Having a good father is really awesome. He just changes his age to go to work, and when he is about to retire, he changes his age to a younger age and delays retirement. I really envy Zhang Xiufang for having a good father.
As usual, Zhou Wenzhong stepped on the snow, kicked a stone under his feet, and took cheerful steps to the gate of the courtyard. The small stone under his feet also completed its mission.
With a heavy palm, two cloth bags appeared in his hands. When he walked to the door of his house, he didn't smell the smell of cooking. It seemed that they were all waiting for the rice to be cooked.
"Squeak..."
Zhou Wenzhong pushed open the door and walked to the dining table to sit down. Zhou Deming hadn't gone home yet, so the remaining three people were sitting at the dining table. The two young ones were doing their homework, and Ma Guihong continued to make women's cotton shoes.
"Boss is back! Hurry up and let me take a look at the grain you bought. I heard from people outside today that you can't buy all the grain at all. It's thanks to your father's foresight that he allowed you to work odd jobs at the Second Grain Station."
Zhou Wenzhong put the cloth bag on the table, took out the food shopping book and put it on the cloth bag. He clapped his hands at the same time.
"Look, I've bought them all. They're all here."
As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
Ma Guihong opened the cloth pocket with joy, her smile instantly solidified, and then disappeared. Seeing that the cloth pocket was full of bran and bark powder, Ma Guihong trembled with her fingers and was speechless with excitement.
"This...boss! What's going on!!!"
The tone was at least eight decibels higher. Zhou Wenzhong stretched out his little finger and poked his ear, opened his pocket and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ma Guihong threw the bran in her hand into her bag and said, "What's wrong? Is this grain? What are these things!"
"Oh, are you talking about these grains? Thanks to my father's foresight, he arranged a good job for me. There are regulations at the grain station. You have to start with your own people, so that's it. If you don't believe it, you can just find it.
People ask. However, I advise you to think clearly before making trouble. What is the result of making trouble? And! You ask me what this is? I can only say that this is a coarse grain recognized by the state! It is recognized!
"
Ma Guihong was so angry that she wanted to lift the table, and the two children quickly stood up and walked to their mother, staring at the "food" in disbelief with their eyes open.
"I'm going to the toilet. I'm so tired every day."
Zhou Wenzhong left these words, and regardless of the expressions of the three of them, he opened the door of the main room and walked out.
"Wen Zhong is back from get off work?"
"Isn't this my Uncle Wang? Where do I go to work? A part-time worker like me can only be called: go to work. Go to work? That is the name of a formal job. You are too flattering to me."
"Haha...you kid makes so many lies. Have you eaten? If not, come home and have something to eat."
"We are doing some work at home. Please go home quickly. It's cold outside."
"Okay, let's talk another day. Let's go."
"Hey, please slow down."
Zhou Wenzhong saw Yan Bugui standing in a daze at the door of his house. He didn't know what he wanted to do, so he ignored him. He went directly to the door and sat on the threshold, leaning against the door frame, lighting a cigarette in his mouth, and throwing away the things that others had discarded on the ground.
Pick up the matchbox.
This is a new habit of Zhou Wenzhong. He likes to collect matchboxes used by others. To be precise, it is for the purpose of phosphorizing the sides of the matchboxes.
"Beep………"
"Hiss... Huh... Huh?"
Zhou Wenzhong blew out a smoke ring and heard a whistle in his ears, accompanied by the shouts of several children chasing each other.
"Um...Uncle Zhou, please give way, we can't get through."
Zhou Wenzhong tilted his head and looked at the four children in front of him with runny noses and bubbles.
"Who blew the whistle just now?"
A little boy of 5 or 6 years old took a step forward with his head slightly lowered.
Zhou Wenzhong stretched out his right hand, spread it out in front of him, and hooked his fingers.
"Bring it!"
The little boy clutched the iron whistle on his chest with both hands and did not dare to say a word.
"Bring it here! Don't make me tell you a third time."
"I want to go home and tell my dad!"
Zhou Wenzhong stood on the ground with one hand, climbed up from the ground, walked up to the little boy in two steps, grabbed the woolen rope around his neck with his right hand, pulled hard and snatched the iron whistle away.
The wool was wrapped around the index finger of his right hand in circles, and the iron whistle also fell on the palm of his hand.
"Tell your dad, I didn't stop you. Do you know why I asked you to hand over the whistle?"
The little boy cried "Wow...". The other three children turned around and ran to hide behind the electric wire piles on the opposite side of the alley, holding on to the wooden piles and sticking their heads out to watch the excitement.
"Crying? You're really hopeless. To tell you the truth, do you know Aunt Wu's house?"
The little boy cried for about 2 minutes. Maybe he was tired from crying, or maybe he didn't cry to his family.
Wiping his tears, sniffing his nose, he weakly replied: "I don't know."
Zhou Wenzhong played with the iron whistle in his hand. It was about 10 centimeters long and worthless. This kind of thing was a standard product and should have been the equipment of the patrol police before liberation.
"Since you don't know, I'll tell you carefully so that you won't be convinced. Aunt Wu just had a grandson in her family. She fell asleep after coming back from the hospital! There are 6 people in the family, and it's not easy for you to
My little grandson's sleep has been reversed. If you blow the whistle like this and wake up the child, all the efforts of the past few days will be in vain. Do you understand?"
The little boy nodded to show that he understood and realized his wrong behavior just now.
"Where did this whistle come from?"
"I picked it up."
"Where did you pick it up?"
"I forgot."
"Do you know what this whistle is for?"
"It's just for street dogs."
[Street dog is the stinky foot patrol, another name used by the people for patrol police before liberation.]
"I don't care about my neighbors at all. This whistle has been confiscated by me for the time being. I will return it to you at the end of the month. This will save you the trouble of causing trouble these days."
"Oh, remember to give it back to me."
"What's wrong? You don't believe me, a cultural person?"
"No, no, no. Then please tell me a specific date!"
"What's the date today?"
"Hmm...it was around February 10th, I can't remember exactly."
"Just February 31st. I will return the whistle to you on the 31st."
"Okay! Keep your word!"
"It's necessary, I'm a scholar! I spit out my words and nail them down."
"Uncle Zhou, can I go home now?"
"Let's go back."
Zhou Wenzhong stepped out of the way. The little boy stared at the whistle in Zhou Wenzhong's hand and turned back three times before walking away. When the three children across the alley saw this, they quickly ran into the courtyard.
As soon as he threw the iron whistle into the space, he heard a series of footsteps. He quickly sat back on the threshold of the door and stretched out his legs to block the way of people coming and going.
"Isn't this the return of my most beloved brother Zhuzi?"
Silly Zhu was holding a net bag in his hand. He looked at Zhou Wenzhong who was slumped on the door frame and was a little confused. What kind of immoral appearance was this? Old Zhou didn't come out to take care of it?
"What are you doing lying on the ground? Get out of the way quickly, it's getting dark soon, and no one will step on you carelessly again."
Zhou Wenzhong put his hands on the ground, tried to move a few times, and said with a heavy breath: "Oh...my brother is so hungry that he can't stand up. The kind person who passed by just now gave me half a stick noodle steamed bun, so I had the energy to talk.
Brother Zhuzhu, what are you holding in your hand? I'm just curious."
The corner of Shazhu's mouth twitched, he lifted up his net bag, shook it and said, "This is the meal I brought from the factory to you, Yuyu girl."
Zhou Wenzhong was afraid of kicking his hands and shouted: "Hey! No wonder people on the street outside are spreading the news that No. 95 Siheyuan is amazing! There is a young man named He Yuzhu in the courtyard. When he was a little older, he
A person is not afraid of wind and rain, is self-reliant, and has established a family!
I raised a family by force! While raising my younger sister, I also established myself in the steel rolling mill, and now I am a level 9 master! No one should praise me when I see you!"
These few words made Shazhu full of praise. Shazhu's chest straightened up, and his waist became straighter.
"There was an aunt who was passing by just now and asked me about your family situation! Asked me how old Yuyu is this year? Does He Yuzhu have a partner? What kind of girl does He Yuzhu like? Has the old man in the family got married? Brother Zhuzhu, so do you.
If you are not here, I can't help you with blind answers. If you already have a partner and I say the wrong thing again, making you feel like you are having a relationship with a man and a woman, then you have made a big mistake. Then I will really
It’s a sin!”
"oh?"
Silly Zhu squatted down, put the lunch box aside, took out the front door of the box from the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, pulled out one and handed it to Zhou Wenzhong.
"Who asked you about me?"
"Who is that? That's who! Oh, by the way! Auntie Feng."
Shazhu scratched his chin and asked: "Aunt Feng? Who is it? Be specific."
"It's not far from our yard across two alleys. Some people also call her: Aunt Li."
No matter what, Zhou Wenzhong is just talking nonsense based on the surnames of hundreds of families.
"What else did she say?"
"I didn't say anything. There was someone with her. It's so cold outside. It's impossible for someone to stay with me all the time! We just chatted casually for a few words. I heard what they said, and there was someone named Yu.
Mei's lesbian must have reached the age of marriage. The two of them came to our area just now, probably to inquire about the man's personality, but no! The result was probably not very satisfactory. I don't know who the two of them chatted with. Later,
I just found out about you, brother."
Silly Zhu asked excitedly: "Then what did you say?"
"Of course I told the truth. I am a worker in a large factory and a level 9 master. He lives alone in the largest house in the courtyard. Maybe there will be separate rooms in the factory after you get married. I pointed out the location of your house to them both.
Point. Then they both nodded and left."
Silly Zhu chuckled, stood up with his legs propped up, and took out a lunch box from his pocket. After opening it, there were 3 two-faced steamed buns. He took out one and handed it to Zhou Wenzhong.
"Your answer is good, remember to keep the person next time until I come back. I will give you another reward if you do it well."
"Hey~ I listen to you. Brother Zhuzhu, hurry back to the house and cook for Yu Yu. It's cold outside. We two brothers will talk some other time."
"Okay, you should go home early and let your father see your virtue! If you fail to protect yourself and have to beat you, what will it look like!"
"hey-hey."
Silly Zhu shook his head, pulled out another big front door and threw it to Zhou Wenzhong. Zhou Wenzhong quickly bowed and gave way, and Silly Zhu took the lunch box and left.
Zhou Wenzhong took the steamed bun, which weighed 2 taels, and broke it open in the middle. He took out a piece of sauced beef from the space and put it into the steamed bun. He didn't worry about choking, so he ate it with big mouthfuls.
As soon as I finished eating the steamed buns, and before I even burped, I heard the sound of a bicycle.