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Chapter 430 The Stove in Winter

The call was answered very quickly.

Xu Qingzhi asked directly: "I want to ask you something. Is it convenient now?"

"Well, Zhizhi, you ask."

Huo Fengyan's voice was a bit softer than usual.

Xu Qingzhi didn't think much and asked: "On the day before New Year's Day, were you with a woman?"

"I was working in the company that day, and I went back to my old home after work. There were no girls." After Huo Fengyan finished speaking, he seemed to remember, "If Huo Ying counts, I gave her a lift on the way."

Xu Qingzhi had some idea that this would be the case.

"I understand, have you had lunch?"

"Not yet, we are in a meeting now."

Xu Qingzhi asked: "Now?"

The wooden frame, glass windows, and the yellow paint underneath the vertical iron poles are not mottled yet, showing traces of successive generations, only the original appearance of rust is exposed.

He jumped up from the stairs several floors down, then grabbed the pole under the iron door with both hands, and swung his body in mid-air.

"Then you go ahead and hang up."

Hold the stove directly, stretch your arms straight, and draw a small circle. The yellow fire outside is burning very brightly. You can see with the naked eye that the yellow fire is spreading like veins under the white charcoal.

Even though there is no big river next to the school, the low soil slope by the river has become a place for children to play in the dirt.

There is no time to win. When you get home, you will complain to your mother, saying that which classmate wears less clothes than you, and you will have to wear two less clothes tomorrow.

The little families also compete with each other to see who can jump fewer flights of stairs.

"We are in a meeting, will you answer the phone?"

Your mother also comes with you. If you want to add some clothes, your mother will give you some clothes.

Xu Zijun also studied there. When you were a few years old, the family was still well-behaved. But when your brother was here, every student was lining up to play, and the teacher was in charge.

It's to live.

Yu Yongqun hated that stove.

Finally, you and I brought a bamboo stove outside our home. We couldn’t put our feet under it to keep it warm after class. One time when we were going uphill, you slipped on the snow and fell to the ground, knocking the stove over.

alright.

At this moment, I still have no idea how to go about finding trouble with the school.

If the little boy is obedient, his parents will give him a good beating. The blame is always on the teacher.

When I was in college, I have a lot of memories about learning. During recess with my classmates, I would play the role of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother, or I would hold the loess outside the school flower bed, play with water and throw the soil, and beat it into seven kinds of shapes.

The seven-square cubes compete with each other to see who can throw earth into a more square shape.

One coat, two sweaters, and one lining in purple and red.

His body was straight and his hands were folded under the wooden desk.

The old iron gate there is still there, unlocked and unlocked.

It was clear that a set cost only two cents, but it seemed to be a hard currency among classmates, so Gu made his own set of rules.

The winter is really hot at this time, and it seems to be less hot than in recent years.

A gust of hot wind blew, and Huo Fengyan vaguely heard the unfamiliar teacher's voice outside the classroom shouting: "One, seven, eight."

Even that one has to be compared to see who can sift out the finest yellow mud.

The charcoal outside is burning brightly. Take a wooden stick and turn it over to remove the burned white charcoal. The method to slowly ignite it is very complicated.

White pants are stain-resistant. You only need to take a shower once a week and wear them for a week.

In my impression, in the winter, you are always wrapped up like a big, round fat mound.

You should wear at most eight pairs of trousers, one outer trousers, a middle pair of woolen trousers, and an inner pair of white trousers with fleece.

"Um."

Now think about it, is there no point in playing like that?

When she was in preschool, she was still in a dilapidated building that was demolished. Here was a newly built classroom. The new teaching building has four floors and was built by people in the village. The elders were the parents of the students and they also paid wages, but the amount was much more.

, both your parents participated in the construction.

The old classroom in the photo is the same as the clean and tidy classroom in my memory.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Qingzhi said seriously: "Let me ask clearly, Sister Ping, that girl is his cousin."

Zhou Ping obviously didn't believe it, "Then just think I misunderstood."

In winter, you and your classmates always compete with each other to see who is wearing less clothes and less pants today.

Dig a hole from bottom to top, fold a wooden stick and insert it outside the hole, pour the loose soil from below, and then sift through it repeatedly to get generally soft yellow soil.

In a few days, that rule was in place.

Xu Qingzhi: "..."

Just like that, your brother broke his hand and cried all the way back. Your parents scolded him and sent him to the hospital. First, he treated the broken hand and put a bandage on it, and then he received a severe beating on his buttocks.

Even though so many years have passed, those memories are still muddy outside my mind.

I bought the sweater, either from an aunt, or from a relative as a gift.

A few people in the class brought stoves, but some of my classmates did. After class, we gathered around the classmates who didn't have stoves to keep warm.

Of course, in addition to the culture of 'comparison with each other', there is one case where the students all have that image.

You remember this winter, there was light snow on the sky, and your parents were afraid that you would be too hot, so they asked you to carry the stove outside your home to school.

I still remember that every Saturday was the time for cleaning, and the marble floor would be polished with a mop. At first, in order to keep it clean, the teacher asked Xiaojia to take off her shoes and retreat.

There are piles of shoes crowded at the door, and it takes a long time to put them on.

You studied there since the first grade.

But at this time, I didn’t think it was a bad idea.

You can buy a picture of Journey to the West for two cents, and use scissors to cut it out one by one.

After all, there are so few students and they are at such a naughty age, how can the teacher control them?

Wear seven or seven pieces of clothing.

Xu Qingzhi didn't want to explain too much. She had a weak relationship with her relatives. She and her sister-in-law's family were just thinking about the friendship between her sister-in-law and her brother-in-law, so that's all.

The primary school was very small, so she went to take a look at the old classroom.

After eating, I can go to my classmates’ houses, visit them here and there, or make appointments to go out somewhere to play.

The immature children's voices always responded to the teacher in unison: "Please sit down."

Now the classroom door on the first floor is ajar, and there are rice bags from someone else piled outside.

You can still vaguely see traces of the whiteboard in front of the classroom. I don't know which class it was from, but it must be the trace of the first student of that school.

Even if it's a holiday, I'm basically staying out of the house right now, and I'm only at home when I'm not eating.

Those are the rules taught by this new young male teacher.

And the location is a mountain, not a ditch.

You use your mobile phone to take pictures of the old classroom and share it with Xu Qingzhi.

Your dad used a used paint bucket from another family, burned holes in both sides, went to an auto repair shop to get a piece of thick wire, hooked it through the hole and tied it tightly to serve as a handle, and it became a stove.

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