A Rural Life in the 70s

I finally came to Zheng Qiu’s house. Xiaoqiu went in through the door and looked around the yard. Look, I haven’t seen enough after watching it for ten minutes!

The house of Zheng Qiu Shi’s branch turned out to be a complete courtyard house – there was no entry, it was an independent entrance to the courtyard, the main room, the left and right wing rooms, the foyer, and the downside!

The yard is too regular, the door is in the southeast corner, southward, there are three inverted seats next to the foyer, the kitchen occupies one room, and the other two are storage rooms. The southwest corner is the toilet. After Xiaoqiu entered the door and visited it advanced, it is the only unsatisfactory place, because the toilet is used... This is not convenient, but it is much stronger than the pit.

Song Xiucheng sent Xiaoqiu's baggage roll into the west of the main house, sent his own baggage into the east wing, and then came out. He saw Xiaoqiu still standing in the yard and watching the house silly, could not help but smile: "Autumn Ah, do you think this house is not spacious enough?"

Xiaoqiu will almost be digested by surprise. After listening to Song Xiucheng’s words, he has lost a blank eye in the past: “Small, you will marry me, the house in Beijing can compare with the family... Then again, this is the old house. what……"

Song Xiucheng did not regret the truth: "Yes, because Mr. Zheng is thinking about living in the cottage. I am afraid that you will not be used to the unit building. I specially want this small courtyard...that is, the house is old. In fact, it is still good. This hutong is still spacious and not too deep. It is convenient to go in and out. It is not far from the bus station. The key is to get away from the school you are going to, and to go through the two streets. The hutong is the school. It takes less than 20 minutes to walk, and it takes seven or eight minutes to ride a bicycle."

Xiaoqiu had already learned about what was close to the school. She only grasped the regret of Xiaoye’s ‘house is old’. It’s really complicated!

This old-fashioned old courtyard, for twenty years, is a good thing that no money can buy! Now I still think about it, I still compare this yard with the unit building! Really awkward!

As far as she knows, the unit buildings in the 70s and 80s were mostly small units of 40 to 50 square meters and 50 to 60 square meters. They have independent kitchen and bathroom, but generally have no living room, only aisles and living rooms... Don’t let her take a small yard. For such a ruined unit building, it is the bungalow house on the upper and lower floors. She is also determined not to change!

The price of the unit building is five times ten times longer. The price of the villa house is not as good as that of the unit building, but the price of the complete courtyard house is all the way, two or thirty times longer, and there is no price!

The mind turned quickly. After she clearly understood the history (trend) of Beijing’s housing price surge, she secretly made a fist in her heart and set a small goal: to try to buy as many properties as possible, especially the old house in the courtyard. There are still some purchases, and there is no limit to buy!

For a long time, she returned to Song Xiucheng with a sentence: "What unit, the pigeon cage is almost the same, give me ten sets of eight sets and do not change! ... Xiao Yan, eat noodles? Does it use spicy fish or egg to beat the rice? ?"

Listening to the previous domineering response, Song Xiucheng did not take it seriously and shook his head: "Spicy fish... or I am going to cook, you will take a break..."

Unfortunately, before he finished, Xiaoqiu had already stepped into the kitchen that he had already seen.

Zheng Qiushi's preparations are very complete. There are rice noodles in the kitchen with salt and vinegar sauce. Two cups of noodles are placed in the rice cupboard. Xiaoqiu looks at the red glittering five-pointed star on the package. The two sides are quotes of 'self-reliance, hard struggle'. A small line printed with the Beijing Red Star Flour Mill. The quotation is also printed on the small package of the hanging surface, which is also the characteristics of the times.

There are even two onions, three potatoes and bell peppers in a basket under the rice cabinet. Xiaoqiu took it and looked down. The potato buds were smooth and there was no germination. The skin of the round pepper was also clean and full. It should have been bought by Zheng Qiushi. Looking at the cold and degenerate appearance in the kitchen, Zheng Qiushi actually did not open the gang, and these dishes and ingredients were obviously prepared for them.

Xiaoqiu’s heart is slightly warmer – although Zheng Laotou’s academics are harsh and ruthless, people are not bad!

Rice noodles are time-consuming to do, the weather is late, people are tired, and Xiaoqiu chooses to make noodles.

There are a lot of noodles stored in her big bowl, but when she first arrived in Beijing, she was unfamiliar with everything. When she was cautious, she used the noodles prepared by Zheng Qiushi.

The noodles of the noodles are not refined enough, some are black, and they are tumbling in the boiling water. It is not pleasing to the eye. However, Xiaoqiu knows that the wheat in this time rarely uses chemical fertilizers and pesticides, and the real green is purely natural. Moreover, there is not much additive in the production of noodles, and no black seasoning such as gelatin is added to increase the toughness of the noodles. It is a real relief food, as long as it is not stored for too long, or mildew occurs. The worms and the noodles taste generally good.

Smelling the aroma of the wheat noodles in the pot, Xiaoqiu, whose belly creaked, involuntarily accelerated the movements on the hands.

The pot was cooked, and under her hand, an egg-sized potato had been cut into thin potato. Rinse the chopped potatoes with water for two times, put on the spoon, and boil in the noodle pot for a minute, too cold, add appropriate amount of spicy fish, green pepper, and onion.

The noodles are cooked at this time. Xiaoqiu takes two white porcelain bowls and noodles. The prepared halo is covered on the noodles, and the soup is topped. The spicy and fried noodles are finished. .

Song Xiucheng had already taken a shower and changed a clean hurdle vest with knee shorts. Xiaoqiu put the noodles out, and the two of them ate on the stone table under the pomegranate tree in the yard.

Did not open to eat, Song Xiucheng first picks the noodles and the hazelnuts with chopsticks, mixes evenly, the strong scent of the hot air, let his appetite wide open, can not help but praise: "This taste is enough , enough fragrance!"

For a moment, I was a little surprised: "And green peppers and potatoes?"

Xiaoqiu has picked the noodle entrance and listened to him. He said vaguely: "Zheng Lao...the master bought it."

Song Xiucheng disapproved of Xiaoqiu’s eyes. Xiaoqiu knew that he did not agree with his nickname ‘Zheng Laotou’, and quickly smiled and smiled. Song Xiucheng saw her misunderstanding, and did not say anything, bowed his head.

At the entrance of the noodles, he immediately lit his eyes, swallowed the food in his mouth, and gave a thumbs up to Xiaoqiu: "Small autumn is not bad, the craft is not worse than your grandmother!"

Xiaoqiu smirked smugly, but still modestly said: "Although not bad, but a little worse than my grandmother."

After the meal, Song Xiucheng took the initiative to wash the dishes and brush the pot. Xiaoqiu took the clothes and took the water into the house to scrub. At this time, she found another unsatisfactory place. There was a well in the small courtyard, and it was well water. However, there is no perfect sewer system, and there is no bathroom or bathing equipment. In the summer of bathing, she used the sun in the big tank in the yard. In winter, she could only go to the public bathhouse.

Although not as perfect as I imagined, it is much better than the life she didn't have at home. She is content and happy!