Before I knew it, the time came to four o'clock in the afternoon.
After a long day of work, Chu Heng put down his pen and stretched his stiff neck. He glanced at the remaining official documents on the table and thought that he wouldn't be able to finish them today anyway. If anything else, he would be really tired, so he simply packed up the things. After a while, get ready to go home from get off work.
After a while.
Chu Heng came out of the office carrying his bag, locked the door, walked outside Su Chen's office, knocked on the door and walked in.
"Sit down quickly, Chu Suo, I'll pour you some tea."
Su Chen, who was thinking hard about how to correct it, saw him coming and stood up hurriedly.
"Don't be busy, I just want to tell you that I have to leave beforehand. If there is any news from the Bureau of Statistics later, please inform me in time." Chu Heng ordered.
"Oh, okay, I will inform you as soon as there is news." Su Chen said hurriedly.
"Okay, let's go."
Chu Heng turned around and came out of the house, and soon drove away from the grain management station.
Immediately afterwards, the Grain Management Office, which had been quiet for a day because of his anger, also became lively. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then started running around the room like a melon field, asking for information.
At this time, the sun was already setting in the west, and the fiery red sun dyed the clouds colorfully, adding a bit of beauty to the bleak winter.
Chu Heng returned home bathing in the sunset, opened the door and entered the courtyard. As soon as Fang passed the screen wall, he saw Uncle Ni Yinghong standing on the ladder picking ribbons from the fruit trees.
"Hey, why are you doing this by yourself? What will you do if you fall?" Chu Heng hurriedly stepped forward to hold the ladder.
The uncle smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's okay. You didn't climb very high anyway. It will only hurt a little if you fall."
"It hurts, isn't it?" Chu Heng held the ladder steadily, looked at the courtyard where the window grilles and the words "Happiness" had been removed from the doors and windows, and said, "Why have they been removed? Let's have a few days to celebrate."
"Don't keep them. Your aunt will panic when she sees these things. It's better to take them out and meditate." After speaking, the aunt handed him a bundle of removed red cloth strips and warned: "
Keep this strip of cloth, but don't throw it away. Go back and get some paste and ask your aunt to paste some soles for you."
The thing he is talking about is called 袼褙, also called hard lining, which is the main material used by many people to make shoes nowadays.
The method is to spread a piece of white paper or newspaper on a large table, smear it with paste, butt the rags or cloth ends into a large piece, then apply a layer of paste and then stick the cloth, so that you have three or four layers, and then dry it in the sun
, used as the middle layers of cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.
This practice was used hundreds of years ago and continues to this day.
To be honest, we are poor. If we had money, who would be willing to wear this?
Chu Heng hasn't made his own shoes for a while at home. He basically buys them and wears them. However, he happily took the strips of cloth over to avoid being scolded: "Okay."
Then the two of them worked together to pick off the colorful strips on other trees, and then went back to the backyard talking and laughing.
"Bang bang bang!"
"father!"
Chu Zhecheng was playing in the deaf old lady's room at this time. When he saw his father coming back, he patted the window excitedly to attract his attention.
"Oh! Wait a minute."
Chu Heng grinned and felt all the fatigue in his body disappear in an instant. He wiped himself away and went to the main room to put the cloth on the table, then went to the deaf old lady's room.
This room is quite lively. My aunt, Ni Yinghong, and grandma are all chatting with the old lady here.
"father!"
Chu Zhecheng was standing on the edge of the kang, opening his arms for him to hold.
"Smash it!"
Chu Heng came closer in a few steps, picked up his son and kissed him: "Are you not naughty today?"
"No." Chu Zhecheng shook his head vigorously.
"That's so good." Chu Heng smiled with satisfaction.
"Come on, come on, your son climbed on the table today and was about to jump off. Fortunately, Sister Guizhi saw it, otherwise he would definitely be in trouble." Ni Yinghong immediately broke the news.
"Hey, aren't all children like this? When I was a kid, I used to lift roof tiles from the house. It would be better if I dropped it twice, so the skin would be strong." Chu Heng held his son and sat down without paying much attention. Seeing the deaf old lady rubbing her knees all the time, he hurriedly asked
: "What's wrong with you? Is rheumatism coming back again?"
"I'm a little sore. It's nothing serious." The old lady said with a relaxed look.
"Oh, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ni Yinghong heard this and said to her husband in a hurry: "Go to the chest of drawers to get some plaster and put it on the old lady."
"Alas." Chu Heng immediately stood up and walked to the chest of drawers.
The old lady hurriedly said: "Oh, no need, I'm fine now."
"It will be too late when something happens." Chu Heng couldn't help but take out the alcohol lamp and a piece of black plaster prepared by Mr. Tang from the drawer and came back.
Then he quickly lit the alcohol lamp, baked the plaster, and put it on the old lady's knee. Then Chu Heng chatted with them for a while, and when it was almost time to pick up Huniu from school, he got up and went out.
Less than five o'clock.
Chu Heng drove to the kindergarten, where many parents were already waiting.
Under the attention of others, Shi Shiran got out of the car and came to stand in front of the kindergarten.
Then a pretty young woman greeted him with a smile and a sweet voice: "Daddy An Bai is here. I haven't seen you for a while."
Chu Heng turned his head and looked around. He was a little confused at first, but when he noticed the woman's huge flower field that stretched her pants tightly, he remembered that this person was the mother of Hu Niu's best friend Jia Hongbing, and a look appeared on his face.
With a charming and handsome smile, he said: "When did the Red Soldier's mother come?"
"I've only arrived not long ago."
The woman looked at him with a smile, her beautiful eyes shining again and again: "I would like to ask, you should be Comrade Chu Heng from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, right?"
"It's me." Chu Heng raised his eyebrows, wondering how the woman knew about him.
"Sure enough, it's you." The woman's eyes lit up, and she immediately explained: "I work in the Ministry of Foreign Trade and have a lot of contact with your Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I have long been familiar with your name as the God of Wealth. I saw you driving a Volga that day.
People...hehe, I feel like it should be you."
"Hey, what kind of God of Wealth? It's all a joke. How can I be the God of Wealth?" Chu Heng smiled clearly. Then the kindergarten class ended and the children ran out of the classroom in a swarm. He hurriedly
Look inside and look for Huniu's figure.
The woman said from the side: "You are so humble. Who doesn't know that you are a big deal in foreign exchange? If I have the opportunity in the future, I will learn more from you."
"Take what?"
Chu Heng suddenly turned his head and looked.
"I mean, I will learn from you how to deal with foreign exchange in the future." The woman said with a sweet smile.
"ah."
A flash of disappointment flashed in Chu Heng's eyes, and he smiled and said: "Haha, I dare not say that, I am just a knife or two, and my business ability is not as good as yours, a professional in foreign exchange. Let's communicate with each other and learn from each other's strengths.
"
"Then I will take Wei Hong to visit you another day, and we can have a good exchange."
