With a Door In Mind

It hasn't been long since the quotations came out, less than half a year. The supply and marketing agency was the first to come into contact with this thing.

They are also the first to learn.

Wait six or six years.

When I go out to meet people without saying a single quote, I feel that my thoughts are not positive enough.

The car slid toward the yard.

This winter is colder than usual, and the surrounding lake has formed a thick layer of ice, which is rare in previous years.

The cold wind blowing in the face is like a knife, and it hurts a bit on the face.

Although it is slightly more resistant to freezing than the average person, it has a limit.

Fortunately, my scarf was tucked into the neckline of the padded jacket, otherwise the cold wind would pour 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, he saw Zhou Xiaomi was beside the water tank, holding a wooden stick in his hand, tapping on the ice cubes.

The faces of the two were frozen red, and they were still playing with great energy.

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

Zhou Xiaochuan shouted when he saw this. This accidentally hit the water tank. Gotta go and buy it.

"Brother, no, I'm very careful." Zhou Xiaomi replied when he heard the words, and played there on his own.

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

Don't care about her anymore.

When they came to the main room, Yang Yuemei was sewing cotton shoes. The air door of the coal stove next to it was opened very small, and a large aluminum kettle above was steaming hot at this time.

On the handle next to the coal stove, there are several insoles.

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

Zhou Xiaohe, on the other hand, was surrounded by the stove, reading the villain's book while warming up.

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

"No, let me cook." Zhou Xiaochuan stopped Yang Yuemei's movements and poured some boiling water from the large kettle into the large magnetic tank. Then he asked strangely, "Mother, why are you making insoles for Xiaomi again?"

The size of the insole in the other party's hand is that of Xiaomi.

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

"Look at how many insoles can fit her like this."

Hear what Yang Yuemei said. Zhou Xiaochuan held a large tea jar in his hand, and said righteously: "Mother, I have said it many times, if she is too skinny next time, she should be beaten. Otherwise, it will easily become crooked when she grows up. "

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

Zhou Xiaochuan was embarrassed for a moment, as if he had never fought.

However, Xiaomi has always been sensible and distressed.

When there is basically nothing to make people angry, occasionally do some small bad things, but it is 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 a hole out of the ice in the water tank.

There has been some water on the ground.

"Ouch... oops..."

"Brother, why are you pulling my ears?"

Zhou Xiaomi was having a good time when he was suddenly pulled by Zhou Xiaochuan's ears and returned to the main room.

Screaming 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, she quickly rubbed her ears and said dissatisfiedly, "Why doesn't it hurt! Let me try it out."

Hearing her words, Zhou Xiaochuan gave her a contemptuous look and ignored her.

Straight to the kitchen.

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

"Hmph," Zhou Xiaomi hummed at him with a wrinkled nose when he heard the words, and then went over to take the villain book from the other party's hand, "Who told you not to play with me."

Seeing that the villain book in her hand was taken away by her, she ignored her, took another book from the drawer next to it, and continued to read it.

I don't know children.

In winter, it is still suitable to eat a warming and nourishing thing like mutton.

Take a large piece of lamb and cut it into thin slices. Left some cut into pieces.

Heat oil in a pot, fry the mutton in chunks, add some spices like star anise 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 up a yellowed Chinese cabbage and some green vegetables with yellow cores.

This is planted in the fall.

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

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

Washed clean, a large pot of side dishes came out.

Dinner is still rice.

"Mother, bring the stove over here and eat in the kitchen today." Zhou Xiaochuan called to the main room when he saw that it was almost the same.

Hearing this, Yang Yuemei took down the large kettle from the coal stove, and carried the coal stove to the kitchen.

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 into 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.

Now Zhou Xiaohe is 14 years old, and after this New Year, he will be 15 years old. Not as naughty as before.

Four people gathered around the coal stove, carrying a rice bowl, eating a hot pot, and from time to time they put green vegetables into the pot to scald.

Several people chatted while eating.

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

Zhou Xiaohe murmured, "Brother, why do you think you are doing education reform now? Isn't it still eight years?"

Zhou Xiaochuan said with a smile: "You ask me how 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 in junior high school is still too short. Three years can learn more."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, and he felt as if he had overlooked a very important issue.

Before Xiaomi had been in kindergarten, I didn't care too much.

Now the primary school has been changed to grade 5. When I graduated from primary school in 1969, it was just in time for the second wave of going to the mountains and the countryside.

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

Thinking of this, he was a little hesitant. He wouldn't have to go after graduating from elementary school.

Although he still remembers some, it is only limited to this group of people from the third generation.

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

The so-called third-year-old refers to the three-year junior and senior high school students who are in school, the 66th, the 67th, and the 68th. At that time, due to the accumulation of schools due to special reasons, in 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 all went to farms or villages.

And those college students go to the countryside as "social idlers" to jump the queue.

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

It seems that I have to find some time to go to the educated youth office to inquire about it. Otherwise, when the little guy is 13 years old, he will not be able to accept it if he goes to the north to jump in the queue.

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

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

The other party heard the words softly.