Hello, 1983

"Hey, Qingshan, why did you push the bicycle of literature here, don't break it!"

In the yard, when Liu Jinfeng saw his brother pushing a bicycle in, he immediately recognized it as Gao Wenxue's broken bicycle.

After all, in the entire Jiapigou, in addition to a bicycle in the captain's house, it is Gao Wenxue's one, and she has never ridden it.

At that time, if there was a new bicycle, it was more arrogant than the BMW Audi in the future.

"Sister, you haven't married yet, so why did you start protecting your family?"

Liu Qingshan joked in his mouth.

In exchange, Liu Jinfeng pinched his ear and twisted it half a turn.

"It hurts!"

It really hurts this time, Liu Qingshan grinned straightly: "Sister, I will ride a bicycle to sell vegetables in the county tomorrow. Anyway, I can't eat the vegetables in the garden. Let's see if I can exchange some money."

There is no good money for the time being, and now there is still summer vacation, and he is going to try it.

Stop by the county town to see if you can find any good business opportunities.

The quality of life at home needs to be improved, the eldest sister also needs money for her marriage, the second sister needs money for her studies, and the grandfather needs money for her eyes.

He has some plans in his mind, but it takes time to implement them. In a short period of time, no effect can be seen.

Moreover, if he wants to do something, he also needs start-up capital, and he urgently needs to earn the first pot of gold.

Hearing what his brother said, Liu Jinfeng let go and blew on his brother's red ears: "Qingshan, the county town is forty or fifty miles away, you haven't been to it yet. Besides, do you know how to ride a bicycle?"

"Sister, just take a look."

After all, Liu Qingshan flew into the car, rode a bicycle for a walk in the street, and also performed a stunt of holding the handle with one hand and bending over to pick up the soil.

"Okay, okay, let's see if you can."

Liu Jinfeng complained in his mouth, but with a smile on his face, he went back to the house to cook with confidence.

When it was about dinner time, grandma came over with grandpa, still carrying large and small parcels.

Liu Qingshan glanced at it, this is not the four boxes of gifts sent by the prospective brother-in-law. Except for the two bottles of wine that were left by the grandfather, the remaining three were brought.

Two packs of trough cake, two catties of white sugar, plus two bottles of canned food, one bottle of hawthorn, and one bottle of orange petals.

The eyes of the old Si Caifeng were rounded at that time.

Putting these things on the kang, grandma touched the little head of the fourth child and said, "This is for your eldest sister's body. Our Caifeng is sensible and can't argue with the eldest sister."

The little fourth's face twitched suddenly, but he still nodded: "Milk, I know that the eldest sister has a baby in her belly."

This girl is a ghost, she just listened to the adults when they were chatting.

As a result, Liu Jinfeng got a big red face, and Lin Zhi also quickly warned: "Sifenger, you must not go out and tell others."

"Don't talk, don't talk!"

The little fourth raised a small fist and said with oath.

In the end, half of the trough cake and canned sugar should be given to grandparents.

In this era of scarcity of materials, it is too difficult to eat good food.

Therefore, it feels extraordinarily fragrant when it is eaten, and it has been memorable for decades.

"Dad, Mom, look at the two elders, what should I do with Da Feng'er's marriage?"

Lin Zhi poured water for the two old people, and then started a small family meeting.

The participants were mainly grandparents, Lin Zhi and Liu Jinfeng. As for Liu Yinfeng, Liu Qingshan and Liu Caifeng, they also attended the meeting.

Grandpa spoke first: "Literature child, no one is here at home. According to the old rules, it is the son-in-law of our old Liu family, so we are responsible for the arrangement."

"If it is according to the old principles, even if they have children, they have to follow the surname of our old Liu family.

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Liu Qingshan blinked: The old man has set the tone, but this idea is still a bit outdated.

Of course, that's what he thought about it, but he didn't dare to say it, after all, there were small bumps on his head that were knocked out by a broom.

After hearing this, Lin Zhi was stunned for a moment, and her face became even paler: It is too difficult for this family who can barely make do with food and clothing to arrange a marriage.

Even if you don't prepare a banquet and send some happy candies to relatives and friends, but the two children have to make new clothes, right? Gotta make some new quilts, right?

Where will this money come from?

Although the land was divided last winter, everyone cultivated their own crops, and they are very motivated. By autumn, they will definitely be able to raise a lot of grain and make more money.

But that's still a few months away.

Da Feng'er's belly will definitely have to show her pregnancy by then, absolutely not, even her mother, she has no face.

Liu Qingshan kept staring at his mother, seeing the frown of the old lady, she couldn't help but feel distressed for a while: For this family, it is too difficult for my mother!

Thinking that a month later, he was admitted to high school, and his mother had to support two high school students alone.

Then after the New Year, the eldest sister gave birth, and the burden of the family was all on her mother's already thin shoulders.

So much so that, by the time Liu Qingshan finished college, his mother was completely exhausted in the corn field.

And then... never got up.

No, none of this will happen again!

Liu Qingshan muttered silently in his heart. .

Obviously, Liu Jinfeng also knew the situation at home, so he said, "Honey, I'm married, not a son-in-law. If you get married, you should go to literature, right?"

"No!"

Grandpa said again, "Literature and pole live in the north and south kang, and the house is similar to a pigsty. pole is an old bachelor again, who knows what kind of shit he can do."

Liu Qingshan thought about the scene he just saw, that Uncle Pole, who is still walking birds in broad daylight, who can rest assured?

Looking for a house again, now not everyone in the village is crowded, and there is no room available.

As for building a new house, even Liu Qingshan does not dare to think about it now.

At this time, I heard my grandmother say: "Zhi'er, this thing is for you, go to the county to exchange some money, and take care of the marriage for Da Fenger."

I saw my grandmother talking, she took out a small cloth bag from her arms, opened it, and there was a double gold bracelet inside.

The surface is a bit old and not so golden, but Baoguang is restrained and still attracts attention.

"Mom, you can't do it, you can't do it at all." Lin Zhi said when she saw it and waved her hands.

Of course she knew that this was a piece of jewelry that the old lady had given her when she got married.

In the past few years, other objects have been sold one after another to subsidize the household, but now, this is the only thing left.

There is also Liu Jinfeng, who also stepped forward with red eyes, wrapped the bracelet again, and stuffed it back into grandma's hands: "Grandma, even if I don't get married, I can't sell this thing."

"It's all new things to do now. When the time comes, buy some wedding candy, and our family will have a reunion dinner, that's all!"

"Well, this thing will be passed on to you sooner or later anyway." The old lady patted Liu Jinfeng's hand and said with concern.

Then the old man also spoke: "Okay, it's settled as such, keep this bracelet, and it's better to sell it to Jinfeng to do errands."

This time, no one dared to refute.

At home, the old man's words are just one word.

For a time, the atmosphere in the room was a little dull, only Liu Yinfeng was still there with his head down to compete with English books.

"Caifeng, I'll give you a trough cake."

Grandma loved her little granddaughter and opened her share of pastry.

It is covered with yellow oiled paper and wrapped with thin paper ropes on all sides. Although there is a layer of paper, there is still the aroma of cakes.

The things at that time were all real materials and did not contain any additives.

The fourth child was actually greedy for a long time, glanced at his mother, then quickly took it, put it to his mouth, and nibbled slowly.

"Brother, you also have a taste, just a small one, and I will send the rest to Shan Xing."

After nibbling on half of the sweet and glutinous trough cake, the little guy brought the trough cake to Liu Qingshan's mouth.

Although later generations have eaten and seen it, but smelling the aroma of the pastry, Liu Qingshan felt that this is the best taste in the world.

"Go, give it to Shan Xing."

Liu Qingshan was satisfied when he heard it, waved his hand and said.

Seeing the fourth child jumping out of the house, the grandmother sighed: "Fortunately, literature is a good child, not like Shan Xing's father, leaving our big Fenger, so, this marriage is even more impossible. It was sloppy."

Alas, Lin Zhi could only let out a helpless sigh.

At this moment, the fourth child ran back again, followed by another little yellow-haired girl, Shan Xing'er.

Shan Xing'er bowed sensible and said timidly: "My mother called me over, thank you grandparents, thank you Aunt Lin."

Although her mother is crazy, she is not always crazy.

Usually, it looks like a normal person, but there are always a few days every month when I get sick, and I sing songs in my mouth, singing everywhere in the village.

"Look, what a sensible child."

Grandma touched her brown and dry hair lovingly and said lovingly.

At this time, the little mouth of the fourth child started to report again: "Grandma, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Mother, sister, the Clivia is blooming in the yard, and it looks good!"

Clivia is blooming, okay, okay, while grandma nodded, she lifted her coat and wiped the corners of her eyes.

Even Grandpa's eyes twitched a few times: Junzilan, Zijun, my good son!

Lin Zhi also had red eyes. This Clivia was planted by her husband back then, and it was the only thought of the family.

Liu Qingshan is also full of grief. He sees things and thinks about people.

"Let's take a look, it's Zijun who knows there is a happy event at home."

The old man's voice trembled a little, Liu Qingshan hurried up to help his grandfather, and everyone came to the yard together.

In the yard, there is a small pergola, and there are one big, three and four small pots of flowers, all of which are Clivia.

A few small plants were transplanted from the big pots one after another, just like the children at home, growing up day by day.

Lin Zhi took good care of these potted flowers, loosening the soil, fertilizing and watering them, just like taking care of her husband back then.

Flowers also know how to repay, so the growth is gratifying, the thick leaves are black and green, and the surface is shining with a layer of luster.

One of the small pots is blooming, and the flowers are also beautiful. On a pavilion, there is a circle of gorgeous flowers, blooming with the color and vitality of life.

"Good-looking, really good-looking."

Grandma murmured while holding back tears.

The mother also turned around and gently wiped the crystals from the corners of her eyes. Liu Qingshan, who was next to her, seemed to hear her mother whispering softly: gentleman, son, gentleman...

At this moment, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he said with surprise: "Grandpa, grandma, mother, sister, this flower is the huge wealth that my father left us!"