Bai Lu held the money she earned from selling pigs in her hands, feeling a little uneasy for no reason.
"Jianmin, do you think if we take half of it, people will gossip? I feel like the people in the village might..."
Before she could finish speaking, Su Jianmin said: "Don't think too much. The agreement was written long ago and no one objected at that time. What reason is there to gossip now? Besides, they also received money, two yuan each.
, not too little.”
"Hey," Bai Lu sighed, "When I had no money, I was always worried about not having enough food to eat and not being able to buy new clothes for my children. But now that I have made money, I feel panicked and afraid of being jealous."
"Actually, your worries are not unreasonable..."
Su Jianmin thought for a while, "Next year we won't raise pigs, we will only raise chickens and ducks. We only need to know how much money we make, and we don't need to let others know."
His wife nodded in agreement, "Yeah!"
"Actually, I feel sorry for you too," Su Jianmin took his wife's hand, "Look at your hands..."
"What's wrong with my hands? Aren't they fine?" Bai Lu said with a smile.
Su Jianmin rubbed the tiger's mouth on her palm and said in a loving tone, "There are calluses here to the touch. They must have been chopped with pig grass. In order to feed those twenty pigs, you have to get hundreds of kilograms of feed every day. It's really hard work."
is you."
"What's so hard about this? Yuzhu usually helps me. In the past two months, Wenli and Shuting have often helped me after work. Xiao Liu also comes often. I feel quite relaxed."
Having said this, she picked up the calendar on the table and glanced at it, "New Year's Eve is ten days away."
"Yes, we will see the second child soon. I wonder what that boy is like now. He must be stronger and stronger."
"Of course he is strong," Bai Lu said with a smile, "Nan Bing is now the platoon leader. Do you think he is still the little kid you beat before? It's rare that he can go home for the New Year this time. We must be more prepared.
New Year’s goods.”
"Of course! We have earned more than 900 yuan from raising pigs, so we must buy more for the New Year..."
Thinking of his daughter-in-law and himself going to the countryside for so long, working at home every day, and not even going to the market, Su Jianmin suggested: "Now that there are no pigs at home, there is a lot less work. I will take you to the market next week."
Let’s go shopping, you haven’t been there yet.”
"Okay, I just want to give something to Wennian. The weather has been a little cold recently, so I knitted a pair of gloves for him."
Su Wennian passed the review last week and has been transferred to work in the Propaganda Department of the town's production brigade, living in a single room in the unit's dormitory.
Su Jianmin smiled and said: "The town is not far from home. He will be back during the holidays. Why did you go all the way to give it to him?"
"Who knows when the holiday will be? In the past, there was a holiday during the Spring Festival. Now, in order to break the old custom, there will be no holiday during the Spring Festival. No matter whether it is government officials or factory workers, they will not take a holiday or go home..."
Mentioning this matter, Bai Lu still felt angry in her heart, "The Spring Festival is a traditional festival, but it has become an old custom. I can't understand these things. It seems that the previous customs were bad."
"Shh!" Su Jianmin lowered his voice, "Speak these words in a lower voice."
"There is no one else living next to our house. It is a single-family house. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that people will listen to you?"
Su Jianmin hugged his wife into his arms and said with a smile: "That's right. I have lived in Tongzilou for decades. I am afraid that other people will hear me when I speak louder. I have forgotten that we live in a single-family house at night.
I no longer have to worry about being heard by my neighbors when I speak.”
After saying this, he comforted, "Don't be angry about the Spring Festival. Although there is no holiday for the Spring Festival, our company will still make up for the holidays in the next year. Besides, the city's management is strict, but the countryside is much looser."
.
Our village can still celebrate the festival, but in fact most people turn a blind eye and don't take it too seriously."
"That's true. Speaking of which, I feel a lot more free in the countryside. It's really depressing in the city, especially since two years ago..."
The two chatted for a long time, then blew out the kerosene lamp next to the bed and prepared to sleep.
Outside the yard, Liao Feihong and his group, squatting in the grass, waited for a long time and finally saw the lights go out.
"With all the lights in the room out, are we ready to take action?" Liao Feihong asked Zhang Lang beside him.
Zhang Lang said cautiously: "Wait another half an hour and make sure everyone in the room is asleep before starting."
There were three other educated youths beside him. In addition to Pan Zicong, he also woke up the brothers Xie Peng and Xie Fei who were sleeping next door, saying that they would eat dog meat at night and that the brothers would celebrate the Spring Festival in advance and enjoy a good meal.
Xie Fei was the youngest, only sixteen years old. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva at this moment, "Brother Cockroach, is there really dog meat to eat tonight? Why didn't I see the shadow of the dog?"
"I guess you have to enter the courtyard to see..."
Liao Feihong was worried, "We went into the yard to look for the dog, but we were afraid that the dog would bark when it saw us."
"What are you afraid of? Dogs are stupid. As long as we throw food to it, it will stop barking immediately and wag its tail at us."
Zhang Lang said that he had been stealing dog meat with his father since he was ten years old. At that time, all the people who raised dogs were capitalist families.
"In the past two years, it has been rare to see people raising dogs," he snorted. "Anyway, families who are willing to spend money to raise dogs are not good people. We eat their dogs, which can be regarded as doing a just thing."
thing."
"That's right, we are robbing the rich and giving to the poor..."
After Xie Fei finished putting gold on his face, he asked Zhang Lang: "Can we take action?"
Zhang Lang looked up at the sky, waited for the moon to enter the clouds, and said: "Too many people will scare the dogs, you stay here and wait for my signal!"
After I go in and knock out the dog, you come in again and try to catch the chickens, one for each of you."
Liao Feihong couldn't help but said: "Didn't you say we only caught two chickens?"
He was a little worried that things would get too big.
"What's the difference between one and five? Okay, stop talking nonsense!"
After saying these words, Zhang Lang quickly dug into the Su family's yard and took out the sweet potatoes he had prepared in advance.
Roubao was sleeping soundly in the doghouse. When he heard the approaching footsteps, his ears suddenly moved twice, until a strong and unfamiliar smell entered his nose. He suddenly opened his eyes and stood up vigilantly.
"Woof! Woof!" Roubao started to cry.
"Good boy, I'm not a bad person, this is for you to eat."
Zhang Lang lowered his voice and threw the sweet potato in front of the meat bun, "It's delicious..."
I can occasionally eat fish in the meat buns, but most of the time I eat rice and vegetarian dishes, and I often eat steamed sweet potatoes.
When he smelled the food, he stopped barking and put his nose on the sweet potato to smell it.
"Eat it, it's delicious." Zhang Lang coaxed gently.
After all, Roubao was a dog. He couldn't resist the temptation of food. He took a bite of the sweet potato and the taste was still familiar. So he pressed one of his paws on the sweet potato, raised the other end higher, and started eating happily.