Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 97: Wu Gao's Own Phoenix Habitat(4)

The five-year-old child was already a little heavy, and Xiangle hugged his hand a little sore, and put the person down in the child's expressionless face.
"Do you want to be carried by your brother on your shoulder?" Sagaku saw the child passing by the man on his shoulder, and looked at the one next to him.
"Don't." Zong Que stretched out his hand and refused.
"Okay." Xiangle took his little hand and asked with a smile, "Did you get along well with the children at school today?"
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"What did the teachers say at school today?" Sagaku asked.
"Subtraction." Zong Que replied.
The big one and the small one hold hands and watch the extraordinary harmony on the crowded street.
......
When he was in the village, he made a living by weaving bamboo baskets, because he often walked between the town and the mountain village, and he was able to earn some extra income by helping to bring goods.
And now although I occasionally have to go to the bamboo forest to cut some bamboo back, but without the frequent rush as before, the bamboo basket can basically be delivered to the store by walking two streets, which can save a lot of time, and the chickens in the backyard have grown up, some hens hold the nest, Xiangle doesn't even have to pick up the eggs themselves, the child will help him pick up the eggs by the way when he gets up every morning, the newly reclaimed vegetable field behind is not too big, the seeds only need to be watered occasionally, there are chickens, and even pest control is not used.
The days are a little leisurely, and in addition to making baskets, washing clothes, cooking, cleaning up the house, and these things, I feel a little empty for a while.
Many people in the town also have land, but the autumn harvest days have passed, and many people are idle.
Neighbors chatter, or come to buy some eggs, Xiangle and the people around them also get acquainted.
"Your eggs are really good." The woman who came to buy the eggs counted, "It's just a little less."
"There are fewer chickens." Xiangle laughed, "There will be more in the coming year."
"Hey, do you sell your chickens?" The woman asked.
"Don't sell it yet." Sagaku said, "I'm hugging the nest."
"Okay, tell me when I can sell it, and the one at home will love to eat." The woman smiled and said, "Three days and two heads either want sugar, or canned oranges, or sugar cakes, I have the heart to say that I will fry him, the oil is very expensive, your family did not shout about it?"
"No, Que Baoer doesn't eat her mouth." Xiangle said with a smile.
He would like the children to be greedy, but his family has never been a picky eater about what he gives, but he also grows fast because of this.
"How good you look, just the scourge of my family, the mouth is bad." Although the woman was complaining, she had a smile on her face.
"By the way, where did you buy your canned oranges?" Sagaku asked, "I see that there is no supply and marketing agency.
"That was brought back from the county by his second aunt during the New Year." The woman said, "I heard that there is everything in the county, and cars are driving everywhere."
"So it is." Sagaku sent the man out and put away the basket of eggs.
The county seat, which is a place that many people want to go, has also heard rumors there, saying that there are many things that are not available in the town, and there are small buildings that can be built on several floors, everyone has Yanmar at home, maybe there are cars, and there are many rich people.
Although there are factories in the town, I heard that the factories in the county town are particularly large, and everyone can get rich there, and the tip of the iceberg, Xiangle has only glimpsed a corner in the black and white pictures of newspapers.
"Que Baoer, what do you say the county town looks like?" Sagaku talks to children while lying in bed at night.
"There is a small building." Zong Que had read it in the newspapers, and although it seemed unsurprising to him, it was obviously much more prosperous than here compared to the town.
"Yes, I heard that the houses there can be built very high." Sagaku rolled over and said, "I also heard today that there are canned oranges and many small snacks that children like."
"Brother, you want to go?" Zong Que asked.
"Well, I want to go and see." Xiang Le guguan said under the quilt, "If you bring back something that is not in the town, you may be able to sell it for a lot of money." They
now need to buy a lot of vegetables, and they spend everything on grain, oil, rice and noodles, and they only rely on weaving bamboo baskets and selling eggs, and they have no surplus in their hands.
"Brother, do you want to open a store?" Zong Que asked.
This kind of thinking can indeed make money, supply and marketing cooperatives obviously can not meet the needs of many people, as long as they can find supply channels, solve traffic problems, open a store that sells department stores can accumulate the first pot of gold.
"Open a store?" Sagaku wondered.
"It's like a shop that sells bamboo baskets, selling all kinds of baskets, and buying them all at once." Zong Que said.
"I bought it all at once." Xiang Le pondered, "If you can buy it all at once, many people will definitely be willing to come and buy it, Que Baoer, you are so smart." The
market always needs a stall to find, such a market at least once a month, but if you can buy all the stalls in one store, then many people must be willing to come.
Just how to do it, Sagaku felt that he still had to figure it out.
"Huh?" Zong Que questioned.
"It's nothing, Que Baoer helped a lot." Xiangle got closer to him, patted his quilt and said, "Que Bao'er is going to bed quickly, and I have to go to school tomorrow."
"Hmm." Zong Que replied and closed his eyes.
Zong Que's school life is still continuing, and Xiangle is repeatedly pondering ways to make money, anyway, idle is idle, if life can be better, Que Baoer will not have to worry about anything in the future.
Just when the weekend was off, Xiangle put on a basket and took Zongque to the ox cart to the county seat.
A flat cart pulled by a big yellow ox, and there were other people with baggage on the car, the yellow ox cart was slow, but the victory was good in endurance, and it staggered off the scenery behind it.
The people in the car were bored and chatted, some wanted to go to the county to visit relatives, and some went to the county to work.
"What are you doing?" The man sitting on the side asked.
"We went to visit relatives." Sagaku put his arm around the child and said.
"It's amazing that someone in your family can live in the county." The man said.
The car is boring, only the surrounding scenery accompanies, the conversation does not stop, Xiangle occasionally catches up two sentences, and there are people who meet hitchhikers along the way, some people come up, and some people go down.
Occasionally, when he saw Zong Que carrying a basket, he handed over two dates after casual conversation.
Zong Que raised his eyes and reached out to take it, "Thank you."
"No thanks, no thanks." The man smiled and said, "This kid in your family looks white, and he looks like a city person."
"Probably not basking in the sun very often." Sagaku touched the child's head.
The child does not move, but rather than running and playing with the child on the street, he prefers to go out with him, pick some wild fruits in autumn, accompany him to cut bamboo, pick mushrooms, and wear a small straw hat when he meets the sun, but so white, it should be the white purity of the parents.
"It's good to be quiet, and this dress is easy to pack." The man laughed.
The ox cart swayed all the way, they set out in the morning, and at almost noon they saw many people riding Yanmar, the ox cart gathered in it, and the people who were originally a little sleepy on the cart were in good spirits, looking expectantly at the road ahead, and then saw the small building in the distance.
The oxcart stepped on the flat ground, and a group of people wondered: "What is this land made of?"
"There really is a small building."
"You look at the clothes people wear, it's so beautiful."
"It's not..."
Zong Que looked at the place, which was slowly abandoning the green brick tile houses, but had been converted into bungalows, small buildings one after another, and the ground was a flat road made of sand and gravel squeeze.
Passers-by are not wearing simple clothes or even pudding as in town, their clothes are green, and some young people have begun to pay attention to the style.
"You look at the bag that people carry, it seems to be different from our burden."
"How did you get your hair so curly?"
The ox cart stopped, and the owner said to the people in the car: "I've arrived at the place, I want to buy something quickly, I will go back in the afternoon."
"Stop here, so how do we get to the factory?" A young man asked.
"That, wait for the bus, someone will collect the ticket." The owner said.
"Car? Can I go anywhere? The young men asked.
"That's not it." The owner said.
Everyone got out of the car, brought their own baggage, Zong Que walked to the side of the car and jumped down, the young man in the car got up, looked at this strange city and took a deep breath, also got out of the car, took Zong Que's hand and asked: "Uncle, what time do you leave this afternoon?"
"I'll have to catch up at three." The owner asked, "Is your relative close?"
Sagaku hesitated and said, "I don't know, we came for the first time."
"That's what you can find." The owner of the car looked at this big and small road, "But if you can't find it, there is a guest house in this city, you go to that place, Wumao can stay for one night, you can come back tomorrow, I will come tomorrow."
"Well, thank you." Xiang Le calmed down, took Zong Que's small hand and walked to the side of the road to wait for the car.
There are many people on the road, and there are many people like them who rush here, but everything is fresh.
Yanmars can be seen everywhere, girls have permed hair, and some even wear high heels.
Sagaku looked at it curiously, thinking that he could walk with such high heels.
The bus did not come for a long time, Xiangle took out the newspaper and spread it on the side of the road and sat down, Zong Que sat next to him and ate a simple lunch together, listening to the exclamations of several people who had just come next to him.
"Look, little car! It's really a car! It's really fast.
Xiangle looked over and beckoned the children around him to look at it together: "Que Baoer, look, little car!"
Zong Que looked over, it was a rather quaint model, the workmanship was not as exquisite as in later generations, but it was indeed rare in this era.
"Yanmar is so expensive, I don't know how much this car costs."
"Maybe a few thousand."
"People in the county are really rich."
"But no, it is estimated that it takes 10,000 yuan to afford it."
"That's tens of thousands of dollars." Passers-by said when they heard the discussion.
The eager young people who were originally discussing were instantly surprised: "Tens of thousands of yuan?!"
"So how do you earn it?"
"What a boss that must be..."
"Tens of thousands of dollars, really powerful." Xiangle sighed.
He felt that hundreds of dollars was a lot, tens of thousands, and he didn't even dare to think about it.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
People who can buy a car in this era are indeed capable, but it is difficult to seize big business opportunities at his current age, but they are content.
The bus came from afar, stopped by a group of young people, and Xiangle packed up his things, rolled up the newspaper and walked over with the child's hand.
The people who got on the bus handed over the money at the location, and the seats on the bus were full, but many people were happy even when standing.
"We want to go to places where we sell our goods." Sagaku said.
"Your basket is too space-occupied, put it in front first, and walk back." The conductor said.
Sagaku took off the basket, put it in front, huddled in the crowd with the child, and carefully protected him.
The vehicle starts, inertia makes many people exclaim, but the speed amazes many people.
"Go to the department store, one person and one dime, this is your home? How old is it? The conductor asked, dressed in uniform.
Sagaku said, "Five years old.
"There is no charge for children, a dime." The conductor said.
Xiangle handed over the money, and the others were a little surprised: "Children don't charge."
"It seems to be some kind of policy."
"I knew I was bringing the baby with me."
The car is very fast, but someone on the side of the road will stop when beckoning, and one meal after another, someone will go up, someone will go down, crowded, and Xiangle is also squeezed to the very back.
"The department store is getting off the bus!" The conductor shouted.
"We're going down, we're going down, let's go." Xiangle grabbed Zong Que's hand and squeezed forward.
"Don't squeeze, we'll go down too." The person in front said.
"Oh, who stepped on my shoes?"
"Don't worry, wait for a long time to stop." The conductor said.
The car was parked, and when the door opened, the crowd rushed out, and the people behind squeezed forward.
Xiangle grabbed the child's hand and walked forward, and finally got his basket, almost holding Zongque in one hand, and got out of the car directly amid the urging.
They got off and walked to the side, the crowd slowly dispersed, and some people squeezed into the car, Xiangle breathed a sigh of relief, put down the child in his hand, looked at his exploded hair and reached out and smiled: "There are really too many people in the county."
They squeezed all the way, they also sweated, and their hair exploded, originally they were a little irritable, but looking at the child's hair, they suddenly became irritable again.
"It's a lot." Zong Que reached out and smoothed his equally upturned hair.
Xiangle took a deep breath, took out the newspaper from the bamboo basket and said, "Let's rest for a while before leaving."
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
Even on an autumn day, the sun at two o'clock was still a little hot, Zong Que drank water, and Xiangle also drank a few sips of water, suppressing the nausea in his chest: "Riding the bus doesn't feel as comfortable as the ox cart."
"Indeed." Zong Que was in favor of this, especially for his short stature, and the air below was even worse.
"Next time, I'll do it myself." Xiangle touched his head and said, "You stay at home and read a book and play with Dahei."
He didn't want to lock the child in the house, he wanted to take him out to see the world, but now that the world has seen it, he is still comfortable staying at home.
"Come together." Zong Que said.
Sagaku looked at him and smiled, "You still have to go to school, well... If I'm not at home, you'll have to help sell the goods.
Zong Que sighed and agreed: "Hmm.
"It's nice to have Que Bao'er here." Sagaku hugged him and exhaled his hair, ruffling the originally arranged hair again.
"It's getting dark for a while." Zong Que was caught off guard and reminded with difficulty.
"Okay, let's go." Sagaku let go of him and straightened his head, "I heard that there are especially many delicious foods here, as well as canned oranges." Said
to be a department store, in fact, it is just a simple two-story small building, with a variety of aisles, stalls next to each other, more like a gathering market, but many things sold here are something that Xiangle has never seen.
They circled around it and could indeed find everything.
"What is it?"
"This is called Tang Monk Meat."
"Really fake? Does Que Baoer want to eat? Sagaku asked.
Zong Que looked at his novel gaze and nodded.
"How to sell?" Sagaku asked.
"Two bags a minute." The stall owner said.
"Then take two bags first." Sagaku took two bags and asked the price of another small snack.
"This is called tiger meat."
"Awesome." Sagaku exclaimed.
A variety of small snacks were purchased, and Xiangle also came across canned oranges, which were packed in glass jars, which looked particularly watery.
"How do you sell this?" Sagaku asked.
"A dime a tin." The stall owner said.
Xiangle pursed his lips when he heard the price, and put five small hand baskets on top of a dime jar: "Then come a jar."
He looked at the child standing next to him and hesitated, "Take two cans."
"Okay, take two cents from you." The stall owner handed over two cans and said, "Remember to put them in the shade when you go back."
"Okay, thanks." Sagaku put the can in the back basket, took Soque's hand, inquired about the location of the guest house before sunset, got the key and went up to the second floor.
"201，201。" Sagaku led the child up the stairs, looked for the room number, and opened the door.
It is a very small room with only a single bed in it, but with cabinets, kettles and washbasins.
Xiangle went in and brought the door, put down his things, lifted the warm pot and said, "Que Baoer, you wait here, I'll go get some hot water." "Good
." Zong Que walked to the windowThe window was opened, and the air in the room was through.
It was already dusk, the flow of people on the street was more than before, the bustling sound came in, the teenager took the hot water back, washed the basin, poured hot water to dry, and poured it into the glass jar, and then took the bamboo basket and greeted the child: "Que Baoer, look at what snacks you want to eat."
Zong Que walked over, looked at the flowery green bags, and picked up one casually.
"Take a few more." Sagaku said.
"I have to taste it." Zong Que said.
Xiangle looked at his serious look and felt that his family Que Bao'er was simply a genius: "It's okay, I'll taste it when you eat it." It
is indeed necessary to taste it, because only by tasting it can you know whether the taste is good or not, and whether others will buy it.
Zong Que picked out the bag, and Xiang Le washed the towel in the slightly cooled basin to wipe his hands, and then helped to open the bag.
It's a novelty taste, more special than the taste of the meal, but it's really delicious.
Zong Que was not very keen on snacks, but the teenager's eyes were a little shining: "This is indeed delicious."
"All for you." Zong Que handed the bag over.
"Que Baoer, you don't like to eat?" Sagaku asked.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"Well, I think the kids in this snack town will love it." Sagaku took the tasting.
He was quite elated, Zong Que looked at him, although the teenager has always been strong, but in fact, he is still a child himself.
After tasting a few bags of snacks, but drinking a lot of water, Xiangle took out the dried cakes from the basket, and took a can of canned oranges when he peeled the eggs for Zong Que: "Is it good to eat this for a while?"
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
When the can was opened, a sweet orange smell permeated out, and Xiangle took out the chopsticks from the basket and cleaned it: "Que Bao'er taste." Zong
Que picked up a piece of orange from it and sent it into his mouth, it was very sweet, but because the sour taste of the orange was not greasy, it would indeed be liked by children.
"Brother." Zong Que pushed the bottle and handed the chopsticks over.
Xiangle gently pursed his lower lip and smiled: "It's okay, you eat first, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it later."
"Together." Zong Que looked at him and said.
Xiangle looked at his serious look and took the chopsticks, his family Que Bao'er made up his mind, he couldn't help it.
A clove of orange was put in his mouth, and Xiangle bent his eyes and said, "It's delicious." Watery
and sweet.
The can is not large, two people one petal, in a few mouthfuls to see the bottom, one person and one mouthful, the sugar water in it also saw the bottom.
"It's delicious, no wonder kids like it." Sagaku looked at the empty bottle and poured hot water into it, "It's just too expensive."
Although there are many rich people in the town, he must not sell them at the original price if he wants to bring them back.
When night fell, the curtains were closed, and the big one and the small one wiped the sweat from their bodies with hot water, Xiangle only washed his shirt, but Zongque's small clothes were washed and dried by the window.
The electric light was on, and Zong Que lay on the bed and yawned with his stomach covered, but the boy sat on the edge of the bed and counted the money in his account book, and occasionally sighed.
Zong Que rolled over to look at him, and the young man looked at him and smiled: "Still not sleeping?"
"You don't sleep either." Zong Que said.
"Sleep right away." Xiangle put away the ledger, took a deep breath and lay on the bed, turned off the light, "Que Bao'er go to bed early, we have to go back tomorrow."
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
The small single bed, the big one sleeping on it, but it was still a little spacious, Zong Que knew what he was worried about.
Many of those small snacks don't seem expensive, but so many are sandwiched together, a few dollars may go out, and this is just some, want to open a small store, if the source is not found, their family can not withstand the toss.
The young man tossed and turned a little on the bed, and Zong Que spoke: "Brother, don't worry." Originally
turning over his body gently, Xiangle took a deep breath and said, "You haven't fallen asleep yet?"
"You've been rolling over." Zong Que said.
"Did I get you?" Sagaku asked softly.
"Nope." Zong Que said.
"Alas... It's really expensive to open a store. Sagaku said.
If you really want to make money, the money must be spent in large sums.
"Take your time." Zong Que said, "You can do it for sure.
"You believe me that much?" Sagaku asked with a smile.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"Then take your time first." Sagaku relaxed his shoulders and said.
When he first began to learn basket weaving, he also had no way to teach, others saw him so small, they were unwilling to teach him, and later went to become an apprentice, but at the beginning of the basket can not be wanted, fingers are always pricked, and the noodles are not good, the chickens raised always die, Da Hei is sick, and there is not enough to eat, during that time he was barely supported by the gift money given by the person who helped to do things, and now it is much better than that time, and it really shouldn't be urgent.
The night was silent, and the big one and the small slowly fell asleep.
When they got up the next day, they packed up their things and rushed to the place where they got off yesterday, and in the afternoon they got into the ox cart and rushed back again.
Zongque's schoolwork continued, and Xiangle frequently traveled back and forth between the town and the county, because he was familiar with running, he could go back and forth on the same day, and at first he found nothing, but later he brought back oil.
In this era of considerable oil shortage, the oil he brought back directly became a sought-after commodity.
Because of the attraction of oil, the teenager found a supply point for daily necessities nearby, bought wooden boards, and gradually added things to the cabinet shelves he knocked out, but it was inconvenient for people who came to buy goods to frequently enter and exit the house, and the teenager changed the window facing the street to a tin sheet, which was held up during the day, put down at night, and locked directly from the inside.
Inside and outside the window, buying and selling goods has also become an extremely convenient thing.
Outside the door and window, the young man ingeniously asked people to write the three words of commissary on the whitewashed wooden board.
"That's what people in the county call it." Sagaku explained to the people who came to buy something.
Novelties are always particularly attractive, and from autumn to winter that year, the commissary's business has improved like never before.
It's just that the snow fell and it was inconvenient to buy goods, so Xiangle chose between Yanmar and mule cart, or chose a mule cart, Zongque's family also raised a mule, and because of the family's commissary, Zongque became the envy of all children in the school.
Whenever school was over, Xiangle didn't even have to pick him up, because when school was over, the children rushed to the house in groups of three or five.
"I want a Tang monk meat."
"Can you live forever after eating?"
"I can eat tiger meat, do you know Wusong, he has never eaten it."
"I'm going to jump candy."
The children took their pocket money to buy things, laughed and left, and Sagaku looked at the children who entered the house and untied their scarves and said, "When is your school closed?"
"Tomorrow after the exam." Zong Que said.
"Tomorrow's exam?!" Xiangle looked at the child's gaze and said, "It's nothing, if you take the exam, go to bed early tonight."
"Hmm." Zong Que didn't take this matter too seriously.
However, when he ate the next morning, he had a ham sausage and two round poached eggs on his plate.
The teenager's explanation for this is: "I heard that this can bless the test with 100 points." Zong
Que picked up the chopsticks and ate silently, he had to take two exams, two hundred points.
After the meal, Sagaku sent the child to school, and before he went in to instruct, he said: "Don't be nervous about the exam, you know?" No matter how good or bad Que Bao'er is, my brother will not criticize you.
"Well, I'm out of school at noon." Zong Que raised his head and said.
"Okay, I'll pick you up at noon." Xiangle said with a smile.
Zong Que turned around and walked into the school, the little man was wearing a thick and surrounded by a scarf, looking extremely cute.
At noon, when school was over, he came as promised, but got one that he needed to wait for the winterMessage: "The results will not be announced until the start of school next year?!"
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"How long to wait?" Sagaku took his hand and asked, "Why?"
He now wants to know the child's grades.
"The teacher said let those who fail the exam have a good year." Zong Que said.
"Well, that makes sense." Sagaku said.
If the child does not do well in the test, he may be depressed for a long time.
The air is cold in winter, but there is a place in town to make honeycomb coal, and the stove and kang are burned together, and the whole house is as warm as spring.
The snow is falling, and there is less travel in winter, but because I have earned some before, I have enough goods every time, and at the end of the New Year, the market has not yet opened, and families buy more.
The bars are open, except for customers coming, basically leisure, Xiangle sometimes still weaves baskets and sells them here, sometimes changes the sweaters of previous years, and because of the money, the lights at home dare to turn on at night.
Although it is a holiday, there are a lot of homework left in school, and unlike the simple operations of mathematics, Chinese needs to copy texts to consolidate the words they have learned.
Zong Que wrote seriously, and Xiangle would also watch it seriously on the side, but the children were playing madly on the streets during the New Year, and his family Que Bao'er was worried about making him a little proud and a little worried.
"Que Baoer, don't you go out with children during the winter vacation?" Sagaku asked.
"Finish your homework and play." Zong Que said.
After writing his homework, he can make time to teach him to read.
"Que Baoer is awesome." Sagaku touched his head and smiled.
Zong Que's homework was completed quickly, and when he took out the book the day after he finished his homework, he was confused for a moment, and then he was called to learn pinyin, and since then he has started a rather difficult study life.
Xiangle is intentional, but the language is deeply rooted, and he can pronounce the mantra of pinyin, but he doesn't know it when he jumps separately.
I know the words, but the strokes are wrong and I have to repractice.
"Keep your back straight when you write." Zong Que said.
"Straighten up, don't write well." Sagaku looked at the ghost drawings in his homework book, and then at the handwriting of his own children, and at that moment wondered who they were five years old.
"Practice more." Zong Que said.
"Good." Xiangle has the intention to learn words, because in business, many words can only recognize the icon is very uncomfortable, and it is even more uncomfortable to talk about things clearly.
"This word is pronounced, the que of the palace." Zong Que has taught him more than the school curriculum, but literacy is only difficult at the beginning, in such a language environment, as long as you remember it repeatedly, it is actually very fast, just depending on whether you want to learn it or not.
"Is this word also Que Bao'er's name?" Sagaku reacted and asked.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"Que of Gong Que, this word is so good." Soraku wrote down the word.
When the New Year arrived, someone in the town slaughtered a pig, fresh pork attracted many people, Xiangle also bought a piece back, and their big Chinese New Year's Eve rice was pork stew vermicelli, which was carried with cabbage and radish, the pork stew was soft and delicate, Xiangle directly even drank the soup clean, Zong Que ate his small bowl very face-saving, and Da Hei, who lived in the back of the yard, also got the rice of vegetable soup, and did not raise his head when eating.
"I can eat tomorrow morning." Xiangle covered the pot and smiled, "Does Que Bao'er like to eat meat?"
Zong Que looked at his expectant look and replied, "Hmm.
"I wrapped the rest of the meat in dumplings and could eat it for days." Xiangle said with a smile.
"Good." Zong Que said.
This year is a good year, under the harvest year there are white noodles, a large bowl of dumpling filling, mixed with a lot of cabbage and eggs, only some meat foam, but the teenager is still very happy.
The wrapped dumplings have a large and rounded belly, and then they are placed in the snow and compacted, which can be stored for many days.
"I didn't expect Que Baoer to make dumplings so well." Sagaku praised.
"Well taught." Zong Que replied.
"I heard that there will be a movie in the town tomorrow, does Que Baoer want to watch it?" Xiangle was not sleepy, lying on the kang and talking.
"Well, you can go sell snacks." Zong Que said.
"Well, indeed, I didn't expect it." Xiang Le rolled over and smiled, "I just said that Que Bao'er is the reincarnation of the God of Wealth."
Zong Que was noncommittal.
But even if he doesn't speak, the teenager can continue the topic: "After the year, Bao'er will be six years old, and time flies so fast."
"You fourteen." Zong Que said.
Time is indeed fast, and the school time that he feels bored is passing in an instant, he used to feel that it is good to grow up, but such a time is also rare, and looking at the world from such a perspective will have a different experience.
"Que Baoer's math is so good." Sagaku praised.
"Your arithmetic..." Zong Que's words were not finished, and the teenager next to him rolled over and pulled the quilt and said, "Okay, sleep." The
young man's arithmetic is actually not bad, and the calculation of money can be very clear, but it is limited to money, and it is difficult for him to calculate without the substitution unit.
Now it's just addition and subtraction, and when it comes to multiplication, the units are also exquisite.
"Brother." Zong Que called out to him.
"Woohoo..." his snoring sounded directly.
Zong Que: "..."
Zong Que remained silent, the boy's snoring slowly stopped, turned over and asked in a low voice: "Que Baoer, are you asleep?"
Zong Que did not answer.
"I know you're not asleep." Xiangle whispered, "Da Chinese New Year's Eve don't talk about arithmetic, I'm trying to correct it." When
their family Que Bao'er was studying, he was meticulous and very strict.
Zong Que replied, "Hmm.
Xiangle smiled a little: "Sleep well and eat dumplings tomorrow morning." "
......
The new year arrives with the occasional sound of firecrackers before dawn.
When Zong Que got up, the dumplings were almost cooked, the round dumplings were boiled in last night's vegetable soup, the meat was fragrant, Zong Que ate a small bowl, and Xiangle ate his own plate.
"Que Baoer, what do you want to say in the new year?" Sagaku touched his pocket after the meal.
"Happy New Year, Wishing you prosperity." Zong Que said, and also received a red envelope wrapped in red paper.
"Pressing the money, Que Bao'er must be completely removed in the new year, and be safe." Sagaku touched his head and smiled.
This is what he learned from the townspeople, and it is said that it can bless the children to grow up safely.
Zong Que looked up at him, took out a small red seal from his small pocket and handed it over.
"Huh?" Sagaku took it with some doubts, and when he opened it, he saw a yuan wrapped in it, "What is this?" "
Crush the money, and be safe." Zong Que raised his head and said.
"But the money was given by the elders..." Xiang Le muttered, and found that he was not an elder either, he squeezed the red seal in his hand, squatted down and rubbed the child's face and smiled, "Thank you Que Baoer." No
matter how particular others are, anyway, they are pressing money.
The New Year is very lively, the relatives in the neighborhood in the street, the two of them have no relatives, just carried some eggs to go to the neighbors, and the two of them received the money scattered.
"I don't want it!" Sagaku deferred.
"Hey, take it, don't you grow up yet."
In the New Year, the store is also open, and the children who take the pocket money have the capital to spend and turn it into their own snacks before the adults take it away for safekeeping.
"Zong Que, do you want to write homework together after the New Year?" The little boy in a cotton suit asked when he saw Zong Que.
"I'm done writing." Zong Que replied.
"You're done writing?! Then you let me copy it. The little boy immediately changed his mind and asked Xiangle to swallow back the words that he could come to the house to play if he had nothing to do.
"Nope." Zong Que directly refused.
"Stingy, then let's go and fire the cannon." The little boy invited.
"I'm in trouble." Zong Que refused again.
"Why don't you play anything, you're not fun." The little boy ran away.
Zong Que sat down behind the counter, and Xiang Le pondered and said, "Que Baoer can play with other children."
"I don't like to play." Zong Que replied.
Sagaku: "..."
The commissary had a good day, and at night, when almost the entire village was sitting under the movie curtain, the variety of melon seeds and peanuts and snacks brought by Amerak sold out again.
After the New Year's Festival, the taste of the year did not fade, and the town invited the opera class to sing for three days, and the town was lively for three days.
Xiangle sold snacks for a day, and then took Zongque to listen to the play, the cold wind was fierce, but the sound on the stage was accompanied by the sound of people's applause, and the sound seemed to be able to dispel the chill, and sang until late at night.
Fifteen years ago, I took a rally, and although I had everything at home, Sagaku took Zongque to go shopping, and unexpectedly bought roasted crab, which was very rare and delicious.
"Sell lanterns, buy a lantern for your own children, and fifteen carry lanterns to make a lantern." The vendors shouted, and the stalls were crowded.
"Mom, I want this!"
"This is good, this is good."
There are many red lanterns and lotus lanterns on the stalls, all kinds of animals.
"Que Baoer, what do you want?" Soraku pulls people over.
Zong Que carefully raised the pinched candy man in his hand, and pointed to the simplest red lantern with an expectant look on the young man's face.
"Then buy this." Sagaku picked one up and said, "Boss, ask for one."
"Two." Zong Que said.
Xiangle turned around, thought about his children's lack of hanging out with children, and said to the boss: "I want two."
"Okay, you pick it yourself, which two you want." The stall owner said.
The two red lanterns were carried by Xiang Le in one hand, and they returned with great pleasure.
There was nothing on the street at the time of fifteen lanterns, but many lanterns were hung in front of their homes, and the children carried the lamps to their relatives in the dark to chat, how they were all happy, of course, the most lively was Zongque's doorstep.
Because I can go out with a lamp, I want to run to the commissary, which is the nature of children.
Waiting until late at night, the people slowly dispersed, one big and one small carrying red lanterns in the yard, Zong Que looked at the burning candles in it, but the young man carried it around a few times: "This night walk is quite good."
Zong Que looked at the red lanterns in the courtyard from far to near, if it was not a festival of lights, it should be quite scary to carry: "Hmm. As
the night grew darker, two red lanterns were extinguished and hung on shelves, accompanying the two children to sleep.
After the Lantern Festival of Lights, school started, the lively atmosphere slowly dissipated, Xiangle picked up the children from school as always, just saw the children who came over, and got good news from the mouths of other children who ran over: "Ugly baby brother, Zongque scored a hundred points in the exam and won the first place!"
"Really?!" Xiangle was quite pleasantly surprised, I couldn't believe it.
Zong Que paused in the gazes of the parents: "..."