Qian Guihua is a talkative person who does things without procrastination. Today they have to cart all the millet that has been dried in the threshing ground, pack it into bags and send it to the warehouse.
Even though it's a sunny day now, it might rain at any time. She estimated that the rice in the fields could be harvested in the next two days, and then she would have to plow the fields quickly and plant the late rice before the beginning of autumn.
The two did not go back at noon. Qian Guihua brought two steamed buns made of sorghum flour and wheat flour, and Gu Qingqing took two corns. The two of them took turns to eat.
I took a bite of the steamed bun. Although it didn’t look as good as the one my mother made, it tasted almost the same.
Gu Qingqing thought absentmindedly.
Having just returned from the town, Gu Jin looked back at the three men and two women on the ox cart behind him and felt a headache.
Qin Wu saw him sighing and looking back, and he stopped his bike with his feet on the ground. He said unhappily, "If you don't like riding my bike, just walk back. I... I can't stand your bad habits."
He and Gu Jin can be considered old rivals. They had never been on good terms with each other when they were in school. They had been classmates since elementary school and junior high school, and had grown up together peeing and playing in the mud at the entrance of the village. After graduating from junior high school, he joined the army while Gu Jin stayed in the village.
A few years ago, after he retired due to injury, he stayed in the village and became a party branch secretary. Gu Jin was still the same silly and stupid person.
Who would have thought that Uncle Qiu would step down and be replaced by this idiot? Fortunately, Gu Hanzi has two good sons. Otherwise, who would have thought of working with him in this life? You must be dreaming!
Gu Jin held onto the back seat of the bicycle with both hands, still with that innocent smile on his face: "It's dozens of miles away. If you want to go, go ahead. Lend me the bicycle to ride back."
"You..." Qin Wu raised his finger and pointed at him for a long time. Seeing that he still had the silly smile on his face, he became more and more angry.
Seeing that the ox cart behind him was about to catch up, he withdrew his hand, pushed his feet, and continued to ride the Feiduo brand bicycle on the muddy road dried by the sun.
"Gu Hanzi, don't blame me for not reminding you. Being a production team leader is not a good job now. Once the summer grain is harvested and cleaned up, it will be time to distribute the grain. People from both villages are watching eagerly."
Qin Wu snorted coldly: "Even when Uncle Xu was in power, he had a lot of headaches because of grain distribution. Should it be based on work points or population (70% labor 30% or 60% labor 40%)? What standard should be used to divide wet grain? It's all a hassle."
"Your family is strong and has a lot of labor. You have always had surplus food every year. Your third son, Gu, is still living in the city on public rations. The families that lack food have long been dissatisfied with you. Now a few more educated youth have come to the village."
Speaking of the educated youth, Qin Wu's face became even uglier: "One by one of them, they can't carry anything on their shoulders or hands, they are lazy and don't know the difference between grains, they just come here to share food with us!" As a retired veteran, he looked down on this group of intellectuals.
The educated youth had come to Dagouzi Village before. After the distribution of the fields, they exchanged food for work points. These educated youth complained about the hardship and tiredness of doing the easiest work. They could not earn even half a day's work, and they were not even as good as the youngest son of the Zhao family. They did a lot of sneaky things and had to borrow work points to borrow food.
Each mu of weeding grass was worth ten work points. However, due to their physical fitness not meeting the requirements, they not only owed work points to the production team, but they were also obsessed with getting the quota to return to the city. Every year, at least two out of three people had to retire due to illness.
As soon as he heard this, he got furious. Qin Wu pedaled harder and the bicycle chain squeaked.
"Qin Mengzi, slow down." Gu Jin's eardrums were buzzing as the wind whirred in his ears. He dug his fingers into the base of Qin Wu's buttocks, and finally gritted his teeth and grabbed the corner of Qin Wu's flying clothes.
He hadn't done anything since taking over this rotten stall, but Qin Mengzi was the first to get angry.
Oh, what's going on?
The sun had already set when they arrived at the village entrance. Gu Jin got down from the back seat with weak legs, his lips turning pale.
When Qin Wu saw him like this, the anger in his heart dissipated a lot. He held the handlebar with his left hand, put his right hand on his waist, looked at him and laughed.
"Look at you, you've never ridden a bicycle before." Qin Wu was a little proud. "My Qin Hu is really filial. He gets 24.5 yuan a month at the steel factory. He saved up a few months' wages and bought his father a Feige brand bicycle. Gu Dasha, you are greedy. I'll ask your Canyang and Qinglie to buy you one someday."
Gu Jin shook his head, bent down and supported his knees, and said, "I won't buy it, lest he gets arrogant and proud one day and breaks my old bones again."
"..." Qin Wu glared at him and said, "It's a waste of my effort to carry you back. Last time I slipped in the field, you were the one cursing me behind my back." Seeing that the ox cart had also stopped, Qin Wu felt that he could not let this group of intellectuals look down on him, and swallowed back the words that were about to greet the eighteenth generation of the Gu family.
"Let's settle them down first. The educated youth center at the end of the village is still there, right? Hurry up and bring them over."
Rather than staying with Gu Hanzi and that group of skinny educated youth, he would rather work as a plowman or haul ammonia. If that didn't work, he would shovel cow dung.
"Let's go." Gu Jin became even more depressed when he heard him mention the group of educated youth behind him.
Today we didn't get off work until after eight o'clock. After Gu Qingqing finished recording the work points, she rushed home eagerly.
Shi Rushuang brought out a basket of freshly steamed bran buns and was about to put them on the table when a sudden gust of wind blew by. She had already run past the target but had to stop abruptly and took a few steps back.
"Mother, has my father come back?"
"No." Shi Rushuang also knew that if the man was called to the commune, then this was probably the case. She slapped the girl's hand that was about to take the steamed bun and said, "Look at how sweaty you are. Hurry up and wipe your hands and have dinner."
"Oh." Gu Qingqing hung her head and walked to the water-pressing well. She picked up a bucket of water beside her and poured it in. She pressed with both hands, and a stream of clear water rushed out.
Zhang Cuifen came out with steamed sweet potatoes and taro. Seeing her precious granddaughter washing her hands, she asked her eldest daughter-in-law, "Why is Qingqing unhappy? Who offended her?"
"No one. She is waiting for her father." Shi Rushuang said helplessly.
"Isn't he back?" Zhang Cuifen caught a glimpse of a figure at the gate and shouted into the house, "Come out for dinner, do you want me to treat you all one by one?!"
Gu Tiezhu came out first, wearing a cloth shoe with a hole in the front. Zhang Cuifen glanced at his exposed toes in the moonlight and asked, "Don't you have repaired shoes? Why are you wearing these again?"
"It feels cool." Gu Tiezhu sat down next to the stone table and tapped the cigarette holder in his hand twice on the edge of the stone bench under his butt.
"It will be cooler if I cut the cloth in front of you tomorrow."
"That's fine." Gu Tiezhu blew out a smoke ring leisurely. Seeing that his wife didn't say anything for a long time, he quickly put down his cigarette holder and rubbed his hands to mend them: "No, you mended those two pairs of shoes so well that I couldn't bear to wear them in the fields. They would get dirty easily."
Zhang Cuifen then softened her expression and sat down next to him.
Before Gu Jin could even sit down, a dozen pairs of eyes sitting around the table were staring at him.
Seeing that he looked depressed, Gu Bao spoke cautiously: "Brother, have you been selected?"
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