A Rural Life in the 70s

She asked Xiao Xiao to know that the surname Liao was decentralized to the farm for transformation, and she had a very good lung disease, and she could no longer work again. So, in order to let Song Qiuzhi be healed in the near future, after the farmer negotiated with the town, he handed over the surname Liao to the town, and temporarily lived in the two classrooms where the village primary school was empty, and Xiaoqiu’s family was on the main street. The tile house is separated by more than a dozen families.

Taiqiu Village Primary School Xiaoqiu knows it, and it is also an adobe house, but the roof is hung with a red tile. The classrooms are all two rooms in Datong. There are no partitions. They haven’t lived for a long time. I’m afraid that they are leaking around...

Song Xiuju’s own family is also suffering, but still does not improve the good heart, but also sighs for the father and son: "It is all difficult..."

- It’s been 75 years, and the hardships of these people are coming out.

Xiaoqiu listened to the words and talked, but the mind has turned to a few people who have been born again: Zheng Qiushi, such as Wu Haigang, and then the father and son of the surname Liao, another year, up to two years, they It is time to return to the world that belonged to them. Can you meet these people and get acquainted with each other? Is it another welfare that is reborn?

After all, it was not the kind of temper who was good at welcoming the handover. This thought was just a turn in my heart, and I was thrown aside by Xiao Qiu, because she remembered another welfare of the rebirth, that is, the recycling station Taobao!

Looks like, all the rebirth people will go to the waste point, recycling station Taobao ah ... not to mention the side, this is the era of households have a chapter, quotations, it is also very valuable to save. Not to mention, antiques and antiques that are not valued at all, old books and old books...

After all, Taiping Town is not big. In fact, there is no special waste collection station. It only has a counter in the supply and marketing agency's acquisition station to recycle old scrap iron and other old books. Xiaoqiu did not dare to report any hopes, but he also had to try his luck, not to mention the side, can find a few old books to see it. She had two first-grade textbooks at home, and it was used by her cousin. The old book covers were gone, and the pages of the books flew up.

Song Xiuju took a good quilt for Xiaoqiu and said a few words in a low voice. He gradually calmed down and fell asleep in a while.

Xiaoqiu had something in her heart, she couldn’t sleep, so she lay down for a while, listening to the little cockroach breathing and growing up, knowing that Xiaoxiao was sleeping, and then quietly climbed down, wearing cotton shoes, and picking up the stack. In the scarf of the skull, I picked up the curtain and went out.

The basket she brought was too big and it was inconvenient. Xiao Qiu went to the kitchen cabinet behind the stove to take a wicker tweezers, took out some rice cakes inside, and put them in the cupboard. He went back to the back of the door and pretended to be in the basket she brought. In fact, I took two canned bottles of sesame salt from the big blue-flower bowl and put it in the scorpion. According to Laojiao, the last time I brought sesame salt to Wu Harbor, Zheng Qiushi also liked it, so she made two more bottles. Give Song Qiu Shi a bottle and the other bottle to Hu Qiuju.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoqiu turned back and saw Song Xiucheng stepping in from outside the house: "Oh, you have a little girl hiding hidden goods. What good things do I look at?"

Xiaoqiu was in a hurry, only forced himself to calm down, to observe the expression of Song Xiucheng, seeing that he only focused his attention on the scorpion, and there was no strange expression, which made him secretly relieved. Then, when Song Xiucheng’s hand was about to hit the scorpion, Xiao Qiu turned his body and let him grab an empty space. Then he slipped past Song Xiucheng like a muddy, skipped the threshold and ran away.

When she ran to the gate, she stopped and went back to the small cockroach who was chasing the door of the house to make a face: "Hey, good things, just don't give it to you!" After shouting, he quickly sneaked away.

Song Xiucheng stood at the door of the house, blinking, rubbing his feet, threatening his face, may wish to have a hand from the door of his aging mother, and slap a slap in the face: "It’s quite a big person, like a child, Xiaoqiu. Oh, you have nothing to bully her!"

"I just teased her to play..." Song Xiucheng touched his head and smiled. He turned back and explained to the old lady. When he turned his head, he saw Xiaoqiu groping his head at the gate and making a grin on his cheeks.

Xiaoqiu came out from the house and looked around at the supply and marketing agency and the acquisition station in Laojie.

Because of the Chinese New Year holiday, the supply and marketing cooperatives and the acquisition station are closed, and the iron gates attached to the station after the purchase are hung. The sales and marketing department's sales department simply went to the wooden doors and windows, and couldn't see the inside... Xiaoqiu sighed and turned away, while thinking in his heart, he could get something to change some money... She had to give herself money. Take it out and find an excuse.

However, she did not dare to do things that were too out of sight. The grandfather’s legs were only injured and they could not be bothered. If you can go to the county town, the county has a large population, and there are people who don’t know, and there are few things to do, and you don’t have to worry about what to do.

As she figured out how she could go to the county town, she walked toward the health center on the west side of the river.

Most of the hospitals are also on holiday, leaving only three or four people on duty. Hu Qiuju was there, but she was not in the examination room. Instead, she went to the clinic to act as a temporary nurse. She was dressing a wound to a ten-year-old boy who was injured by firecrackers.

The boy’s injured his thumb, simply did not hurt the roots... Hu Qiuju wiped the child with an alcohol cotton ball, hurting the child’s head and arching in the arms of a middle-aged man, yelling, the middle-aged should be a child The father, who also had a tangled face, clutched his son’s other arm tightly, and he couldn’t bear to keep his head aside...

Xiaoqiu opened the door and walked in. Hu Qiuju looked up and saw Xiaoqiu, and immediately smiled: "Small autumn is coming, you sit first, I will be busy in a while."

"Hey, Hu Aunt, you are busy, I am waiting." Xiao Qiuqi walked to the side and stood still, watching Hu Qiuju clean the wounds for the boys, and then took out the bandages and began to bandage.

The pain was light, and the boy looked at it and noticed the girl who came in. After a while, the boy said with a slight hesitation: "You are Sanhe Village?"

Xiaoqiu turned to look back when she heard the inquiry. It was also a glimpse. The boy with a nose and tears on his face was named Liu Zhenhe. She knew... It’s more than knowing, she used to be married with him. Have experienced a few years of marriage life!

However, because she had to be distracted to take care of her sick father, she had always insisted on complaining about her death, and she refused to ask her children. Liu Zhenhe then proposed a divorce.

After a lifetime, I saw this person again, or the bear child who was dragging his nose and tears. Xiaoqiu was a little embarrassed.