Lin Zhao wiped the sweat off her eldest son's forehead and said, "Really? There's also a little girl. Is she older than you and your brother?"
The eldest boy pondered, "No, she looks younger than us, she must be our sister."
The second child squeezed forward and put his sweaty head in front of his mother, "Mom, there's me too, there's me too, I want to wipe it too."
"Okay, okay, mom will wipe it for me." Lin Zhao said with a smile.
The two cubs were satisfied.
"Mom, there was another person who walked with one leg higher than the other. I asked him what happened to his leg, and he said it was broken. Then I asked him if he had reported it to the police, and he said that sometimes reporting it to the police is useful, and sometimes it is useless. Mom, why did he say that? What kind of thing is useless to report it to the police?"
The child's eyes were full of confusion.
Lin Zhao smiled and remained silent, choosing her words carefully.
Erzai talked a lot and without waiting for Lin Zhao to answer, he took out the jade gourd that Grandma Ning had given him and smiled at his mother, "Mom, look at my jade gourd. Grandma Ning gave it to us. Does it look good?"
Lin Zhao's eyes fell on the white jade gourd with a look of astonishment.
What a big deal! ?
In the original book, jade will be very valuable after a few decades.
Erzai's jade gourd is made of fine and smooth jade, with uniform light transmittance, smooth lines and soft color. It is obviously good jade at first glance.
"You all have them?" she asked.
The eldest child also took out his own, "Yes, there is also a hammer. It is a gift from Grandma Ning for us to play with Maodan in the future."
Lin Zhao discussed with the twins, "Mom will keep it for you?"
It’s not that I’m greedy for the children’s things, but I’m worried that they will take them outside and get into trouble.
The eldest son took the initiative to put the jade gourd into his mother's palm, "Okay, Mom, help me keep it."
"I need mom's help to keep mine too. I'd be willing to give it to mom as well." Erzai's little mouth was as sweet as honey.
He looked serious.
It’s not surprising, children of this age are closest to their mothers and are innocent and pure.
Before Lin Zhao could say anything, Tiechui gave her his jade gourd.
"Third Aunt also helps me collect." He grinned.
Lin Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"You should ask your mother to help keep the hammer." She said with a smile.
Tiechui scratched his head stupidly, "I trust Third Aunt. The jade gourds look the same, so they should be put together!"
Lin Zhao thought to herself, this isn’t a question of whether to trust her or not, since her sister-in-law is still here.
"Why don't you ask your mother what she thinks?" She made up an excuse.
Tiechui was even more confused and said confidently, "Why are you asking my mother? This was given to me by Grandma Ning!"
Huang Xiulan came out of the kitchen and heard the entire conversation between her third brother's wife and her youngest son. She was so angry that she laughed.
The silly boy asked why?
Why don’t the eldest and second sons ask?
"Please keep it for my third brother's wife." Huang Xiulan said.
"If Tiechui can trust you, I can trust you too," she emphasized.
The third room has a solid financial background and can afford that little bit of trouble.
In fact, it all came down to the fact that the jade gourd was made of jade, not gold. Huang Xiulan felt that it was worthless and could not even be exchanged for a steamed bun, so she could just keep the iron hammer.
Since the eldest sister-in-law had spoken, Lin Zhao did not refuse and said, "Okay, I'll help keep it."
In case the eldest wife does not take it seriously and breaks or loses it, which is very likely. After all, it will take at least ten years for the jade gourd to become valuable, and a lot of things can happen in ten years.
"Aunt San will give you a hardcover notebook tomorrow. Write down the things you left with me so you don't forget."
Tiechui learned everything from the twins. When the older and younger twins started to learn to read, he followed suit and now knows quite a few words.
"Okay." He said obediently.
Huang Xiulan felt that her third sister-in-law really cared about Tiechui, and that this simple boy of hers would have good fortune in the future.
The third child is a battalion commander and will continue to rise sooner or later. His wife is an educated person and works in a supply and marketing cooperative. Both of them have a bright future. Their four children are all very clever. The third family will take off sooner or later. But her child Tiechui can squeeze in and is valued by the twins and also liked by the third brother's wife. With this luck... it's only a matter of time before he is carried to success.
Erzai hugged his mother and said, "Mom, my brother and I also want a hardcover book."
"Okay, okay, we have them all." Lin Zhao looked indulgent.
There are still a lot of points left on the lottery wheel, so you can try to draw a few times later.
I just drew once randomly last night and got pork, grain, oil, red beans, etc., all food.
The eldest cub had a solemn expression on his face and said to the second cub and Tiechui, "We must practice calligraphy well, otherwise we won't even be able to recognize the words we write."
"I do practice. Brother, I listen to you and practice calligraphy with copybooks every day." said Erzai.
I found the copybook in the recycle bin.
Tiechui: "I listened too, and I practiced too."
The light is dim at night and lamp oil is wasted, so some children spend their study time during the day and go out to play only after they have learned and practiced writing.
The eldest boy is calm and self-disciplined, and is particularly good at suppressing loneliness. With him, he will never forget his daily study tasks no matter what he does. Under his influence, the second boy and Tiechui have gradually developed good study habits.
With such a sensible eldest son, Lin Zhao really had nothing to worry about.
"The meal is ready, let's go wash up." Huang Xiulan remembered her important business and shouted.
The bamboo curtain on the door frame of the main house was opened from the inside, making a clicking sound.
Father Gu pressed his trouser pocket, a smile appeared on his face, and he was in a very good mood.
He called his grandchildren, "Wash your hands and eat."
The children started to move around, washing their hands obediently with soap, rubbing each finger several times, and finally rinsing off the foam with clean water. Then they walked to the dining table while smelling their hands, and smiled with their eyes curved when they smelled the fragrant scent.
The food on the table was no different from usual, coarse grain steamed buns, half a pot of stir-fried cabbage, a bowl of cold shredded carrots, and a bowl of porridge with only a few grains of rice per person.
The only difference is the golden vegetable box.
"Vegetable box!!" Lai Mei went to the mountains with her friends to wait for the rabbit all afternoon, and only now did she see the vegetable box.
"Your Third Aunt started making it when she got home from get off work," Zhao Liuniang said, "and you disappeared without a trace."
The Lin family had no habit of scolding people at the dinner table, and this was also Lin Zhao's habit.
She smiled and changed the subject, "Second sister-in-law and sister-in-law should try it and see how it tastes. If they like it, we can make it later."
"Nothing Third Aunt cooks taste bad." Lai Mei praised him first, and then when she saw grandparents and other elders starting to eat, she unceremoniously took a vegetable box.
After taking a bite, Tiedan had a common thought: How nice it is that Uncle San’s family has moved back home.
Not only can I taste meat every ten days or half a month, but I also get other food from time to time. It's so happy.
…
After dinner, Father Gu couldn't wait to call his third son to accompany him to the foot of the mountain.
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu's mother glared at him.
"Why are you going? Don't you see what time it is? It's not even dark yet. I think you want to kill our whole family!"
A few naughty kids were sent out, but she was afraid that the neighbors would hear them, so she kept her voice down.
Father Gu hurriedly explained, "I don't plan to go to the old house now. I plan to go to the foot of the mountain to collect firewood and go there after dark."
Of course, he had other plans in mind. He thought that those people had to collect firewood to cook, so if he could meet them, it wouldn't be a big deal to say a few words to them.
Mother Gu suppressed her anger and said, "That's fine, you should be careful and don't let anyone see you."
Most of the people in the team are good people and don’t care too much, but... there are also those who can’t stand the Gu family.
"I know, I know." Father Gu winked at Gu Chenghuai.
The old woman is getting more and more aggressive!
Gu Chenghuai sighed in his heart, glanced at his wife, and left with his father.
The father and son came to the foot of the mountain and looked at the thatched houses from afar. The weeds around them had been pulled out, and the old and dilapidated houses without walls stood there, looking particularly lonely.
Father Gu was worried, "...There's not even a wall around the yard. If a wild boar runs down the mountain, how can these people escape?"
Even experienced hunters are helpless against powerful wild beasts.
Gu Chenghuai said, "They will build a wall."
"They are old and young, and none of them look capable of working." Father Gu was still worried. He was a kind-hearted man, and he would still be worried even if Mr. Qiao was not among them.
"I'll go talk to the captain tomorrow." Gu Chenghuai said again.
Father Gu patted his son's shoulder and smiled with wrinkles on his face.
He didn't achieve anything in his life, but he gave birth to a promising son.
While speaking, Gu Chenghuai was not idle. He bent down to pick up firewood with quick movements.
There was a rustling sound of footsteps.
The man limped over, a face that both Zhang Ranggu and his son found unfamiliar.
He was carrying a bundle of firewood on his back. He had a fair complexion, eyes as black as ink, soft facial features, a tall and thin figure, and a gentle manner.
Meng Jiusi saw the two people, nodded, and walked past them towards the thatched hut.
"Wait." Father Gu called softly.
Meng Jiusi stopped, came to his senses and looked at him with a puzzled look.
"Among you group, is the gray-haired old gentleman surnamed Qiao?" Father Gu looked around and asked cautiously when he saw that there were not many people around.
Hearing this, Meng Jiusi's expression did not change, and he said calmly: "I don't know, we are not familiar with each other."
Father Gu believed this.
Gu Chenghuai didn't believe a word of it. It was normal for them to be unfamiliar with each other before settling down. But now that they had settled down, it would be a bit deliberate to say that they were unfamiliar with each other!
The young man disappeared with one foot high and one foot low. Father Gu said sadly, "How come your feet are not good at such a young age? Sigh."
I don’t know what mistake I made.
The father and son of the Gu family were afraid of running into the large group of people, so they didn't dare to stay any longer and tacitly walked away to collect firewood. While collecting firewood, Father Gu muttered a lot about his past in Haicheng, and Gu Chenghuai listened very attentively.
At the foot of the mountain, thatched house.
"Someone is asking about me?" Mr. Qiao looked surprised.
Meng Jiusi nodded, "Yes, the one who called me was a father and son, they should be from the brigade. The old man looked honest and his son... was very imposing, and judging by the way he stood, he looked like a soldier."
I just don't know whether he retired or not.
Mr. Qiao was confused in his heart, but he did not show it on his face and smiled faintly.
"Maybe it's someone I helped when I was young. Who knows? What's supposed to come will come. Just wait."
Seeing that the old man understood what was going on, Meng Jiusi said nothing more. He walked to the corner, made a simple three-stone stove, lit a fire and cooked soup.
This pottery jar was something he had managed to keep with great difficulty. One corner of it was broken, but fortunately it was still usable.
Others were also trying to find food.
Just at this moment.
The team leader came over, followed by two young men, one carrying a sack and the other holding a large bamboo basket.
Seeing that the weeds beside the house had been removed cleanly, the captain nodded with satisfaction and shouted, "Everyone come out and play."
Everyone in the room went out.
Everyone suffered unspeakable torture before coming to the Harvest Brigade.
Even someone as calm as Mr. Qiao doesn't want any more accidents to happen.
The captain waved to the young man who came with him.
"Put your things down."
The two did as they were told.
The captain looked at Meng Jiusi and the others and said, "You don't have any food, right? I'll give you 50 kilograms of coarse grains and some vegetables first. I'll count it as you, and I'll pay you back with your work points later."
After much thought, he still felt that he should distribute food to these people, and not only food, but also work points should be calculated. The above only mentioned education, not taking people's lives.
The people standing at the door of the thatched hut didn't expect that the team leader would send them food, and they were stunned for a moment.
After several breaths.
The coldness in Meng Jiusi's eyes faded a little, and he thanked her solemnly: "Thank you."
The captain waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's what you should do. You should do what your superiors say. Just write the self-criticism. Don't be stubborn. It will do you no good. As the old saying goes, a wise man never suffers a loss in front of him."
"Think about it carefully."
Without waiting for anyone to answer, he took the two young men and left.
No one spoke in front of the thatched hut, and no one knew about the sudden waves in their hearts.
In a blink of an eye, the sky darkened.
Father Gu and Gu Chenghuai came to the old house at the foot of the mountain.
"Boom boom boom."
There was a dull knock on the door.
The door that was barely enough to serve as a decoration was opened.
Old Mr. Qiao looked at the two people outside the door, and his eyes finally fell on Gu's father's face. He tried hard to recall and try to remember him, but it was in vain.
His mind is empty.
"Are you Mr. Qiao?" Father Gu asked in a trembling voice, suppressing his excitement.
Joe?
Can accurately pronounce his or her last name.
Probably an acquaintance.
An old acquaintance he had forgotten.
Mr. Qiao thought with emotion.
There was a hint of apology in his old and wise eyes.
"My last name is Joe."
Father Gu looked surprised and asked, "Are you Mr. Qiao from Qiao Mansion in Haicheng?"
"Qiao Mansion?" Mr. Qiao smiled. "It was a long time ago. There is no Qiao Mansion anymore."
"It's really you, Mr. Qiao!" Father Gu's eyes lit up surprisingly.
He introduced himself with rare excitement, trying to help his benefactor remember.
"It's me. I'm Gu Feng, the skinny guy who was bullied for selling cigarettes at the entrance of the dance hall. You helped me, took me to Qiao Mansion, and taught me how to read..."
He was halfway through his words when Mr. Qiao suddenly remembered.
"It's you." The defensiveness in his eyes disappeared, and he looked at Gu Feng with a smile and said, "I didn't expect to see you again. Xiao Fengzi, you are getting old too. When I sent you away, I said that if we are destined, we will see each other again in the future. Look, we really meet again."
As he spoke, he opened the door and let the Gu father and son in.
There was not even a stool in the room, and the bed was made of straw.
Father Gu took a look and felt indescribable.
"Mr. Qiao, what are you doing..." Fearing that he would touch Mr. Qiao's sore spot, he swallowed the words he wanted to ask and only said, "I have an old bed and old quilt at home. If you don't mind, I'll bring it to you later in the day."
Mr. Qiao was not pretentious and accepted his kindness. "I don't mind. What's there to mind? I should thank you. I... lack everything here."
"Okay, my son and I will bring it to you later." said Father Gu.
Then he introduced his son to him, "This is my third son, Gu Chenghuai."
"He's a good young man. He's been a soldier, right?" Mr. Qiao said with admiration in his eyes.
Father Gu said proudly: "He is still a soldier now."
He didn't say that his son was already a battalion commander, as it sounded like he was showing off.
Gu Chenghuai saw the benefactor his father always talked about. He had gray hair and sharp eyes, giving people a sense of elegance.
"Mr. Qiao." He nodded in greeting, calm and steady.
"Don't learn from your father. Your father and I are old acquaintances. If you don't mind my current situation, you can call me Uncle Qiao in private." When Mr. Qiao was young, he secretly delivered supplies and medicines and had a lot of dealings with the army. He has a natural liking for soldiers.
Gu Chenghuai readily changed his address to "Uncle Qiao."
Mr. Qiao patted Father Gu on the shoulder and said with emotion, "Your son is not an ordinary person. I always say that you will have good fortune in the future."
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