This house was obviously carefully built by the ancestors of the Hu family. The best materials were used in every part, and even the beams on the roof were very thick.
After checking, I found that only some tiles on the kitchen ceiling were broken, and everything else was fine.
Zhang Jidi arranged for Xiang Liguo to take the tiles to buy them, and the others went home together to move things.
After moving twice, Xiang Hongqi finally came back.
Because the transfer of ownership is troublesome and requires a certificate, it takes time to move the household registration book from the family compound to the street office here in the Hu family.
The only big items that weren't moved were the beds.
Xiang Hongqi took a wrench and removed it without saying a word, then separated the bed boards and let several men take a part away each.
The same treatment was applied to the beds of the three sisters, except for the third brother, whose bed was left alone, and the table and chairs were left for the young couple.
As for the rest, the young couple can buy them slowly.
After the move, everyone was tired. Zhang Jidi stood up to cook for everyone and stopped the Chen family from leaving: "The more people eat at the warm stove, the better. Why are you leaving?"
This time, because there were so many people moving, the move was completed quickly. The Chen family even had their meal and rushed back to work in the afternoon.
Xiang Mianmian and the others were so tired that they lay down for a while, but still got up to pack their things.
Everything has been put away, and now I have to find it and put it back in its place one by one.
The rooms in the Hu family's ancestral home are not small, each is more than 20 square meters. Xiang Mianmian must be very happy to have her own independent bedroom.
But then there weren't enough beds, so I had to buy some.
My parents still sleep in their old bed, and Xiang Meimei and Xiang Lili also use bunk beds to separate the beds. Xiang Liguo is still working at the steel plant, so we have to buy beds for Xiang Lidang, Xiang Lihua, and Xiang Mianmian.
There were quite a few single-person furniture like this in the second-hand market. Zhang Jidi was happy to move into a new house, so he bought a table that the boss gave him half a gift.
"Oh, by the way, do you have a quilt?" Zhang Jidi just walked out the door, slapped his head and came back.
It’s so cold, how can I sleep without a quilt?
The boss spread his hands and said, "No, too many people want the old quilt. If you add some new cotton to it, it will be warmer. You should ask somewhere else."
Well, Xiang Lili and Xiang Mianmian had their own beds, but they still had to sleep in one bed because they had previously slept together under a bunk bed.
The same goes for Xiang Lidang and Xiang Lihua, they have beds but no quilts.
Xiang Meimei was sensible and brought out several quilts that she had prepared as a dowry, but was pushed back by her brothers and sisters.
"What are you doing? It's not like you can't sleep. It's cold out and you can sleep in a warm bed. Sister, don't carry it out with us, or it will get dirty!"
Xiang Lidang held down Xiang Meimei's hand as she was about to open the dowry box. Although he was only 14, he was so strong that Xiang Meimei couldn't push him away.
All of this was saved by Xiang Meimei. When we moved, everyone was careful to handle it with care. How could they possibly use her dowry just because she was sleeping alone?
Xiang Meimei struggled a few times but still failed to push Xiang Lidang away, so she had to give up.
Only then did she realize that her third brother was already a 14-year-old boy who was old enough to get married.
Xiang Meimei stopped moving, and Xiang Lidang also smiled: "Sister, it's not easy for you to save up a few quilts. We say that old quilts last a lifetime, but that's not possible!"
This proverb means that if a bride brings an old quilt as a dowry, she will use the old thing for the rest of her life, because no one can sleep on the dowry quilt anyway.
The dowry quilt must be new, or there should be no quilt at all.
Xiang Meimei felt relieved and gladly accepted everyone's kindness.
At night, she used firewood to heat water in the kitchen, filled everyone's thermos, and stuffed them into the quilt before going back to her room to sleep with peace of mind.
Zhang Jidi saw all of this, kept it in mind, and lay on the bed, thinking to himself: No wonder everyone regards the eldest daughter as the treasure of the family, she is indeed sensible and considerate.
As for Xiang Hongqi, he took a nap in the afternoon and then went to work the night shift.
It’s not that his coworkers excluded him. It’s mainly because Xiang Hongqi discovered through his own experiments that he was particularly efficient at work late at night when there was no one around, so he often worked night shifts.
The family settled down in the Hu family. Zhang Jidi muttered that he would get a piece of paper to write to the Xiang family tomorrow, cover the plaque of Hu Mansion at the door, and then turned over and went to sleep.
The next day, several people who had to go to work got up early because they were afraid of being late because they lived a little far away.
Fortunately, everyone estimated the time accurately and did not delay work.
The three children who stayed at home looked at the snow outside and simply stayed in bed, staying warm and comfortable.
A few neighbors who came to see what was happening went back in disappointment when they couldn't open the door after knocking.
The joy of the New Year passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the Lantern Festival was over.
Xiang Mianmian and students across the country are about to face a nightmare: school starts.
She was not a real 8-year-old child, and Xiang Mianmian went to school with her schoolbag on her back, tears in her eyes.
There was no way she could disobey it. She calculated that she had already finished one year of elementary school, and there were still four years left. She had two years of junior high school and two years of high school, so eight years seemed about right.
It takes twelve years of hard study in modern times, but in the 1960s it only took nine years, which was already very good.
I comforted myself by saying, “It’s only eight years. It’ll be fine and it will be over soon.”
Fortunately, maybe because I have been helping with housework since I was young, my classmates at school are not that childish. They speak and act like little adults.
In addition to physical education classes, I also like to play shuttlecock and rope skipping.
Every time this happened, Xiang Mianmian could only hold her chin and watch. She really couldn't do it.
The limbs are not coordinated when playing shuttlecock, the hands and feet are not obedient, and the hands are not so dexterous when playing cat's tangle. They are all new tricks.
But there are also children who don't fit in, so she is not that unique.
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