A Rural Life in the 70s

There are not many staff in the grain station, because there is a big drying field, so the yard is very big. Xiaoqiu comes out of the gate and does not have to go to the Hongqi Hotel to go around the yard. The wall slowly walked, and there was a trench outside the yard. The water in the ditch was not deep, and some eucalyptus and eucalyptus trees were on the side of the ditch.

Xiaoqiu hangs his head and suddenly finds a large piece of thatch on the edge of the sun.

She suddenly remembered a kind of grain flute that was often taken when she was a child. It was the tidbit of the thatched grass that was just sprouting. Before it sprouted, it was very tender and can be eaten with a slight sweet taste.

She was originally small and thin, wearing a gray-toned clothes, squatting in the forage of thirty or forty centimeters, and she couldn't see her.

After all, it’s not a child. I sometimes think of a child’s gadget, but I don’t really want to eat ‘谷笛’. I pulled out a small hand and felt that my legs and feet were a little numb, so I was ready to withdraw.

But when she was ready to get up, she heard someone whispering in the distance: "... Did the girl come to Song Xiucheng?"

Xiaoqiu, who didn't care much about it, but after hearing the name of Xiaoyan, took a breath, relapsed, held his breath, and concentrated on listening.

But listening to another slightly hoarse voice, with a flattering voice: "A lot of days have not come, this is just coming... Well, Song Xiucheng's two nephews are in the house, they can't be anecdote!"

Hey, the slap is crisp!

The voice in front of the voice was irritated, and Sensen said: "Become your mother!! You have done it. You are only optimistic. In the second half of the year... In the second half of the year, when the students and military personnel are assigned in the compound, Personnel transfer is not obvious."

Xiaoqiu’s hands clenched into fists, and she could conclude that the promised person was the person behind the scenes that framed Xiaoyan.

In the last life, although she finally had some eyebrows in the investigation, she finally could not be finalized. At this time, when she heard this conversation, she thought about getting up and seeing the true face of this person in the first time, but only in reason. After all, she has the upper hand... If a little girl reveals herself at this time, she will not be able to say anything, but she may put herself in danger. She is on the edge of the ditch. If she is drowned in the water, she will only become an accidental drowning when she is afraid. No one will think that it is a murder!

Finally, she waited until the footsteps of the two people gradually drifted away, went to the road, and had the sound of pushing the bicycle... No longer, the man left, Xiaoqiu supported a small banyan tree beside him. Slowly stood up and looked over to the highway, but after a while, I saw only one back riding on the car, not short, wearing a green military uniform, labor blue pants, such a dress, a street catch One. Just when Xiaoqiu was disappointed, she finally noticed that the man was wearing a pair of black shoes on the car's feet!

Most people in this era still wear hand-made shoes, and many people like to wear military yellow rubber shoes. Some students and young people wear white shoes. Young people wearing leather shoes are really not many in this small county. There are even a handful of them.

"Hey! Fuck your mother!" A curse came, awakening the meditation of Xiaoqiu.

She realized that there was still another person, she still had the danger of being discovered, so she quickly and squatted and hid her body behind the banyan tree...

Almost at the same time as Xiaoqiu’s squatting, the monk turned back and unconsciously glanced at the ditch, turned and kicked, and cursed as he whispered, and walked away.

Liu Junhong slaps a slap in the face, naturally hates to hit him to the sea, but more hate is Song Xiucheng who is a temporary worker at the same time as he entered the grain station.

Speaking of it, Song Xiucheng and his classmates, high school for three years, classmates. Because of this, Liu Junhong is exceptionally unbalanced. He is the same high school student. He is still a poor farmer from the roots of Miaohong. Song Xiucheng is still a small owner, but when he is in school, Song Xiucheng’s grades are good. Teachers like it. We also liked that even the county party secretary, Liu Fangfang, who was regarded as the goddess by the school's male students, also had an eye on Song Xiucheng. It is clear that the grain stations that two people entered at the same time are also temporary workers. Song Xiucheng has exceptional leadership and appreciation. In less than half a year, he independently manages the accounts of a granary and goes out into the warehouse. In normal times, he only needs to look at the pounds and keep accounts. And he, just like many of the hard-working temporary workers, resisting hundreds of pounds of sacks, cleaning the warehouse, loading and unloading the truck, drying the food... Anyway, tired and heavy, can't run!

Because of this, when he looked for him to the ocean and asked him to monitor Liu Fangfang and Song Xiucheng, he agreed. Of course, every time he comes to the ocean, he will also give him some money and food stamps... and promise to help him turn right, and transfer him into the compound to go to work.

Into the grain station door, Liu Junhong glanced at the Song Xiucheng dormitory, and spit a bite, hate in the heart: let the dog and men squat for a few more days, waiting for him to find the opportunity, that is, when they are good at the end of the day! At that time, I am afraid that I can't find a cry! Haha...

"Hey, you are awkward and don't go in, here is the probe for the brain to dry up?" Wu Ge's voice appeared behind him, and Xiaoqiu was shocked, and a grain flute in her hand was also scattered. Ground.

Seeing the young boy with a sly look, Xiao Qiu Lian did not have the strength to bicker with him. He looked down at the valley flute on the ground, and said nothing, turned and went inside.

"Hey, are you angry? I can't do it for you... Hey, you are so stupid, you are not so scared, you are not scared..." Wu Gezhen smashed two valley flutes. Kung Fu, as soon as he looked up, Xiaoqiu went into the gate. He quickly jumped up to chase, and whispered.

Xiaoqiu’s anger and anger were broken up by the second boy. She sighed helplessly and stopped to look back. She went to Wu Ge’s past: “Shut up!... More than the old lady!"

"Hey, shut up and shut up, I am a lot of adults, don't know your little girl... What, you say who is the old lady?"

Two people noisy and returned to the door of Song Xiucheng's dormitory. Xiaoqiu remembered that he was stunned and forgot to take out the chicken... She didn't have a basket, and the schoolbag was also loaned to her own lady. It really didn't. Covering things, then, Xiaoqiu can only pretend to take out a paper bag from his arms.

Wu Ge’s face looked like a ghost, pointing to the paper bag in Xiaoqiu’s hand: “This is... what is this, you are in your arms...”