Although Li Qiuhua had a good impression of Qin Bin, her daughter's words were not without reason.
Didn't the second daughter of the director's family in the next village marry into a family living in a small building in the city? What happened? Every day in her husband's house, she was like a servant in the landlord's house.
She washes the dirty clothes of her parents-in-law, elder sister-in-law, younger sister-in-law, and younger brother-in-law.
Later, my eldest sister-in-law got married and had children. It was her job to take care of the baby during the confinement period and to make diapers for the baby.
Not to mention the face and foot washing water of my parents-in-law...
She gets up before dawn in the morning and washes clothes for the whole family even after everyone has gone to sleep at night.
Even so, my husband's family still said that I was lazy and good-for-nothing, doing nothing but going from one house to another and being a gossipy woman.
Verbal bullying is commonplace.
Thinking of this, Li Qiuhua felt a little chilly.
I also put to rest the thought that had just arisen in my mind.
Seeing that it was getting late, Li Qiuhua put down the cotton-padded jacket that was left in her hands and got up to go to the kitchen.
We have already delayed half a day's work in the morning, and we can't delay any longer in the afternoon.
Thinking that she had to go to the literacy class in the evening, Li Qiuhua put another half bowl of rice into the pot.
The weather is cool now, so you don’t have to worry about the food you cook at noon going bad.
When kneading the dough, Li Qiuhua also added more ingredients. In the evening, she could just steam the cold steamed buns in a pot, saving even the firewood.
There isn't much firewood left in the house, so I have to go up the mountain to pick up more when I have time.
When winter really comes and the snow piles up, if you want to go up the mountain to collect firewood, you will freeze to death.
Villagers in the mountains usually prepare firewood for the winter before the mountains are closed due to heavy snow. They also prepare a few sacks of dry leaves, dry straw and other fire starters to ensure that they will have enough fire to cook throughout the winter.
After lunch, Li Qiuhua went to the meeting point.
Since I was delayed in the morning, I will try to do as much as possible in the afternoon.
After working hard for a whole afternoon, when I looked up again, it was getting dark and people working in the fields were finishing their work and going home one after another.
Li Qiuhua glanced at the few remaining weeds in front of him and quickened his movements.
When she finished pulling weeds and returned home, Shen Zhihuan had already heated up the steamed buns and porridge.
I had some spinach salad, some stir-fried potato shreds, and a bowl of steamed egg custard.
When Xiao Weidong saw Li Qiuhua coming back, he quickly put the crayons, drawing books, pencils, erasers and other things piled on the dining table into his schoolbag, and helped Shen Zhihuan serve the dishes and get the bowls.
Shen Zhihuan glanced at the sky which was almost dark and sighed, "Mom, it's not like our family can't afford food. You don't have to get up early and stay up late just for those few work points."
There are all kinds of things in the mountains. What if one or two of them come down under the cover of night?
"When it was almost time to finish the work, I saw that there was not much left, so I thought I might as well finish it. But I didn't expect it would take this long to finish. I will come back early tomorrow." Li Qiuhua put the backpack and sickle under the eaves near the kitchen window and turned to wash his hands at the well.
Xiao Weidong served the meal and ran to the kitchen to get chopsticks.
"Mom, when I grow up, I will help you earn a lot of work points." Passing by the well, little Weidong stopped, looked at Li Qiuhua, and said seriously.
"Okay! Mother will wait for our Dongzi to grow up and earn work points to support me, so that I can also enjoy the blessing of having a son." Li Qiuhua smiled and lifted up the handkerchief to wipe the water off her hands.
Children always want to grow up, but adults always want to go back to their childhood.
"Mom, come and eat quickly! The horn will sound again soon." Shen Zhihuan blew out the oil lamp in the kitchen.
In the past few months, Shen Zhihuan has completely adapted to life here without realizing it.
Except for occasional fatigue, Shen Zhihuan felt everything was fine.
From the initial guilty conscience and fear of being discovered that she was not the original owner and being captured for research, to now completely letting herself go...
I have to say that Shen Zhihuan is happy now that he has a family.
"You don't have to go to the small hall tonight." Li Qiuhua sat in her old seat.
She thought Wang Tiezhu would use the literacy class as his political achievement to let others praise him, but she didn't expect him to back down now? This shouldn't be the case!
What was Wang Tiezhu thinking when he refused such good political achievements?
"No!" Li Qiuhua shook his head. "I heard that some secretary is coming to our production team's literacy class, so tonight's class has been moved to tomorrow morning."
Shen Zhihuan curled his lips.
That’s what she said!
Wang Tiezhu doesn't seem like such a stupid person.
Even if the news of the college entrance examination had spread, he would not have said to stop the literacy classes. Even if the educated youth wanted to shirk their responsibilities, they would not have the courage to do so.
after all……
Registration for the college entrance examination still has to go through the village committee.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
"Didn't Uncle Tiezhu say anything to you students in the literacy class?" Shen Zhihuan picked up a piece of cold spinach with chopsticks and started eating.
"We were told to dress neatly. Those who have new clothes should wear them, and those who don't should wear clothes without patches. Our hair should be neatly combed. We were told not to look around during class, and we were not allowed to chat. We were told that we represented the 10th Production Team of Panshi Village and we should not bring shame to the team."
Speaking of this, Li Qiuhua became a little nervous.
The secretary from the city...
He is a high-ranking official.
So far, the most powerful official she had ever met was Su Changjiang, the Party Secretary of their Panshi Village...
The next morning, Li Qiuhua put the rice into the pot and began to prepare the clothes she would wear to the literacy class.
The clothes Qin Bin bought for her were nice-looking, but too fashionable. If she went out wearing them, the villagers might spread rumors.
After thinking for a long time, Li Qiuhua finally found the two coats that Shen Zhihuan bought for her at the supply and marketing cooperative.
One is blue, and the other is black, white and grey plaid, both are the same style.
The blue one is more popular, and you can’t pick it out among a crowd of people.
The black, white and gray plaid looks better, and the tweed fabric that is neither thick nor thin looks extraordinary.
Li Qiuhua thought about it and decisively changed into the blue one.
Sitting in the small meeting hall, Li Qiuhua was so nervous that his palms were sweating.
However, the others in the chapel were not necessarily much better than her.
Just by looking at the stiff figures, you can get a general idea.
Senior official...
Still from the city.
Who isn’t afraid!
The most nervous person was Wang Tiezhu.
Since he learned yesterday that the secretary was coming here to inspect, he has been extremely excited, as if he had taken some medicine.
Last night, he sent his wife Li Zhaodi to his daughter's room, and lay on the bed alone, repeatedly practicing his opening remarks for meeting the secretary.
After practicing, I thought over it word by word several times, for fear of saying something wrong and making a fool of myself.
Wang Tiezhu even practiced how to smile in front of the mirror thousands of times.
I was afraid that I would leave a bad impression on the secretary.
(End of this chapter)