After working for a whole morning, Erhua felt like his hands and feet were no longer his own.
My whole arm was so sore and my spine felt like it was stuck and I couldn't move it.
He was also a little absent-minded. Why? Wasn't it because of what Xu Guoqing had said to him? In his heart, he resented Xu Guoqing and also resented Wang Meihua, as if her words to him were an insult and blasphemy.
As he was constantly disgusted and repulsed, he suddenly remembered the father and daughter he met on the day of fishing, and the beautiful little mermaid. Her eyes were watery and seemed to speak, and her smile was also beautiful, as if it touched people's hearts.
Thinking of her, he felt much better, but Erhua immediately became discouraged again.
He kicked the rice stalks and muttered, "Don't even think about it. She's so pretty, she must be engaged!"
That being said, he still couldn't help but wonder, what if there was no engagement? Besides, his father and her father had learned the art together, so would he have a chance?
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he harvested all the remaining rice in one go.
"Let's go and have dinner!" Xu Guoqing called him.
He looked around and made sure that Wang Meihua had left long ago before coming out of the field.
"Don't look, everyone has left." As they grew up together, Xu Guoqing knew his temper.
"Don't be so picky. Although Wang Meihua is short, she can work. You don't usually come to work. If you find someone else who is pretty but doesn't work, will you both starve in the future?"
"Wang Meihua is so nice, so I'll leave it to you." Erhua was a little angry.
"You have so many girlfriends that you only give me the ugly one!"
Erhua's words made Xu Guoqing a little angry. Is this human language? How can you talk about your brother like this? How can you talk about a little fish like this?
He knew that Erhua was being naughty, but what happened today was not just naughty, it was extremely rude.
"Did Wang Meihua provoke you? Do you have to keep saying that she is ugly? Don't say that, it's so tasteless!" Xu Guoqing was annoyed and kept walking forward after saying that.
"Slow down!" Erhua felt guilty and softened his tone. "I won't say anything, okay?"
At noon, Erhua ate a large bowl of rice in the team cafeteria, pressing it firmly into the bowl. It was a rare opportunity to have a full meal, and the dishes looked good: braised potatoes, stir-fried vegetables, and shredded pork with pickles.
Erhua likes to eat this pickled vegetable fried shredded pork, not because of the shredded pork in it, but mainly because the pickled vegetables go well with rice. He puts a little pickled vegetable and shredded pork on the edge of the bowl, and takes a big mouthful of rice with it. It tastes salty and fragrant in his mouth, and he finishes half a bowl of rice in a short while.
Although the food was delicious, Erhua still didn't want to come to work. He had already decided to work today and not come tomorrow, even if he had food to eat. It was too tiring. In his eyes, farming was "dumb work" and he looked down on it. He wanted to do something that required thinking and could make a lot of money. As for what kind of work, he hadn't decided yet. He was hanging out outside now to prepare for the future.
"Guoqing, I've always wanted to ask you, why don't you get engaged? Your doorstep is about to be trampled down!"
Erhua asked incoherently with a mouthful of rice in his mouth.
Xu Guoqing was also trying hard to eat. He had heard too many questions like this. His own mom and dad would ask him every now and then. It wasn't that he had high requirements, but there was always something wrong with the young women introduced to him. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with them. He had thought about marrying a wife to become the mistress of the house, but when they came, he thought about living with this young woman for the rest of his life, and he didn't want to do that anymore.
"Hey, I want to find a wife for the house, but there's no suitable one."
Erhua was so angry that he laughed: "Just tell me what kind of thing you want?"
"I can't put it into words."
Although the words were unpleasant, the food was still delicious. Erhua rolled his eyes at him and didn't want to ask any more questions. He focused on the food in his bowl.
The next morning, Erhua followed Dahua to the mountain to cut grass for the pigs again, but he disappeared again after breakfast.
Qiuhua didn't have time to ask him because she had to go to school again today.
Where did Erhua go?
In his own words, he wanted to find ways to make money, hang out and use his brain.
This time he wandered far away, and finally arrived at the street, where there were vendors selling steamed buns. There were often idle and boastful people who would move a bench and sit there to bask in the sun.
"When I was young, I was a railway worker in Shanghai, earning a living from the government. When the Japanese attacked, we had to work on the railway with our heads held high. If we weren't agile, we'd be shot!"
The speaker was an elderly man. It was not known whether he had really worked as a railway worker in Shanghai, but he always said "Cena" and "Ala", making people feel that he was still in Shanghai.
My father also worked as a worker in Shanghai, and he still knows how to do "ce na" and "ce na", so Erhua believed in the old man's past without a doubt.
He always felt that everyone sitting here had extraordinary experiences and abilities, and perhaps they could help him find a way to make a fortune, so he always agreed to their boasts.
"Yes, I heard my father say that when he was a teenager, he worked as a blacksmith in Shanghai. At that time, only those with great skills dared to do it!"
When the old man heard his agreement, he immediately gave him a look of approval, which Erhua appreciated very much.
The steamed bun shop next door had finished steaming another basket of buns, and an old man came over to buy a big bag. Erhua was a little envious of the steamed bun shop owner. In his eyes, this was also a good job to make money. Opening a shop was different and much better than "dumb work".
He also envied the people who bought steamed buns. They were rich people. In this day and age when even families couldn't get enough to eat, there were still people buying a big bag of white steamed buns. How could he not be envious?
Just when he was envious, the man turned around and it was none other than the one who learned the skills with his father!
"Hey, uncle, it's you!" Erhua stood up from the stool.
The man was startled, then immediately recognized him, greeted him happily, opened the bag and let him take two steamed buns.
"No, no, I've already had breakfast." Erhua declined.
"Breakfast is breakfast. It's almost noon, and I'm a little hungry. Take two and eat them. Do you think uncle is too stingy to give you two steamed buns?"
As the uncle spoke, he took out two from the bag and stuffed them into his hands.
Erhua had no choice but to take it. After all, he really wanted to eat it.
"I haven't had the chance to talk to your father yet. I will definitely go see him next time."
The uncle seemed to have a lot of affection for my father, and seemed to be very enthusiastic towards Erhua as well.
"Uncle, come here. I told my dad last time, and he wants to meet you too!"
The uncle nodded and said with some regret: "I am carving red wood now. I am really busy and can't get away from home."
Carved rosewood?
This was the first time Erhua heard of this. In any case, it seemed like a job to make money. Otherwise, how could this uncle be so rich to buy such a big bag of white steamed buns?
He immediately became interested and wanted to ask in detail, but the uncle was in a hurry to leave, so he didn't say anything.
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