front yard smelled the fish and his mouth watered. He ran outside and threw two potatoes into the fire.
After thinking about it, I lost another big one.
His wife Qiaofeng took her son back to her parents' home today, and he was alone at home guarding the door.
There is no meat to eat today, but I will still have enough potatoes.
In the west, Zhou Jianguo heard the sound of chopping meat from the Wu family next door. He wiped his nose, went to the kitchen and took two eggs.
After thinking about it, I ran to the inner room to ask the adults: "Mom, I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes for lunch."
Aunt Zhou was looking at her son who looked fierce and dark, and she was feeling worried.
Uncle Zhou, who also has a face full of flesh, has eyebrows that are almost knotted.
Just as he was about to choke someone, he was stopped by his wife.
Aunt Zhou smiled gently: "Son, add another egg and fry it.
Add more green onions, your dad loves it."
Zhou Jianguo responded and ran away.
Uncle Zhou sighed slightly: "You said our son looks so fierce, he is already 18 years old.
He's not good at talking, how can he get married?"
Aunt Zhou leaned close to the window and threaded the needle in the light: "I'll ask Aunt Mei to introduce me to someone else. If that doesn't work out, the woman's family can just give a little more in betrothal gifts."
Uncle Zhou smelled the aroma of fish coming from the other side and said, "Forget it, Zhiqiang is such a handsome guy.
There's no talk of finding a wife yet, so there's no need to rush our son."
He and Xie Dawei worked in the same factory and always got together to complain about their son.
This is how brotherhood is developed.
"Zhiqiang has such a tender skin, he will definitely find a wife in the future.
Our Jianguo looked like he could kill three people with one punch, so it’s hard to say.”
"I'll ask Dawei what he thinks one day and learn from him so that our son can have a happy life with a wife and children sooner rather than later."
Xie Dawei on the east side was eating his meal, unaware of what his old friend was thinking.
He ate without even raising his head, picking up one chopstick after another.
If Xie Zhiqiang had been a little slower, he probably would have lost even the fish's tail.
"Dad, please leave some soup for me. I want to have some rice too."
"It would be nice if it were winter. We could eat fish jelly the next morning."
"Dad, how about I follow Uncle Three and go fishing together tomorrow?"
Xie Dawei patted his shoulder with his clean hands and said, "Son, go ahead and try to get your dad a fish feast soon. I'll be waiting for your good news at home."
Xie Zhiqiang stretched out his hand: "Dad, the money for buying a fishing rod..."
Upon hearing this, Xie Dawei's face suddenly changed and he ran away.
"Oh, no, no, my stomach hurts.
I'm going to the bathroom first, son, don't wait for me, remember to wash the dishes."
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