Chapter 702: Not a Good Thing
After a brief breakdown and frustration, Yu Hao wiped his tears and snot, gathered his composure, and smiled as he started to pull Zaohua up again:
"You have to learn to help mom with some chores at home, okay?"
"I can work. I can help mother feed the chickens and take care of Xiao Ni."
Zaohua nodded seriously and let him lead her back to the room.
Just as Yu Hao had been in the south for a long time, his speech had a local accent.
Zaohua had been with him for a long time, and her way of speaking was influenced by him, so she would occasionally speak a few words with a Henan accent or colloquialisms.
For example, when calling her daughter Huijuan, Zaohua always calls her "Ni'er" or "Xiao Ni".
Yu Hao patted Zaohua as a compliment, then spread out the pile of pillows and let her sleep on her side in the bed.
…
Fu Jingyou went home with a flashlight.
The two elders of the He family had already gone to bed, and the door in the yard was left open for him.
He entered the yard, bolted the door, and went to the backyard to fetch water to wash.
Lying on the bamboo bed to rest at night, Fu Jingyou sighed and thought about his wife and children, as well as Yu Hao's matter.
Zaohua, Yu Hao, and their family all have some relationship with each other, so he should help out.
To the outside world, Yu Hao was an educated youth who came from the city to work in the countryside, and he was not from here at all.
If Yu Hao wants to live with Zaohua, that’s his business.
Fu Jingyou thought that as a native of the same village, if he didn't do something, people in Yu Hao's hometown would really think that their place was a poor and bad place where unruly people came from.
Even the king of heaven is not so domineering as to force someone's son to admit his mistake by using dirty talk.
But what is he going to do?
What else can we do?
It really puts him in a difficult position.
Fu Jingyou tossed and turned, and finally fell into a drowsy sleep in the late night.
People in the village always get up early.
Chen Guifen gets up at five in the morning to let the chickens out of the pen, and then she is busy making breakfast.
Fu Jingyou couldn't sleep well without his wife around.
The tiny rustling noises made it even harder for him to fall asleep.
He simply got up and tidied up, helped Chen Guifen fill the kitchen tank with water, and chopped the firewood on the steps in the front yard.
After breakfast was ready, he followed He Hongjin and went to the fields with farm tools to share the work.
At noon, He Erge brought Minjie back as agreed.
There were only three female cooks in the canteen of the coal factory where my second sister-in-law Tian Guihua worked. It was difficult for her to ask for leave, so she didn't go back.
He Erge apologized again and again, saying that they hadn't seen each other for a long time and that Tian Guihua should come back.
Fu Jingyou waved his hands repeatedly and said it was okay. At the dinner table at night, the three men sat together and talked about everything from the beginning to the end, from just after dusk until late at night.
He Erge came back on leave and couldn't stay at home for long. He got up early the next morning and didn't have time for breakfast, so he went back to town.
Only his son Minjie was left at home.
Minjie likes his uncle Fu Jingyou because he always remembers his uncle taking him everywhere to play.
His parents were always busy, and it seemed that his uncle was the only one who took him out to play.
As soon as Fu Jingyou went to the town that day, Minjie knew he was back and kept clamoring to go back to his grandfather's house in the countryside.
He Erge originally wanted to come back after two days of rest, but he was so annoyed by his father that he came back early.
Minjie is another naughty boy.
In the past, if He Hongjin wanted him to do some work, he would have to coax him for most of the day.
Now that Fu Jingyou is back, he follows Fu Jingyou around like a follower.
Fu Jingyou didn't need to say anything. Seeing his uncle busy working, he took the sickle and followed behind him to help pick rice ears and cut millet.
He Hongjin was both angry and annoyed, wondering why there was discrimination in the way he did his job?
But more importantly, I am happy.
Because the old farmers in the nearby fields all praised Minjie for being sensible and capable.
If the He Hongjin of the past had heard this, he might have complained a few words, saying "You can't do shit".
Now, probably because he is older, his temperament has become gentler and his temper is not as quick as before. He also likes to hear good things from others.
Especially praising his children.
He Hongjin was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. During lunch break, Fu Jingyou took Minjie to the town on his bike to buy soda, and he didn't say much.
Minjie worked in the fields for two days and was tanned like a black loach.
Fu Jingyou thought that the boy who was crying when they left last year has become so sensible this year, and he felt emotional.
But the boy is young after all, only seven or eight years old.
The several children in the family are usually raised in a pampered manner. Fu Jingyou treats Minjie equally, and he feels more pity and heartache in his heart.
I know Minjie has been looking forward to going to the lake to play in the water.
Fu Jingyou didn't waste any time. He took some free time the next day at noon and in the afternoon after work and took Minjie to the lake as he wished.
After playing in the water, he picked a large bag of tender lotus pods.
He was also lucky enough to walk ashore on the pebble stream under the small dam. Minjie was killing time by turning over stones and he turned over an old turtle weighing three or four pounds.
I've eaten braised soft-shelled turtle made by my aunt before, and Minjie was craving it. He kept muttering to himself on the way back:
"Uncle, let's go back and ask mother-in-law to make some braised turtle for us! Just like what aunt used to make!"
"Yeah, okay."
"hey-hey!"
After receiving the approval, Minjie jumped for joy and kept chattering excitedly all the way:
"Uncle, why didn't you bring your brothers and sisters back? I haven't seen them for a long time. Do they still remember me?"
"I should remember. My little brother is still young, so it's not convenient for him to come here this time. I'll bring him back when he's older."
"Little brother?"
"Um."
Fu Jingyou held a large bunch of lotus pods in his left arm, and used his right hand to pat Minjie on the head and gave a brief explanation in a few words.
When Minjie learned that he had a younger brother, he was so happy that he exclaimed that his Boy Scout troop had grown stronger.
Fu Jingyou worked diligently at home to help He Hongjin with his chores for a few days.
He harvested all the early-season rice in the team and then went to the back mountain to check on the fruit tree seedlings in the team.
Thinking that things in his hometown were almost settled, Fu Jingyou planned to look for a train ticket back to northern Beijing.
There are still many things waiting for him to do in Beijing North.
But before leaving, Fu Jingyou did not forget Hu Zhiyuan, who had come to help take care of his child many times when he was not at home.
Since Lu Miao didn't come back, he couldn't invite Hu Zhiyuan to his house for dinner.
He picked out a few pounds of good quality white sugar and fruit and took them to the county, and directly invited Hu Zhiyuan to have dinner at the state-owned restaurant in the county.
It was also during this meeting that Fu Jingyou heard some news from Hu Zhiyuan.
The college entrance examination has been resumed for two or three years, and there are now rumors that the country plans to focus on cultural education.
The county and township communes have already issued a general charter, and the primary and junior high schools that were previously closed will be reopened in the second half of the year.
If local governments have it, the textbook leaders will also find a way.
The most difficult thing is that it is hard to find a teacher.
Fu Jingyou had an idea as soon as he heard it:
"Those in the village who can read and write don't have higher diplomas than the educated youth. Can't we just choose teachers from among the educated youth?"
"The educated youth with real abilities have already passed the examinations and left. Now, the ones left in the village, I don't say..."
Hu Zhiyuan took a sip of wine, narrowed his eyes and gave Fu Jingyou a meaningful look:
“There aren’t many good ones.”
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