With a Door In Mind

It hasn't been long since the quotation came out, less than half a year, and the supply and marketing cooperative was the first to come into contact with it.

It is also the first group of people to learn.

Wait six or six years.

When I go out and meet people without saying a word of quotations, I feel that my thoughts are not positive enough.

The car slid towards his yard.

This year's winter is colder than previous years, and the surrounding lakes have been covered with a thick layer of ice, which is rare in previous years.

The cold wind blowing in front of him was like a knife, and it hurt a little bit on the face.

Although I am slightly more resistant to freezing than ordinary people, it is also limited.

Fortunately, my scarf was tucked into the collar of the cotton jacket, otherwise the cold wind would blow into my stomach, and it would be sour.

The gloomy sky indicates that it will either rain or snow these two days.

Back in the yard, I saw Zhou Xiaomi beside the water tank, holding a wooden stick in his hand, beating the ice cubes.

Both faces were flushed from the cold, and they were still playing there very vigorously.

"Hey, stop knocking, you broke the water tank."

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan yelled. This accidentally hit the water tank. I have to run to buy it.

"Brother, no, I'm very careful." Zhou Xiaomi replied after hearing the words, playing there on his own.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan came over and touched her hand. It still feels warm.

I don't care about her anymore.

When she came to the main room, Yang Yuemei was sewing cotton shoes. The damper of the coal stove next to it was slightly opened, and a large aluminum kettle above it was steaming.

And on the handle next to the coal stove, there are a few insoles sandwiched.

It is too cold in winter, and it is difficult to dry the insoles of washed clothes, so they can only be baked in a warm place.

Zhou Xiaohe, on the other hand, was sitting around the stove, reading comic books while keeping warm.

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan come in,

Only then did Yang Yuemei realize that it was getting late.

"Hey, why did you come back so soon? I haven't cooked yet. Wait a minute, I'll cook."

After finishing speaking, he was ready to put down the needlework in his hand.

"No, I'll cook." Zhou Xiaochuan stopped Yang Yuemei from moving, and poured a little boiling water from the big kettle into the big magnetic tank. Then he asked strangely: "Mom, why did you make insoles for Xiaomi again?"

The size of the insole in the other party's hand looked like Xiaomi's.

Hearing this, Yang Yuemei looked at Zhou Xiaomi who was playing outside angrily.

"Look, if you play like her, how many insoles can hold her like this."

Hearing Yang Yuemei's words. Holding the big tea mug in his hand, Zhou Xiaochuan said righteously: "Mother, I have told you so many times, if she is too skinny next time, she should be beaten. Otherwise, she will easily grow crooked when she grows up. "

Yang Yuemei glanced at him angrily when she heard the words, "Then you beat me?"

Zhou Xiaochuan was embarrassed for a moment, it seemed that he had never fought.

However, Xiaomi has always been sensible and distressing.

When it's basically nothing to make people angry, I do some small bad things occasionally, but it's not a matter of principle such as stealing or lying.

Thinking of not paying attention to her shoes just now, she turned around and came to the yard. At this time, she had knocked out a hole in the middle of the ice in the water tank.

There has been some water on the ground.

"Ouch... Ouch..."

"Brother, why are you pulling my ears?"

Zhou Xiaomi was having a good time, when Zhou Xiaochuan pulled his ears and went back to the main room.

Howling all the way there.

"Okay, does it really hurt that much?" Zhou Xiaochuan was speechless as he watched the other party's movements. I didn't make much effort myself.

After Zhou Xiaochuan let go of her hand, she quickly rubbed her ears, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why doesn't it hurt! Let me try to pull it off."

Hearing her words, Zhou Xiaochuan gave her a disdainful look, but ignored her.

Straight to the kitchen.

Zhou Xiaohe looked at the comic book in his hand, and said without raising his head: "I told you not to go out to play in the water, but you didn't believe me. You should be scolded."

"Hmph," Zhou Xiaomi snorted at him wrinkling his nose, and then went to take the comic book from the other party's hand, "Who told you not to play with me?"

Seeing that the comic book in her hand was snatched by her, she ignored her, took another one from the side drawer, and continued to read.

I don't know children.

In winter, it is still suitable to eat something warm and tonic like mutton.

Take a large piece of lamb and cut it into thin slices. Save some to cut into chunks.

Heat the oil in a pan, fry the chunks of mutton in the pan, add some spices such as star anise and cinnamon, and finally add some water and ginger cooking wine to make a pot of soup base.

Then he came to the wall of the yard and chopped a Chinese cabbage that was already withered and yellow and some green vegetables with yellow cores.

It was planted in autumn.

At this time, the frozen Chinese cabbage and green vegetables are the best.

Peel off the outer skin to reveal the tender heart of the cabbage inside.

After cleaning, a large pot of side dishes came out.

Dinner is still rice.

"Mom, bring the stove over here, we'll eat in the kitchen today." Zhou Xiaochuan yelled to the main room when he saw that it was almost the same.

Hearing this, Yang Yuemei took the big kettle off the coal stove and went to the kitchen with the coal stove.

Zhou Xiaochuan took a small iron pot and put it on the coal stove.

Pour the boiled soup base into it, and then sprinkle some chopped green onion and garlic sprouts in it.

Then he shouted to the main room: "If you two don't eat, we will eat first."

As soon as the voice came, there was an answering voice, "Come, come."

Xiaomi trotted over, and Zhou Xiaohe followed.

Zhou Xiaohe is now 14 years old, and will be 15 years old after this new year. No longer as naughty as before.

The four of them gathered around the coal stove, holding a rice bowl, eating from a hot pot, and putting vegetables into the pot from time to time to boil them.

Several people chatted while eating.

Then he talked about Zhou Xiaomi going to school next year.

Zhou Xiaohe muttered, "Brother, why do you want to reform education now? Isn't it still eight years?"

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled and said, "You ask me, how do I know. I guess I feel that the content of primary school is relatively simple, so there is no need for 6 years! 2 years of junior high school is still too short. You can learn more in three years."

When he said this, he suddenly paused, as if he had overlooked a very important issue.

Xiaomi had been in kindergarten before, so he didn't care too much.

Now the primary school has been changed to grade 5. When I graduated from primary school in 1969, it happened to catch up with the second wave of going to the mountains and going to the countryside.

The fall of '68 seemed to be the first wave.

Thinking of this, he was a little hesitant, he would have to go even after graduating from primary school.

Although he still remembered some, it was only limited to the group of the third class.

That is, students from 66 to 68 in the three years.

The so-called "old three" refers to those who are in school, the 66th, 67th, and 68th, junior high school students. At that time, schools were piled up due to special reasons, and by 1968, there was a unique phenomenon of six classes of middle school students graduating in the same year.

These people graduated in 1968 and basically went to farms or rural areas.

And those college students are "social idlers" who go to the countryside to jump in the queue.

As for graduating from elementary school, I really haven't heard of it.

It seems that I have to find some time to go to the Educated Youth Office to inquire about it. Otherwise, he couldn't accept that the little guy would go to the north to jump in the queue when he was 13 years old.

"Brother, what's the matter with you? Are you still angry with me?" Zhou Xiaomi asked cautiously seeing his brother in a daze.

Zhou Xiaochuan's thoughts were interrupted by Xiaomi's voice, and he turned around and smiled, "Oh, it's nothing. Hurry up and eat."

Hearing the words, the other party let out a soft oh.

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