Chapter 241 What a fool

It was the first time for Liu Qingqing and her companion to go out for a walk, and they didn't walk far.

They just walked around nearby.

There was a large park behind the school, but the mountains in the park were almost completely flattened, the trees in the park were basically cut down, the river channel completely disappeared, and many crops were planted after being partially filled.

There were also many messy bungalows, pig pens and manure ponds inside.

There was more arable land, which was full of wheat seedlings that had just emerged.

The two of them just looked at it for a few times and left.

Huang Huaixiang didn't understand Liu Qingqing's complicated feelings: "There's nothing to see here."

She had never heard of this park, but Liu Qingqing said it was famous...

What's there to see here? It stinks.

Liu Qingqing nodded and shook her head, it would be fine in a few years.

"Then let's go. There's nothing to see. I just heard about it and wanted to take a look."

"Then you must have been fooled. Who is so wicked? You're playing tricks on me."

Liu Qingqing:...

After leaving the park, Huang Huaixiang suggested going to the supply and marketing cooperative. She had long wanted to see what rare things were sold there.

Huang Huaixiang was well prepared for going out shopping. She had already bought a map of Jicheng.

Liu Qingqing was such a loser that she didn't know the way and even forgot to bring a map with her.

It was all thanks to her! Otherwise, she would have gotten lost.

Liu Qingqing didn't think of this at all. She only remembered the navigation on the map.

Even if she followed the navigation, she still had to turn around and find the direction of the arrow!

Huang Huaixiang looked at the map in his hand and looked for the route to the supply and marketing cooperative, while Liu Qingqing looked around at the houses around the school.

It had been agreed before that she would come over to take a look at the environment first.

After she settled down here, she had to pick up Xiao Song. She would go to class during the day and her son would go to the nursery.

She would take the child home at night.

In the army, although he spent the whole day in the nursery, he only went home to eat dinner and sleep overnight.

Song Jinglin could take his son to the canteen to eat, or he could take his meals home.

However, Liu Qingqing couldn't just leave him alone for two years. She was worried that the heavy oil and salt in the canteen would affect the child's health.

Another thing is that Song Jinglin will not be on a mission for the time being. It has been less than a year since he came back last time, so it is not his turn.

But there is a long time to go, and he can't let his work be affected by the child.

She has already discussed it with the counselor and the school.

There are policies for caring for the families of the army in various places, and what she raised is not the embarrassing issue of bringing the child to the dormitory.

It's not a difficult thing to just want to go to school on foot.

It's better than asking the teacher to criticize...

At this time, the houses are all distributed by the government.

It's impossible to buy one.

Later, it will involve various matters of selling public housing to individuals.

At that time, it depends on the individual's character.

Although Song Jinglin bought a house in Wuning, the operation requires the other party to know everything about the landlord. She thinks that with the ability of a normal person, it is unlikely to see the landlord's true nature through the appearance.

So she can only rent a house.

Even if she rents, she has to find a good environment and good conditions.

She has chosen the target area first, and will contact the street director next week to see if there is anyone willing to rent it.

Huang Huaixiang came out of the supply and marketing cooperative with satisfaction.

Big places are really different. They can buy many things that they can't buy in Pingjiang.

Today, except for the park behind the school, which is not really a park, everything else is very good and full of gains.

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On the weekend night, Wei Siyu was in a bad mood after returning home.

Even Jie Hongdan felt it. After the recent incident, she no longer got angry with Wei Siyu.

She found that she was the only one who was angry.

Moreover, after Wang Wenge was removed from the list of candidates, she saw that he was nothing.

However, there was a gap after all. Except for occasional conversations, the two basically did not interact.

Huang Huaixiang couldn't hold back his temper and went over to ask: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy to go home?"

Wei Siyu pulled an ugly smile: "Not unhappy, how did you play today? I'll take you around next time."

Huang Huaixiang also had a good eye. If the other party didn't want to say it, she wouldn't ask again: "That's great. Today, Liu Qingqing and I looked at the map all the way to find it. She didn't know how to look, so I was the one looking for the route. It was so tiring."

Liu Qingqing: ...

She knew how to look, but she just didn't find the arrow.

Xie Hongdan poked her head out: "Take me with you next time, I'll go too."

This was a proactive show of goodwill, and Wei Siyu didn't take the opportunity, but nodded in response.

The "Shura War" caused by a man seemed to have never happened.

The guns in the preparation class all had bayonets.

The whole class put on their bayonets and rifles and marched in unison around the playground.

Liu Qingqing kept a certain distance from the person in front of her and tried not to move forward.

Every time she was in class, she kept her eyes and ears open.

She was afraid that some fool would shoot her.

Other people who were playing with fancy guns kept their distance.

After the march, everyone put their rifles on the long bricks to practice the prone shooting posture.

"Here, the handle is stuck in the position of the thumb, right." The instructor corrected them one by one.

Liu Qingqing quickly adjusted her movements.

"The students performed well."

"It's all thanks to the teacher's guidance."

The preparation class is the class where students are most enthusiastic. Both men and women want to touch the gun.

Liu Qingqing and others were doing the crawling aiming action over and over again. They saw Wang Wenge moving over with a long gun.

"How are you doing? Do you need me to guide you?"

...

The scene was very quiet for a while.

Wang Wenge was a little embarrassed. This was different from what he expected.

After waiting for so many days, I didn't see Jie Hongdan and Wei Siyu quarreling, nor did I see Jie Hongdan get close to me again.

As for Wei Siyu, she was still the same indifferent person as before.

Why is she different from those female employees in the machinery factory?

Wang Wen Ge, who thought he knew a lot about female comrades, could not sit still, so he came over to check the situation during the practice time.

Seeing no one answer, he smiled and said: "What? Don't believe me? I'll show you."

Seeing this blind man who suddenly appeared and squeezed towards the bunker while talking to himself, Liu Qingqing quickly gave up her position.

His gun was scary to hold, so stay away!

Liu Qingqing reacted quickly. Wang Wen Ge was probably thinking about how to show off in his mind. When he walked over, he was tripped by the bricks used as a bunker and fell to the ground.

The bayonet also stabbed his feet.

The four were confused by his set of actions, and only reacted when the blood seeped out of the shoe surface.

Liu Qingqing stretched her neck and yelled: "Teacher, Wang Wen-ge stabbed his foot with a gun."

Chapter 242: Unable to stop

Wang Wenge was stabbed by me and lay on the ground without even having time to wail, but someone next to him reacted faster than me?

He wanted to open his mouth to stop me, but his peripheral vision had already caught sight of the crowd surrounding him.

The instructor came over at a trot, followed by a group of classmates.

At this time, Wang Wenge felt the sharp pain in his foot: "Ahhh!!!"

"Come on, a few classmates, help him to the school clinic." The instructor also encountered this for the first time, and there were such stupid students.

"Teacher, what should we do with the bayonet on his foot? Pull it out?"

"No, no, no, there is a bleeding groove on the knife, don't move." The instructor stepped forward to help hold it.

Someone wanted to remove the bayonet from the gun, but no matter how careful they were, it would only aggravate the injury.

Wang Wenge was already sweating from the pain, and the noise of discussion in the playground could not drown out his shouting.

"Forget it, forget it, just carry it over." After listening to him shouting for a while, I'm afraid that he didn't bleed much, but he fainted first.

"I'll hold the gun, you hold the person."

The gun is too long, and a group of people will inevitably sway when they move.

Wang Wenge's howling has a rhythm.

...

A group of people followed behind, and Liu Qingqing called three people to follow together.

This matter has nothing to do with them. If they don't keep an eye on it all the time, it will be bad if something goes wrong later.

The leaders of the other two groups quickly organized people to collect the guns.

This "military learning" class also ended hastily.

When they arrived at the infirmary, Wang Wen'ge had already fainted. It was not known whether he was in pain or crying out for lack of oxygen.

When the school doctor bandaged him, he had not woken up yet.

Liu Qingqing and the other four had already described the situation clearly under the questioning of the school leaders and instructors.

In addition to the four of them, there were other students nearby who also added a few sentences.

The instructor and instructor of the military learning class were relieved. It was his own fault.

Liu Qingqing was glad that she dodged quickly, otherwise if the turtle had stabbed her, she would be in trouble.

Everyone dispersed in twos and threes. Jie Hongdan sighed a little, thinking that she seemed to have seen it wrong.

Although she had given up on Wang Wen Ge, in her heart, Wang Wen Ge was a stable and knowledgeable person.

Now that image fell rapidly.

She already agreed with Wei Siyu's contempt for the other party's idea.

Really not good, reckless, noisy. He has no ability, but he comes to pretend to be 13, none of these people can stab him.

"Wei Siyu, don't take what happened a few days ago to heart."

Jie Hongdan wanted to reconcile, and she had calmed down in the past few days.

However, Wei Siyu pursed her lips and just smiled faintly: "I don't care."

She really didn't care, they were all unworthy people and unworthy things.

People with different ideals cannot plot together. During this time in school, we should just keep a gentlemanly friendship.

Xie Hongdan's eyebrows relaxed, and she approached warmly and took Wei Siyu's arm.

Liu Qingqing felt that Xie Hongdan must be the little princess of the village's top leader. She was the kind of person who was doted on by everyone. Her personality was inexplicably overbearing and took it for granted.

To be honest, she was not that bad.

But what she did was quite willful and self-centered.

Wang Wenge was seriously injured this time, and his legs were inconvenient, so he could not take charge of many things.

With Wang Wenge's witness, Group 3 spontaneously recommended another group leader, Li Zaixing.

Wang Wenge bit his cheek and smiled: "Student Li Zaixing, I'll trouble you to worry more about our group in the future."

Li Zaixing patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, student Wang Wenge, I will serve our classmates well."

Wang Wenge's eyes changed. I really didn't realize this guy's ambition before, and it was for the classmates in the class?

This is no longer a plot for the position of group leader, he wants to be the class leader!

Thinking of this, the light in his eyes dimmed again. He might not be able to compete for the position of class leader.

Wang Wenge, who resigned from the position of group leader, had more time to pester Wei Siyu.

"Luo Guangjun, please help me sit over there."

Luo Guangjun looked at the position of his finger, which was next to Liu Qingqing.

"This is not good!" His legs and feet are not good to begin with, why did he want to squeeze in there instead of sitting on the side?

Wang Wenge glanced at him, then said with a smile in a slow tone, "I have something to say to classmate Wei Siyu."

Liu Qingqing and the others had already heard the conversation between the two. They sat in a row, with Jie Hongdan at the head, followed by Huang Huaixiang, Wei Siyu, and Liu Qingqing.

Wei Siyu quickly stood up and changed seats with Jie Hongdan.

Wang Wenge pressed the table and paused as he was rubbing against the inside.

Luo Guangjun: I want to laugh, but I can't help it. What can I do?

Next time, when it comes to promoting style, let others do everything.

Wang Wenge didn't move, and he didn't move either. The two of them stood as if they were performing performance art.

"Classmate, are you two going to sit down? No one can get on the intersection because you two are blocking it."

Luo Guangjun had already adjusted his voice secretly and cleared his throat: "Wang Wenge, are you still going in?"

Wang Wenge's hand was throbbing with veins on the table: "You sit inside, it's not convenient for me, just sit here."

The classmate who had just urged paused and looked down at the bandaged foot of the other party.

Oh, it turned out that this guy was the one who stabbed his foot with a bayonet!!!

The expressions of the several people were unpredictable, and they looked at each other, and what they wanted to say was unspoken.

Luo Guangjun nodded: "Okay, Wang Wenge, you move out first."

Wang Wenge: ...

At this moment, both of them were thinking of one thing - tomorrow, no matter what, we won't have to serve this person.

The people who were blocked in the middle of the aisle were silent and did not urge him.

Their eyes kept looking back and forth from Wang Wenge, what a talent.

Although Wang Wenge did not raise his head, the gazes that felt like a thorn in his back made him angry.

He squeezed out a smile and said to the crowd: "Students, I'm sorry to have delayed your time just now. I'm injured and it's inconvenient for me to walk."

"I understand, I understand, the blood is all over the playground. It would be strange if it can be convenient."

I don't know who said this.

Wang Wenge suddenly raised his head and scanned the faces of the group of people one by one, but he didn't find the person who was talking.

"Okay, Wang Wenge, please sit down. I'm already sitting. Your position is perfect. Just put your butt down." Luo Guangjun's voice came from the left.

He&%*(@......&%￥*&￥#!

Someone among the onlookers burst out laughing, and then laughter broke out.

They ran past Wang Wenge while laughing and sat down in the back row.

Even though no one was hanging around in front of him anymore, he could still feel the burning gaze, which lasted until the teacher started to lecture.

Wang Wenge...

I have never been so speechless in my life.

In the next few classes in class, Wang Wenge either sat in front of Wei Siyu or in the back row, in short, he was always close to her.

Wei Siyu was very annoyed. This guy might not understand what she was saying.

She had clearly refused him many times, but he still kept pestering her.

Fortunately, his legs were not good, so he couldn't get out of class.

Chapter 243 Big-character posters

"There are big-character posters in front of our teaching building." Xie Hongdan's voice came in before she entered the dormitory.

Huang Huaixiang turned around and asked curiously: "What big-character poster?"

"It was launched by Liu Jiandong, a teacher of the journalism major. The title is "Struggle against selfishness and criticize Liu", calling on everyone to participate. Many people have already gone."

Liu Qingqing rubbed her forehead. This kind of situation bothered her the most. It was basically a matter of finding faults. It was unknown what the mentality of the people who jumped the gun was, maybe they wanted to establish their own prestige, or they had some selfish motives. There were quite a few such people.

"Let's go and have a look. The posters were written by students from the previous year. They seemed to have gone somewhere on foot to study and just came back."

Liu Qingqing asked: "What did Teacher Liu Jiandong do?"

Xie Hongdan thought for a moment: "I didn't pay attention to it, but it was just that he was separated from the crowd." It was almost the same every time.

When the few people arrived in front of the teaching building, there were indeed quite a few people. There were three layers inside and outside, so they couldn't get in.

They didn't plan to go in either.

The student from the class of 1974 was giving an impassioned speech. He was standing on a table pulled out from the classroom.

"As a school leader, Liu Jiandong has no intention of serving the people and is detached from the masses. The Chairman said, 'Be an official and a commoner at the same time.' Liu Jiandong does not have this kind of hard-working style. Even on the way to Licheng, he was particular about food and drink and had petty bourgeois tendencies..."

After listening to it, there was no specific matter.

It was all about calling names and shouting slogans.

Liu Qingqing and Huang Huaixiang looked at each other and left the crowd.

Wei Siyu and Jie Hongdan followed.

They were outside and did not see how the criticized people were in disgrace.

But they could imagine it.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a thing in the university." Huang Huaixiang thought it was still like the "class" he gave to the teacher before, everyone sat in a circle and recited quotations.

I didn't expect it to be a scene similar to the criticism of Confucius and Lin.

Liu Qingqing was silent for a moment, it's almost over!

After returning to the dormitory, they talked about what happened just now.

"There were many such things in our compound a few years ago. The people who were taken away at that time haven't come back yet, and I don't know when..." Wei Siyu sighed. Some uncles were very friendly and were especially good to the children in the compound.

Xie Hongdan usually had the most contact with classmates and students from other classes. She covered her mouth with her hand and made a gesture of whispering.

"I heard that after an old worker-peasant-soldier student from the 1970s stayed on to work at the school, he always liked to instruct students to criticize teachers. This time, he was the one who took the lead. And this Liu Jiandong seems to be a student from the 1970s who stayed on at the school. It's hard to say whether the two have some grudges. Also, do you know the main reason for criticizing Liu Jiandong this time?"

"What is it?" Several people asked in unison.

"It is said that when Mr. Liu Jiandong followed the student team this time, he had petty bourgeoisie tendencies."

Liu Qingqing was puzzled: "There shouldn't be such a stupid person, right? They are all from the workers, peasants and soldiers university, and they have been here for so many years, so they must be cautious."

Jie Hongdan nodded: "I heard from the classmates who went to Licheng together that they only got meat dishes from the cafeteria during meals, paid more attention to personal hygiene, took a bath and brushed their teeth frequently, and did some other small things."

The other three: ...

It's true that if someone wants to mess with you, there is no problem finding fault.

Wei Siyu said angrily: "They are confusing right and wrong, acting recklessly, and criticizing whoever they want. By then, all the good teachers in the school will be pulled down."

Liu Qingqing suggested: "Why don't we find some problems with these two people and then vote for Teacher Liu Jiandong? Anonymous."

Jie Hongdan nodded when she heard that it was anonymous: "I think it's okay. The one standing on the table today, he dealt with five or six people by himself, why didn't he say it."

"The counselor who instigated behind the scenes seems to have eaten with our counselor, and I saw that he also ordered meat dishes."

"Those are secondary."

After the few people decided, they quickly went their separate ways to collect information.

Less than a week later, a letter arrived in Liu Jiandong's hands...

It was only about half a month after the last mass criticism meeting, and another student from the 73rd class took the lead in holding another criticism meeting.

And the protagonist this time was the leader from last time.

This criticism was not a simple matter of eating and drinking.

Instead, it was based on the "wrong criticism" from last time.

"The country is developing and progressing.

In order to allow students and teachers to have a hot meal, the school spent a lot of effort. This student did not appreciate it, but based on the food in the cafeteria, he started to judge that the school counselor was a member of the bourgeoisie. Is there a mistake?

The Chairman proposed the policy of "saving to make revolution". There was obviously an arrangement, but he casually abandoned industrial and agricultural production for unknown purposes, which violated the purpose of the criticism meeting.

We college students should seize the overall victory of the proletarian cultural revolution in terms of ideology, politics, economy, and organization..."

At the end of an impassioned speech, the students watching applauded.

The teacher who pushed behind the 70th grade was sent back to his hometown because some people pointed out that his behavior was provocative.

Since then, there have been fewer trivial criticisms in the school.

For most students, this is a good thing.

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Liu Qingqing has been looking for a house in four places for two weeks.

At this time, the accommodation situation was really tight. She asked the street office about the situation and occasionally found a few willing to rent, which was also half a room in a courtyard.

She couldn't accept such conditions.

Living in a courtyard with strangers was neither safe nor comfortable.

So she didn't even look at it.

"Please ask Director Hao for help."

"Hey, Comrade Liu, don't worry. If there is a house for rent, I will keep it for you." Director Hao smiled. This is a worker-peasant-soldier university student who can find a house with a letter of introduction from the school.

After leaving the street office, it was another day of returning empty-handed.

Although Song Jinglin wrote in detail in his reply.

He reported everything he did and ate every day.

And no letter said everything was fine.

But she guessed that she would be busy for sure.

And her son might cry and look for his mother for a while.

She still had to take the child over as soon as possible.

Chapter 244: Attending a big class

Xie Hongdan's love life has not been smooth.

At this time, falling in love in school is not allowed. If the school finds out, you will be sent back to your hometown.

If a military student is sent back by the school because of love, then the result of returning to the army is to be discharged from the army.

Forget about promotion.

With a bright future in front of you, no one will act recklessly and ruin their future for a little love.

However, in Xie Hongdan's words, she will first choose a target and build some classmates.

After graduation, slowly confirm the relationship through correspondence.

If someone really talks to her now, she will not agree.

But she calculated well, and others did not have this idea.

Liu Qingqing often heard gossip from Jie Hongdan - who is in love with who, meeting privately and so on.

"I have it so hard. There are people in other classes who are secretly in love with the **** army cadres."

Everyone: ...

This thing, it seems that there is no comparison.

Jie Hongdan babbled for a few sentences, and then remembered something else: "Do you want to watch TV? The Chinese Department broadcasts it every night, it's so good."

When she saw it for the first time, she almost embarrassed herself.

At that time, a large group of people surrounded a wooden box, not big, with a speaker and a screen.

The figures on the screen were black and white, moving around, like a movie in the village.

If she hadn't heard the discussion of the people next to her, she would have almost gone to the backstage of the TV to take a look.

Of course, she wasn't the only one who was old-fashioned, she didn't know many people.

When they heard that there was a TV to watch, Wei Siyu and Huang Huaixiang were very happy. It was the first time for them to know that there was a TV in the school.

At that time, there were still very few TVs.

Some people even found the word new. There might be only a few channels in a city, and they were all owned by units. Individuals didn't have them, couldn't afford them, and couldn't buy them.

Liu Qingqing had no interest in the noise and the noise. She just watched the excitement and went back without understanding what was going on.

Liu Qingqing rejected several people: "You go, I'll go to the library."

"Comrade Liu Qingqing, proper relaxation is beneficial to study and life." Huang Huaixiang persuaded her with a long tone.

"That's why I go to read books." She blinked.

"Okay, you can do it."

...

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During this period, many books were also affected and suffered serious damage.

Fortunately, the university's library was well preserved during the "struggle" in the past few years and did not suffer any damage.

There are not only foreign language books and novels here, but also Jin Moumou, who is not very common in later generations.

Moreover, the library does not have too many restrictions on borrowing books, and basically you can borrow them.

It would be a pity if she didn't read some books with her photographic memory.

Although the skill is useful, it is not something that can be done by just flipping through it.

When she gets a book, she must at least read it thoroughly and understand it well, so that she will not forget it.

If she just flips through it quickly, she will also recall it at the same speed.

It is not very useful in practice.

After finishing a book, she scanned the time on her watch.

It was almost time to go back, so she took a copy of "Mechanical Design Manual" from the bookshelf and prepared to take it home to read.

As for foreign languages, she just needed to take a look here.

"Student Liu Qingqing, come and read a book!"

She was walking out with a book in her arms, and she met the counselor of her class and Teacher Fu, who taught Chinese, at the gate: "Counselor, are you here to borrow a book too? Hello, Teacher Fu."

Teacher Fu didn't have a deep impression of her. He was just a subject teacher and couldn't remember so many students. When he saw Liu Qingqing greet him, he nodded and responded.

"Liu Qingqing, have you found a place to live?" It has been a month since she reported it before, and she hasn't heard her say hello again.

Liu Qingqing shook her head helplessly: "Don't mention it. Housing is too tight now. I found a few rentals, but they are all separated from other people's homes. It's not very convenient for me to go in and out with my child."

The counselor nodded, said a few simple words, and then walked in.

These teachers are also busy.

The big class just ended at this time.

The advantage of the examination-based class system is that the learning progress of their classes is faster, at least they don't have to start from the beginning.

In some classes, teachers even have to give big classes, starting with the main guest teacher, and make up for all the knowledge from elementary school to junior high school.

The so-called big classes were initially to make up for the lack of cultural level of some students.

Although in principle the recommended students have at least junior high school education, in reality some people can't even remember all the knowledge from elementary school.

During class, they can't understand and can't keep up.

At this time, the school organizes teachers to tutor these students who can't keep up, and start learning from the basics.

At first, there were only about a hundred students who came to take extra classes during evening self-study.

As time went on, more and more students came to attend the class, and the lecture halls were crowded.

The school had to rearrange and set up several more classes.

Gradually, people called this kind of remedial class for elementary, middle and high school knowledge a big class.

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A few days later, the counselor found Liu Qingqing during the break.

"Have you found a house?"

Liu Qingqing shook her head. The counselor at this time was really responsible and had asked several times.

"Old Fu, oh, that's Mr. Fu from your cultural class, he has an empty house, if you can't find it, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Okay, instructor, do you know where it is? Not far from the school?"

"Not far, about six or seven minutes walk from the school gate!"

It is indeed not far.

The two agreed on a time and went to see the house together after class in the afternoon.

When Huang Huaixiang heard that Liu Qingqing was going to see the house, he immediately expressed his willingness to go together.

After school, the two found the counselor in the office.

Mr. Fu was already waiting here.

Mr. Fu gave people the impression of being serious, old-fashioned, and withdrawn.

He hardly smiled.

However, he still gave an answer to Liu Qingqing's question: "I live with my parents now, so I can't use that house for the time being."

Teacher Fu's house is very ordinary, quite ordinary.

Although it is not in the same house as others, it is in the same courtyard.

A large courtyard...

She had never looked for a large courtyard before, and originally wanted to find a house with a separate door and a separate house.

Later, she realized that she thought it was simple. What is a separate door and a separate house? How can it be possible!!!

A few people took many turns and arrived at the door of Teacher Fu's house.

It doesn't look like a courtyard at all.

Because the layout of the courtyard has been changed into a mess, there are no walls or gates.

There is only an extra gatehouse in your house and an extra shed in my house.

Because of the expansion, the "Sihe" appearance is gone.

Some aisles are narrow, about one meter wide.

The families next to Teacher Fu's house are very lively.

Some people are squatting at the door to wash clothes, some are cooking, and some are talking in groups of three or five.

When these people saw them, they all looked over.

However, no one greeted Teacher Fu, and Teacher Fu opened the door with a straight face and expressionless face.

The house is not big, and it is divided into three spaces.

It is called space, not room, mainly because the layout is not very regular.

In addition to the wooden frame bed in the bedroom, there is also a wooden table.

The other area is an L-shaped space, which seems to have been used as a kitchen.

The other area is, well, smaller, about two or three square meters?

Anyway, it's about the same size, the bed can't be put in there, it's probably a place to store miscellaneous things.

There's no toilet.

Turn right when you go out, there's a large one, divided into men's and women's!

Chapter 245 Good

The house is not big, but it is very bright.

After watching Liu Qingqing walk around, Teacher Fu said, "This is the condition. If you are okay, you can move here."

He didn't mention the rent.

To be honest, the conditions are quite bad.

But you are so picky, what kind of watch do you want!

Compared with the previous houses, this one is acceptable.

People, after seeing worse ones, their psychological tolerance goes up all of a sudden.

The bottom line can be refreshed infinitely.

In terms of basic facilities, there is water and electricity.

It's not bad.

"Teacher Fu, how much is it per month?"

Teacher Fu originally said that he didn't need to pay, but after thinking for a while, he said, "One yuan, I heard that the price around here is this."

In fact, the price around here is one and a half yuan or two yuan.

He didn't need the money, but he didn't want to let someone else get the house for free.

Liu Qingqing nodded.

After paying the money, Teacher Fu took out a pen from his jacket pocket and found a piece of paper in the drawer under the table.

He wrote her a rental note.

Liu Qingqing found that although Teacher Fu was cold, he was very meticulous.

Everyone locked the door again and returned to school.

After settling on the house, Liu Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

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After that, Liu Qingqing came over every now and then to buy things.

Of course, the most important thing was to reinforce the doors and windows.

Safety was the most important thing when going out.

It was not useless to contact the street director frequently during this period.

At least it was easy to find someone to take over the carpentry.

According to Liu Qingqing's request, the other party built some cabinets and shelves in addition to doors and windows.

As for wages, they could not be paid directly at this time. What the other party wanted was food.

She had a lot of food, but it was inconvenient to take it out.

It was not until the weekend that she went around and found an opportunity to bring the food to the carpenter.

"Little girl, what is your relationship with Teacher Fu?" Maybe Liu Qingqing has been coming in and out frequently recently.

Come quickly, go quickly.

The curiosity of the people around has not been satisfied until today when a woman in her thirties or forties came over to ask.

"Sister-in-law, where are you from?"

The other party did not answer you, but asked you a question instead.

Although the woman was not satisfied with the reply, she still talked to him: "I live here, see? It's right next to him. We can visit each other often."

Liu Qingqing smiled and moved closer: "Oh, a distant relative is worse than a close neighbor, and a close neighbor is better than the one opposite. We have to visit each other often. How many people are there in your family, sister-in-law? This house is quite small, can it accommodate us?"

"Six people, four children, plus me and your eldest brother. How can we not accommodate? We just squeeze in! Every family is like this. My family is relatively spacious. How about you? How many people live in your family? You can only be seen by people coming in and out."

The other party threw another question, and Liu Qingqing chose to ignore it.

"Four children! Sister-in-law, you are so lucky. You don't have your parents-in-law with you? That's great. If both of you work, you will definitely have a good life."

The woman laughed at what she said: "It's not as good as you said. Your eldest brother and I both work in the paper mill. We live a decent life."

"The paper mill is a good place..." Before Liu Qingqing finished her boast, the woman grabbed her.

"Sister, you only talked about me, let's talk about you!"

Liu Qingqing spread her hands: "No, sister-in-law, I just want to ask how to call you."

"Oh, my name is Li Xiangyun."

"Sister-in-law Li, isn't this a coincidence? My mother's last name is Li, and we are from the same family."

Li Xiangyun: ...

After a long while, Liu Qingqing looked at the time and it was time to go back to school.

"Well, Sister Li and you are so good at chatting. It's time to go back to school. Let's talk next time." After saying that, she hurriedly locked the door, waved her hand and left.

Li Xiangyun: "Eh???"

Although the house is only for temporary residence, it still needs to be cleaned up.

Liu Qingqing's robot mouse has a place to use.

But after that, she didn't come to the big compound for a while.

Because the Prime Minister passed away in early January.

The people of the whole country fell into grief, and Liu Qingqing followed the classmates in the school to the streets and said goodbye for ten miles.

At this time, all personal matters were put behind.

The grief has not passed yet, and the school is on vacation.

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The bumpy road back to Xiping.

She went straight home.

But she arrived early, and the child and the man were not at home.

She looked at the time and it was almost time.

Liu Qingqing couldn't bear to look at her son who ran into the house.

His body and feet were covered with snow, some of which had melted, his hair was wet, and his shoes were mostly wet.

"Son, did you fall into the snow?"

Song Xiangyang blinked twice before he reacted: "Mom, Mom."

Liu Qingqing took the wet child in her arms.

There was no time to act out a touching scene of mother and son meeting.

She stripped the child naked and stuffed him into the quilt, and ordered fiercely: "Lie down and don't move!"

Then she went to the kitchen to heat the bath water.

Song Xiangyang lay in the quilt obediently, but his mouth was not idle, and he would say "Mom" from time to time.

Liu Qingqing responded "Hey, hey" while her hands did not move. She knew that the child missed her.

Her heart was sour, like a jar of old pickled cabbage.

When the pot was heated, the water temperature was almost right.

She quickly scooped the water into the bath tub.

Then she picked up her son from the bed: "Hurry up and take a hot bath, otherwise you will catch a cold again."

Song Xiangyang was very obedient and let his mother rub him.

After wiping it clean, putting on underwear, and tucking it into the new quilt again.

Song Xiangyang finally had time to say: "Mom, aren't you leaving?"

Liu Qingqing didn't care about making dinner or anything like that. She took the quilt and held him in her arms: "Next time you go, take our Xiangyang with you, okay?"

Song Xiangyang then asked: "Take Dad with you?"

"No, Dad still has to go to work. Just take Xiangyang."

Song Xiangyang pondered for a while and nodded firmly: "Okay."

Chapter 246: Fighting for favor

Song Jinglin saw smoke coming out of his chimney from a distance.

He was startled.

He hurried home and his pace quickened. When he reached the door, he was already jogging.

He looked around as soon as he entered the house, and soon heard laughter coming from the house.

He was relieved.

He took the lunch box out of his arms, took off his military coat, rubbed his hands and walked into the house.

The mother and child in the house had heard the noise.

At this time, they were hiding by the door, ready to scare people.

Liu Qingqing knew that this was useless, but she still had to satisfy the idea proposed by the child.

She hid herself spontaneously, saying that it was too childish, but her actions showed no hesitation.

As soon as Song Jinglin stepped into the bedroom, two little monsters jumped out on the left and right.

He hugged them and made them laugh.

The family was reunited, and the atmosphere was warm and happy.

The food Song Jinglin brought back was just the usual amount for the father and son. Liu Qingqing had prepared it and took out the lunch box net bag from the luggage bag.

There were several big buns inside.

There was still some residual heat in the pot, and with the curtain, the slightly cool food was put into the pot to warm it up, which was enough for dinner.

The next morning, Song Xiangyang saw his mother's face.

Then he suddenly remembered that his mother was back.

He moved his little body, leaned into his mother's arms and closed his eyes again.

Liu Qingqing had already woken up the moment he moved. When she squinted her eyes to see his further movements, someone snuggled into her arms.

She reached out her hand and reached into Song Xiangyang's armpits...

"Hahaha, mom, you are pretending to sleep." The child was both happy and embarrassed that his little action was discovered.

For the first time, Song Xiangyang asked Liu Qingqing to take him to school.

This had never happened since the first time he went to the nursery.

After entering the nursery door, Xiao Song was still wagging his little hands and looking back every three steps as he walked inside.

Liu Qingqing seemed to have eaten a sour fruit again, and her heart was soft.

Without money for children, she always said that she didn't like children.

Now that she has children, look at them, look at them.

When she makes you feel comfortable, she is just like an angel on earth.

Song Xiangyang walked into the house with his head held high until he could no longer see his mother's figure: "Teacher, have you seen my mother? My mother sent me here today."

Zhang Tongfang: ...

"Erbingzi, my mother sent me here this morning. How did you come? Oh, by myself!"

"Lu Han, today..."

After sending the child, Liu Qingqing wandered to the textile factory.

The transport team, the master and the senior brothers each had a cake specialty.

As for the workshop, they were all familiar with each other. If we gave gifts, it would be fine.

If we didn't, it wouldn't look good.

She opened two large paper bags and asked everyone to share: "It's a specialty of Jicheng. The taste is actually similar to the snacks in our supply and marketing cooperative. Let's have a taste."

Who would buy snacks to eat on a regular basis? They would only buy a pound or two as gifts during festivals.

I have never been willing to taste them.

"Oh, Mr. Liu has gone out to study, but he still hasn't forgotten us."

"Will Mr. Liu come back?"

Liu Qingqing smiled and nodded: "Of course I will come back, and I will join everyone in production work."

After chatting for a while, she went into Director Sun's office again, using the excuse of not disturbing everyone.

Director Sun looked at the things Liu Qingqing sent over his glasses and said seriously: "Take it back quickly, I don't need to send anything."

Liu Qingqing knew that she was a serious and upright person, so the way she treated others was useless to her.

"Director Sun, I'm not bribing you. Anyone who bribes someone gets a snack. This is a specialty I heard from a teacher at school. I just gave some to everyone in our factory. You can't be left out, right?"

Director Sun smiled and said nothing more.

Liu Qingqing sighed after leaving the office. Such a good leader is really good. He doesn't like to accept gifts.

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Song Jinglin walked with the wind after his wife came home.

He hurried home as soon as he got off work.

My son didn't come back for lunch at noon, so I finally didn't have that light bulb.

"Wife, you didn't say a few words to me yesterday."

Liu Qingqing rolled her eyes secretly. Who let him snatch the son away?

"Who said my son is younger? You should give way to him, oh~!" She was trying to coax a child.

Song Jinglin was so soft-hearted. Only he could have the look and tone of his wife.

"Okay, I'll cook, you take a break." It must be said that he really liked it.

After dinner, Liu Qingqing took Song Jinglin to take a nap.

She hooked her finger and flirted with him.

Song Jinglin followed her into the house.

Chapter 247: Running to the funeral

Song Jinglin must have been really busy recently.

In addition to working and taking care of the children, he also stocked up on autumn vegetables and nailed up the windows.

However, except for the house they live in now, the other houses are covered with dust, and the main room looks like it hasn't been cleaned for a while.

Not to mention the warehouse.

Liu Qingqing took the opportunity of the New Year's cleaning to let the white mice out and clean it up thoroughly.

Song Jinglin felt sorry for his wife who was busy when she got home, so he insisted on coming back from get off work to help.

Classmate Song Xiangyang was excited. His father couldn't leave him behind, right?

He picked up a rag and followed his father's butt to work.

From time to time, he looked back: "Mom, do you think I cleaned it well?"

"Mom, am I cleaning it better than Dad?"

...

"Yes, our Xiangyang is very good at cleaning the table."

"Yes, he is better than Dad, keep it up."

Amid his mother's flattery, he lost himself again.

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On the 24th of February, Song Jinglin received a telegram from Taoshan Village.

There were only four words on it: Mother died, come back quickly.

After receiving the message, he was in a trance.

Even though his relationship with his parents was average, it didn't mean he didn't care.

He pulled himself together and persisted for the whole morning.

It was not until he returned home at noon that he could no longer hide his distraught look.

Liu Qingqing took the telegram paper from his hand and didn't know what to say for a while.

When it comes to comforting people, she is a loser.

But she can give some strength - patting Song Jinglin on the shoulder.

Song Jinglin pulled the corner of his mouth and came back to his senses.

Liu Qingqing: "Can you take a leave here?"

"Yes, I have already reported it."

"When can you leave? I will arrange the ticket in advance."

"No, I will buy it from Lao Xu..."

"You should still do your own thing, I have an acquaintance at the train station."

"Tomorrow?"

"Okay, I will pack it this afternoon and leave early tomorrow morning."

The two finalized the itinerary and began to work on their own matters.

Liu Qingqing took the transport team's car to the city.

As usual, she went to find Wang Baiying at the train station.

Wang Baiying happened to be selling tickets at the window today.

The person who wanted to stop her from getting up had to pay two sleeper tickets before she was pulled into the lounge.

...

After walking out of the train station, she went to the supply and marketing cooperative again, and by the way, she called Wu Ning Zhou's unit and asked Zhou's wife to help clean up the house.

A set of keys was left at Zhou's house before, so that he could help look after it. In addition, Zhou's wife was reluctant to leave her garden uncultivated, so she kept tending to it.

Finally, she stayed in the guesthouse and waited for Wu Sufen to pick her up.

When Wu Sufen came back after delivering the goods, she looked at the person who carried two bags on the bus and admired him very much.

"Master Liu, you bought so many New Year goods!" She felt that what she bought was too much.

"I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow and I'm going to take it back."

If you want to take things back, you have to have a reason. If you don't go to the supply and marketing cooperative, how can you get things?

This trip has shipped goods and bought tickets.

Perfect!

Song Xiangyang's child can go to the nursery until the 28th of the lunar month, although there is no holiday for the New Year to promote production.

However, the army and the factory have organized programs, and the children can go with their parents.

Song Xiangyang also arranged a performance program with his friends.

When he learned that his parents would take him back to his hometown the next day, Song Xiangyang hurried to inform his friends.

Liu Qingqing: ...

Oh, I ignored the child's social life.

He also has things to arrange.

How can you be so disrespectful to the child? I must pay attention next time.

The family of three set off early the next morning after breakfast.

Song Jinglin had already arranged a vehicle to take them.

As the Chinese New Year was approaching, there were quite a few people on the bus.

But not as crazy as in Wuning.

There are several reasons. First, this is the starting station, the time is long, and there is no need to rush.

Second, because this is the starting station, everyone who gets on the bus at this station has a seat, so just get on.

It is different in Wuning. It is a small station in the county town, and the platform is not perfect. Many people can go directly to the platform without buying tickets.

The convenience of package tickets has led to many people on the bus not having tickets.

Because it is an insignificant small station in the middle of the journey, the stop time is also short, and the ticket buyers and the actual boarding people do not match, so it is particularly difficult.

Don't think that there was no movement at that time because of the identity control.

The educated youth who went to the countryside at that time were a large part of the population.

Then there were those who visited relatives and those who worked for government offices.

There was also a group of...

The "vagrants" who were not introduced by the red armbands were these people.

Even in the 1970s when the country was more closed, there were still people who robbed, killed and set fire to people.

There were even many bandits and mountain bandits.

In addition to foreign wars, the missions that Song Jinglin often participated in in recent years were these bandit suppression missions.

Even more, there were cult organizations.

Liu Qingqing couldn't believe it, there were quite a few cult organizations these days.

The most famous cult in the past few years was the "One Step to Heaven" cult, which arrested many people.

There are still similar things happening now.

And things will start to get chaotic starting this year.

The darkness before dawn is even more chaotic.

Chapter 248 Familiar

Taoshan Village

The mourning tent has been set up in the yard of the old house of the Song family.

Even though the funeral cannot be held in a grand manner due to charges such as "feudal superstition", in every village.

The basic customs of setting up the mourning tent, crying at home, and wearing a white belt all exist.

As long as you don't "invite a witch" to sing and dance, no department will force you to do it.

Old man Song sat next to the old woman with his head drooped.

He wrapped himself in a cotton padded jacket and looked out of the door for a while.

It's a pity that it's winter, and people don't attract flies or anything like that.

Otherwise, it would have become smelly after waiting for so many days.

If it were summer, there would be no way to wait for the second son to come back before burying him.

The old woman was also unlucky. She didn't enjoy the good life. She ate and drank well for more than a year, and then she fell.

This time, it was completely cold.

He was left alone, and it was quite sad to think about it.

"Dad, can the second son come back?" Song Jingchun walked in from the outside with his hands in his sleeves.

Old Song was annoyed with him, glared at him and said: "Didn't you see the telegram?"

Song Jingchun curled his lips, but he just saw that the second son was coming back, why was he so stubborn.

As if someone could take him away.

There was a silence between the father and son.

Song Jingchun wandered around for a while and went back to his own home.

He had a quarrel with his grandfather after he asked for food. Not only did he lose the four yuan, but he also had to move out several hundred kilograms of food. It was heartbreaking to think about it.

In addition, the second son had a son, but he caught the old man's eye and was thinking about giving him gifts every day.

Why didn't he be so attentive when he had a son?

He walked into the house with his hands in his pockets and looked at Tian Cuixiang's belly. There had been no signs for many years. I guess it was useless...

After Liu Qingqing's family of three arrived in Wuning, Song Jinglin went to the village first.

She and Song Xiangyang went to the supply and marketing cooperative, and then took Liu Dongfang's bicycle back.

The speed should be about the same, and it would save the children from rushing in the cold weather.

A group of friends in the supply and marketing cooperative were very surprised to see Liu Qingqing coming back, and they asked her questions for a long time.

Since last year, although the correspondence between them has not stopped, it has also decreased a lot.

Probably because they have all got married and had children, and they are focusing on their own children and men, and their relationship has gradually faded.

But now when they meet, they still have topics to talk about.

This seems to be similar to the relationship between junior high school and high school classmates in later generations.

After going their separate ways in college, they gradually stopped communicating. Once they get together in their hometown, they can still chat enthusiastically.

"That's all for today. I have to go back to the village. I'll come over another day."

When Sun Yingxia and the others heard that she was going back to attend the funeral, they waved their hands and stuffed a piece of money into her pocket.

Liu Qingqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and didn't push it away.

I'll give them some "special products" in a few days.

When Liu Dongfang saw her sister arrive at the purchasing department, he stood up immediately.

She didn't need to say anything more, Liu Dongfang knew what he should do.

"Sister, let's go, I'll take you back now. What's the matter? Is your brother-in-law on a mission again?"

He is doing well in the supply and marketing cooperative now, and he will come over even if he doesn't have work.

He has become much more tactful.

Now that he was leaving early, he just smiled and waved to everyone.

"He didn't go on a mission, he went back to the village first." Liu Qingqing also greeted everyone one by one, and then turned around to answer.

Liu Dongfang got on his bicycle and rushed to the village with his mother and daughter.

As they approached the village entrance, they really caught up with Song Jinglin.

"Brother."

"Hey, you walk fast." Liu Dongfang touched the back of his head and wanted to give himself a slap. What did he say?

When they arrived in the village, Liu Qingqing jumped off the bike, took a luggage bag from the handlebars and handed it to Song Jinglin.

The family of three went straight to the old Song's house.

The weather was cold, and they had been at home for so many days.

No relatives came to the old Song's yard anymore.

Liu Qingqing approached and saw the familiar bed board and the familiar marks on the yellow cloth.

Her eyelids twitched. This seemed to be the same set she had used before!

Chapter 249 What is a ghost

"Dad, we are back."

Old Song said "Ah!" and his eyes turned red.

Although the father and son were silent, they were emotional and stood beside Old Song's wife with red noses and eyes.

Liu Qingqing followed behind holding Song Xiangyang's hand.

She didn't care how the old Song family discussed the funeral, she just followed from a distance.

Old Song had been staying in the yard for five days, and it was not appropriate to keep her there, so Old Song planned to bury her today.

There was no activity like burning paper, some families would burn it at night.

This was entirely up to Old Song's wishes, he would burn it privately if he wanted to.

It was freezing cold, but fortunately we had arranged for someone to dig the grave a few days ago.

Otherwise, it would have taken a lot of effort to dig it right away.

After a series of simple procedures, the old lady was buried.

After returning from the mountain, the mourning shed was quickly removed.

The speed of this set was shocking.

There is no filial son by the bed of a long-term patient, and there is no caring old man by the bed of a long-term patient.

After being exhausted for a long time, Old Song had long lost his sadness.

Since Liu Qingqing's family came back, they must wait until the end of the Chinese New Year before leaving.

When Old Song heard that his second son and his family said they would spend the Chinese New Year here, he couldn't hold back his joy. It was because he had good sense and had a correct attitude that he didn't worry about his son and daughter-in-law not caring.

As for the eldest brother's family, he didn't want to care about them since they spread rumors about him and Zhang Daqin all over the village.

What a joke, putting the blame on his father's head.

He was lying next to the stick and peeking when he was beaten, he deserved it.

"Second brother, how many days can you stay in the village?" He asked, his eyes never leaving his grandson.

"Not for a few days, we have to go back around the third day of the Chinese New Year." The vacation was short, and the round trip was long, so there were only a few days left.

Old man Song nodded silently: "That's fine."

He took out a small wooden sword and waved it in front of Song Xiangyang for a while, and finally got his grandson's attention.

Song Jingchun snorted, and when he saw the two people's eyes looking at him, he immediately stopped talking.

He was muttering in his heart that the old man was probably planning to run to the second son, and he didn't even think about who the second son's wife was.

How could he care about this old man when the second son was so obsessed with him?

Old man Song knew what his eldest son was thinking, so he ignored him and lowered his head to concentrate on entertaining the child.

He really wanted to go, but he had never left the village in his life, and it was so shabby that he was panicking.

In the whole village, the most enviable person was Old Lady Liu.

She had seen the world.

He also wanted to...

Once Old Lady Song died, Zhang Daqin would not be able to make this little money.

But after such a long time, she has saved a lot of money, enough to support herself in her old age.

Although Old Mrs. Liu is a bad mouth, what she says occasionally makes sense.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and parents cannot enjoy this blessing.

Her family is full of losers, from big to small, from old to young.

It's scary to think about it.

If the eldest grandson hadn't been frightened by the eldest of the Liu family a while ago.

He would still be making trouble outside at this time.

Now he is scared out of his wits and finally doesn't go out to attract cats and dogs.

Speaking of which, they were not on good terms when they were young.

As they get older, they can still talk to each other.

"Zhang Da Mouth, I remind you, the money you have is calculated by people outside, and it is better to save it yourself. Look at the money in your hand, you don't have any, how can you be better off now!" Old Mrs. Liu muttered while cracking melon seeds.

Zhang Daqin glared at her and spat the melon seed shells out: "You don't need to pay New Year's greetings to the cat, I have hidden it long ago."

It's only fifty yuan in total, so there is no place to hide it.

Who does she think doesn't know that this woman has a lot of money.

Don't even think about showing off to her.

Old Lady Liu shook her head: "Anyone who hides money will leave traces. If you really want to find it in the small space in your house, you can find it no matter how hard you try."

Zhang Daqin poked her head and whispered: "Where did you hide it? Tell me so I can learn from you."

"What are you thinking?" Old Lady Liu rolled her eyes and pushed the person over.

How can you easily reveal your ability to hide money to make a living? ? ?

"But you can actually save it in the savings bank, and then take a thin piece of paper and sew it close to your body every day."

Zhang Daqin looked at her carefully from head to toe: "Did you hide it on your body?"

Old Lady Liu: #@￥#%*......&.

She was kind enough to impart knowledge, but this old man actually remembered where she hid her money?

Zhang Daqin saw her drooping old face and laughed and slapped her thigh: "Look at you, you can hide if you want, I can't get on you and take it off."

Old Mrs. Liu was embarrassed and angry: "Get lost, it's not certain who will take off who, you are not a man."

They are also bastards, two people who have fought a lot, they like to get together.

Now they are old and can't do it anymore.

They are still very energetic when they get together and make a few insults to each other.

"If it doesn't work, you can find another old man to live with, so you don't have to worry about your house being robbed."

Zhang Daqin sighed: "I'm satisfied with living with my dead old man for the rest of my life, I don't have any other thoughts. If you have any, find one yourself, don't blame me."

"Oh, I can't tell, you're quite traditional."

"What's the matter? I'm my old man's person in life, and his ghost in death. I'll be buried in a pit when I kick my legs back."

It has to be said that there is still a certain generation gap between the old ladies.

Old Mrs. Liu curled her lips: "It's still his ghost, forget it. He's your ghost now."

Zhang Daqin: ...

Liu Qingqing heard these two sentences when she stepped into the house.

It was a bit funny.

Song Xiangyang looked up: "Mom, what is a ghost?"

...

This is a good question.

But mom couldn't open her mouth at this time.

Liu Qingqing greeted the two old ladies who poked their heads out: "Auntie is here."

"Yeah, well, I'm free to chat with your mother for a while. Old Liu, your daughter is back. I'm leaving first. We'll talk another day." Zhang Daqin patted his butt, his old face slightly red, and he didn't know if anyone heard what he said at the end.

"Auntie, sit for a while..."

"No, no." He ran while saying it, and it was very fast.

Song Xiangyang's little head was full of doubts.

He hadn't told him what a ghost was yet.

Liu Qingqing just brought the child here to stay for a while.

After Song Jinglin finished his work, the three of them went back to their own homes.

There was no place for them to live in the village.

When Old Lady Liu saw Song Xiangyang, her eyes narrowed into a slit: "Grandma's eldest grandson, do you still remember Grandma?"

Song Xiangyang's little head turned around randomly, and it was unclear whether he nodded or shook his head.

It all depends on personal understanding.

It has been almost two years since the last time he went back to his hometown.

Liu Qingqing thought that with her son's poor memory, he probably didn't remember.

But Song Xiangyang didn't show his true feelings at all, calling her "Grandma" affectionately, rolling to the head of the kang in Old Lady Liu's arms, and then rolling back, like a meat egg.

Old Lady Liu was very satisfied, thinking that her grandson, whom she had taken care of from head to toe, was indeed considerate...

Chapter 250 The Legend of Sister

Old man Song learned from his second son that his second son actually went to the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University.

His eyes almost popped out.

He never dreamed that his second son was so capable.

After he came to his senses, he gave up the idea of going with his second son.

His grandson went to college with his second son, so there was no point for him to go there, just staring at his second son?

An old man staying alone during the day?

Forget it, he can still stroll around the village and chat with his old friends.

"Xiangyang's mother is a promising woman. You guys should stay there and don't make trouble."

Song Jinglin curled his lips slightly: "I know, Dad."

Song Jingchun didn't want to listen to the second brother showing off, and bit his cheek to help: "Second brother, our dad will be alone in the future, and he will take care of himself..."

"Dad, what do you think?" Song Jinglin didn't respond to his eldest brother, but turned to ask Old Song.

Old Song thought the two were talking about filial piety money, and hesitated for a while and said: "Your mother is gone, and I, an old man, can't use that."

Song Jinglin glanced at the eldest brother, who obviously didn't think so, but he closed his mouth when he heard this.

Of course, it would be better if he could give less.

Old Song thought for a moment and said, "But at my age, I can't do much at work, and I still have to provide food, otherwise I won't have enough to eat at the end of the year."

Song Jingchun:...

He didn't get any advantage, so let's forget about it.

The topic was discussed for a while, and finally it was left unresolved.

Song Jinglin didn't care about the thirty or fifty years old, and he would go on more than one mission.

The main thing was to have a reputation, and also to show filial piety.

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In order to travel back and forth in the village conveniently, Song Jinglin borrowed a bicycle from the village accountant.

The family of three returned to Wuning when it was just getting dark.

Not only had Mrs. Zhou cleaned the house, but the fire wall stove was also burning hot.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry to bother you."

Sister-in-law Zhou waved her hand: "Why are you still being polite to me? It's too much. All right, you three have been busy for several days. Take a rest and we'll talk again when we have time."

"Okay, I'll go talk to you tomorrow." Sending Sister-in-law Zhou away.

Liu Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't do anything that day. She just felt exhausted.

Not only was she tired, Song Xiangyang was also sleepy and his eyelids were fighting and he kept yawning.

Song Jinglin boiled a pot of water, and the family quickly washed up and prepared to go to bed.

The quilt was a good quilt, all made of her new cotton.

It's just that it's not suitable to dry the quilt in the winter. After drying it outside for a few days, it still feels a bit like being covered with a blanket.

Liu Qingqing took out the sheets and quilt cover from the luggage bag and felt much better after putting them on.

The mother and daughter got into the quilt and fell asleep in less than five minutes after laughing.

Song Jinglin added more firewood and coal and went into the house.

Seeing the mother and daughter breathing evenly, he smiled gently.

His sad mood was relieved.

Although he didn't show anything today, he was in a heavy mood.

This heaviness came not only from the discord in his family, but also from the fact that he would no longer have a mother in the future...

Even if his mother was not good to him, he still relied on her when he was a child.

I shook off all the memories of my childhood, changed my clothes, lay down beside my son, and held them both in my arms.

My heart was filled.

When I woke up in the morning, there was a thin layer of snow outside.

Because I decided to come back at the last minute, there was no plastic sheeting on the windows, so I had to get up several times at night to add firewood.

But the advantage of glass without plastic sheeting is that it is very bright.

Song Xiangyang was awakened by the shouting of children outside.

After he got up, he looked around at the unfamiliar environment and couldn't remember where he was.

"Mom!"

Liu Qingqing walked in from the main room: "Is my son awake? Get up and eat."

Although she had prepared everything, she felt it was strange to bring food from a long distance, let alone Song Jinglin.

Breakfast was steamed buns that Song Jinglin bought at the state-owned hotel.

Song Xiangyang rubbed his eyes and got dressed obediently: "Mom, where's Dad?"

Liu Qingqing pointed outside the window: "It's snowing, your dad is sweeping the snow outside."

The white snow outside the window refracted the light in, and it was dazzlingly white.

Song Xiangyang excitedly sped up: "I want to play in the snow."

Liu Qingqing never restricted her children, but it was better to go slowly at first.

"Eat first, then go play." Seeing that her son had already started washing his face, she opened the door and called Song Jinglin back.

Compared with the snow in Xiping, the snow in Wuning is more sticky and can be easily rolled into a snowball.

The snow in the alley has been shoveled into a pile by each family, and the children around gathered together to make snowmen.

Song Xiangyang is a self-familiar person. He was not afraid of the group of children and rushed into the crowd with his short legs.

The child who suddenly came up made the group of children quiet for a moment.

A tall boy stretched out his arm to stop him: "Whose child are you?"

Song Xiangyang looked up at the other party: "The child of the old Song family."

The tall boy shook his head. He didn't know which family the old Song family was. He had never heard of anyone with the surname Song in this alley.

Seeing their puzzled expressions, Song Xiangyang added, "The child of the old Liu family."

The group of people still looked confused.

Only Zhou Xinfang from Zhou Saozi's family spoke up, "It must be the younger brother of Aunt Liu's family!"

Last time Aunt Liu came back, she had seen this younger brother a few times, but she didn't have a deep impression of him.

When the tall boy heard this, he suddenly knew who this child was. His face changed and he stepped back quickly.

This is the grandson of Aunt Lu's family. Although he had long forgotten the process of being cried by the spicy food, his family was always under the shadow of the family across the street for a while.

Several adults in his family repeatedly told them not to provoke the mother and daughter of the Liu family...

That was the family that caused his grandparents to fight and almost divorced.

Although he didn't know what divorce was, his father said that divorce meant splitting the family into two halves. His head shook like a wave drum, and he didn't want to be split in half.

Now, the Liu family has another little one.

He should stay away from them.

Song Xiangyang wondered why his elder brother, who had just stretched out his arms and put his hands on his waist, suddenly flashed away.

Maybe he knows martial arts?

Song Xiangyang's eyes were full of stars, and he started chasing the grandson of the Lu family. He had already forgotten about playing in the snow.

Song Jinglin stared at his son playing from a distance, and felt that his wife was very prestigious in this area, and could even calm down children.

Liu Qingqing: Although my sister is no longer in the martial arts world, she still has the name of my sister in the martial arts world.