Zhao Yong, son of the village chief and a capable farmhand, can drive, farm and hunt.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes and a handsome face. In the eyes of all the girls waiting to get married in the village, he is definitely tall, rich and handsome.
When Xiao Jiahua saw him, he focused on: "Brother Zhao Yong, where is your truck?"
Zhao Yong scratched his head. "I didn't go to town to deliver the goods today. I went to the city to do some work. I took the bus there instead of driving."
Xiao Jiahua was disappointed, as this meant that she would have to walk back by herself for the next half hour.
Fortunately, Zhao Yong stepped forward and took over her small cart.
He weighed it casually and said, "It's quite heavy. How come you, a girl, buy so many things?"
In his heart, Xiao Jiahua was never a young wife, but always the beautiful and kind-hearted young lady.
"My mother bought milk for me and Shitou!" Xiao Dabao quickly added.
He proudly reminded, "It's my dad's salary!"
Ever since they got a new home, Xiao Dabao no longer likes this capable older brother.
Because every time he looked at his aunt, his eyes were always passionate and complicated, as if he wanted to snatch her away at any time.
It took Zhao Yong a while to realize that the "daddy" the child was talking about was not Xiao's uncle, but Xiao Jiahua's newlywed husband.
Zhao Yong said in an obscure tone, "Comrade Bai...he is so good to you."
Xiao Dabao: "Well, my mother came to town every day just to send a letter to my father!"
"Xiao Dabao, did someone ask you? You're being long-winded."
Xiao Jiahua gave the clever ghost a warning, "If you keep talking nonsense and don't have the energy to walk back, I won't take care of you."
"Oh." Xiao Dabao had no choice but to stretch his legs and deliberately walk between the two adults.
Xiao Jiahua knew Xiao Dabao's little thoughts but did not expose them. He just thought it was a little funny.
After walking for a while, it became completely dark.
Zhao Yong suddenly said, "Xiaoxiao, don't you want to know what I did in the county town yesterday?"
Only with the cover of night could he hide his scaly face that looked like a cooked shrimp.
Xiao Jiahua looked at him curiously.
"I went to the Ministry of Armed Forces to register for military service."
"You're going to join the army?"
"Yes, I want to be a soldier too."
Zhao Yong wanted to prove that he was no worse than others.
Xiao Jiahua wanted to ask why, but he felt it was unnecessary.
In this era when one person's military service brought glory to the whole family, the strongest young man in the village had to serve the country.
"Brother Zhao Yong, congratulations."
"No, I just asked for registration and application. Whether it will be approved or not is another matter."
"You are too modest. You are so outstanding, you will definitely be selected."
Zhao Yong is in good health and has a good family background. As the son of the village chief, his advantages are self-evident.
"Thank you. I will be like Comrade Bai, working hard and defending our country."
During this period, both Vietnam in the south and the Soviet Union in the north were not peaceful, and "raise vigilance and defend the motherland" was by no means an empty slogan.
Xiao Dabao couldn't help but stick his head out again, "My dad is different from you. My dad is the one who screws the screws on rockets!"
"Xiao Dabao!" Xiao Jiahua slapped the child back, "It was just a joke, but you took it seriously."
Xiao Jiahua added: "Whether it is the An'an Army, the navy, the army, or the air force, they are all good soldiers of the people. Brother Zhao Yong, I hope you are safe and sound, make more contributions, and bring glory to our Qinghe Village."
A warm feeling passed through Zhao Yong's heart, "Xiaoxiao..."
Seeing that the man was about to "lose control", Xiao Jiahua immediately changed the subject.
"Brother Zhao Yong, don't mind me just now. Dabao was too naughty. I will send him to school."
The avoidance in her eyes was too obvious, so Zhao Yong had to go along with her and said bitterly: "The joint primary school of several villages has been closed. Now Qinghe Village only has Gengdu Primary School, which is located near the educated youth site. Dabao is indeed of school age, and it is better to start sooner rather than later."
"Gengdu Primary School?"
"Yes, that is, half a day of working in the fields and half a day of studying in school. There are no regular teachers now, only a few educated youth take turns to teach, it is not a full-time course."
"Understood. I'll arrange for him to go as soon as possible."
As they were talking, they had unknowingly reached the entrance of the village.
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In order to save kerosene lamps, several villagers sat outside their homes in groups of three or four after dinner to chat.
Xiao Jiahua was afraid of being misunderstood, so he took back his small cart, said goodbye to Zhao Yong, walked around them from a distance, and went home with Xiao Dabao.
At the door of the house, Xiao Jiahua took out cloth and some fruit candies and asked Xiao Dabao to move the other things back.
"Go back to the house and wait. I'll go get the stone first."
"Mom, I want to go with you! I miss my brother, too." In fact, he didn't really want to leave her.
"Let me make this clear first, don't cry if the soles of your feet are tired."
When I arrived at my eldest brother's house, seven or eight people were eating dinner around the table.
The table was rich with cabbage stewed with vermicelli, and Zhang Hongna even added bacon for the first time. She held Shitou on her lap and fed him mouthful by mouthful.
"Xiaoxiao, you're back?"
As soon as she entered the door, Zhang Hongna set her eyes on the cloth in her hand.
Xiao Jiahua smiled and nodded, looking at Xiao Laoshuan and Cui Lifen, "Dad, Mom, I'll come over to get the stone."
Cui Lifen scolded, "Why did you come back so late? Little Stone can't eat without you."
"Mom, I was delayed for a while because of the supply and sales."
Xiao Jiahua put the cloth on the table and reached out to hug the stone.
"Sister-in-law, this is the cloth I made for my child. Do you like the pattern?"
"I like it! How can I not like it? And they are all new colors!"
Zhang Hongna touched the cloth and exclaimed, "How come there are so many?"
"There are five or six children, Tiezhu, Tiedan and Zhaodi, they also need to wear new clothes." Xiao Jiahua said while holding a stone.
"Cool, cool." The little dumpling seemed to be a little sleepy. Once he stuck to her, he hugged her tightly and couldn't be pulled away.
The children of the old family also jumped off the dining table to touch the cloth, vying to choose the patterns.
Only little Zhaodi, who understood best, ran to Xiao Jiahua and said happily, "Thank you, auntie."
"Zhao Di, be good." Xiao Jiahua grabbed a handful of fruit candies.
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