Chapter 31: He's not in a hurry
The voice declined, Zheng Fugui had already run away, Zheng Jianguo wanted to continue washing, and saw the kitchen door next to him open, Zheng Xiahua rubbed his eyes and came out with a night pot, glanced at him and turned to the toilet next to him: "What are you washing?"
"The pants are dirty. β
Zheng Jianguo quickly played soap, and soon put it with water three times in a row, Du Xiaomei also walked out with her clothes on, seeing him washing in the yard with his bare back, and quickly said: "I didn't wear a vest, go and wear it, I'll help you wash it." β
"No, that's it. β
The key soap has been beaten, Zheng Jianguo brushed and swung in the basin, lifted it again and looked relieved, folded it together and wrung it out and hung it on the clothesline, the water in the basin was splashed directly into the ditch, the second sister Zheng Xiahua seemed to understand something at this time, and glanced at him with a strange face, Zheng Jianguo also knew that there was no way to say more about this matter, so he put the basin and ran back to the bed, taking advantage of the gap in the morning to make up for sleep.
When his eyes closed and opened again, Zheng Fugui was already sitting at the table ready to eat, Zheng Jianguo sat down at the table wearing a patched two-tendon vest and big pants, and said, "Did you find anyone?"
"I found it, He Jinzhi from the second team, quarreled with her younger brother Dana and was beaten by her mother, and jumped into the well without thinking about it. β
Zheng Fugui frowned slightly and said, Zheng Xiahua and Du Xiaomei came to the table with two bowls of noodles, Zheng Jianguo hurriedly got up and took it, endured the burning from his fingertips and put it in front of him, and said, "I remember that He Dana is older than me, right?
"It's bigger than you, but it's not a thing. β
Zheng Fugui shook his head and didn't say much, Zheng Jianguo also knew that people were not saved, in this era, people sometimes drilled the tip of the horns, and if they couldn't think about it for a while, they would hang themselves and drink medicine and jump into the well.
Men and women who have not married and started a family do not have to do white things, no one needs to be notified to dig a pit in the ground and bury it, this person is the same as never been, of course, the sad person will be sad, the spectator will regret the conscience, and the one who does not have it is simply a cloud of smoke, and the one who should eat and drink should be eaten.
Zheng Jianguo is fine, let alone seeing dead people in his memory, and he can't remember how many people he has personally started, Du Xiaomei looked at his old god, and couldn't help but give Zheng Fugui a white-eyed flying knife with a pair of eyes, and the latter hurriedly picked up chopsticks and lowered his head to eat, which was obviously blaming him for telling the gnats about these dead people.
Zheng Fugui quickly ate and left, Zheng Jianguo followed the three sisters and Du Xiaomei to pack up and gather in the team, the back of the team headquarters has been leveled, Guo Binghe is talking to the old and young masters with his hands behind his back:" From today onwards, our Sanlipu Brigade can be regarded as having a main industry, and this floor slab factory was built with the support of the educated youth comrades with their cement and rebar and resettlement fees, and now I decided to give them a week off and go home to rest, and the Chai cadres have also agreed, so in the next week, everyone should pay attention to the watch, and don't let the bad elements with ulterior motives take advantage of the loopholesββ"
The team of educated youths was at the front, Zheng Jianguo followed his sister and mother to shrink in the crowd and listened, but he didn't expect Guo Binghe to be able to do the work of Tongchai Zhigang, and then remembered that this cadre who led the team was the kind of person who really did things, but he was glad that the effect of his butterfly finally decreased, and the floor slab factory of the Sanlipu Brigade finally laid the foundation after a few months late, although there were no characters who came to cut the ribbon.
In the team of educated youth, Roland, who was darkened again, poked out his finger and poked Kou Yang, who turned his head and looked at it suspiciously, and saw Roland's chin raised slightly, and a pair of eyes that seemed to have more precipitation looked in her direction, and vaguely saw the light head in the crowd shaking, and it was understood that she was referring to Zheng Jianguo's goods, and at this moment, Roland lowered his voice and said: "The supply and marketing company, the cotton mill and the team are all recruiting, don't you tell him?"
"He's not in a hurry, what are you anxious about?"
There was a faint resentment in his mind, Kou Yang hadn't bypassed Zheng Jianguo a few times in the past month or so, but I don't know if it was a woman's unique sixth sense or if she could see something in the other party's eyes, so she felt that this thing seemed to be hiding from herself, thinking that the two had no conflict before, on the contrary, she kindly helped him go to ask his uncle to buy a set of books, so he also had a rebellious mood towards being treated like this: "If you want to say it, you can say it." β
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Roland's small eyes blinked, and he felt that this sister's state today was a little wrong, but just when her thought had not disappeared, Kou Yang opened his mouth again: "He doesn't pay attention, if he can meet it, he can say it, and if he can't meet it, forget it." β
Before Kou Yang's voice fell, Guo Binghe's words had already been finished, and there were bursts of uneven applause around him, and everyone went their separate ways, looking at the three teams of people in the distance, Roland and Kou Yang glanced at each other, and a thought came to mind: "He doesn't seem to be interested in recruitment." β
"This is the bliss of being in the midst of not knowing the blissβ"
Kou Yang shook his head and was speechless, feeling sorry for Zheng Jianguo's practice of not making good use of his own conditions, the angry words he said earlier flashed in his mind, and he turned his head to look at Roland next to him, but he didn't expect that she was staring at herself, shook her head and said, "What's wrong?"
"I'm going to see if you'll change your mind and tell him the news again. β
Roland said with a secretive smile on his face, Kou Yang didn't expect this girl to be observing her, shook his head and said: "You think too much, you can go back to rest after doing it today, oh mom, I feel like I haven't slept for half my life." β
Denying it, but in the boring time of the past few months, Kou Yang still occasionally thinks of someone's face, to be precise, the poem he once made, whenever she wields a hoe or a shovel and persists in exhaustion, she can't help but think of the poem that seems to describe the fate of the educated youth.
After packing up the things to bring back at night, Kou Yang picked up the clothes that had already been piled up into a basin, for the sake of fairness, the work of the educated youths is not immutable, they are all made on the schedule, which belongs to the imprint left by the educated youths when they first came to the Sanlipu Brigade more than ten years ago, of course, the only one among the educated youths who still remained in the commune, at this time has become the deputy director of the commune radio station, and has entered the national cadre sequence.
Out of the warehouse with Roland one after the other, a green bicycle in the distance rushed straight in front of him, Kou Yang looked at the postman who stopped in front of the brigade headquarters not far away with his basin clothes, and after hesitating, he saw that someone had already carried a bag into the house, and soon there was a shout from inside: "Doctor Zheng, Doctor Zheng, there is a letter from your kidββ"
Kou Yang subconsciously took two steps, and then turned his head as if awakened, Roland had already drawn an arc at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was crisp: "I feel that you can take advantage of this time to say to his father, and it can be regarded as for the friendship of his classmates, as for whether he goes or not, it has nothing to do with us, and it will save you this dilemma." β
"Whoever is in a dilemma, you are in a dilemma. β
Kou Yang stared at Roland and muttered silently, and after thinking about what this girl said, he opened his mouth when Zheng Fugui came out with the letter from the team headquarters: "Doctor Zheng, I heard that there are units in the city that are recruiting, or you let Zheng Jianguo try it, maybe you can be admitted." β
"Ah, it's Kou Yang, thank you, thank you. β
Zheng Fugui didn't expect that there would be a knowledgeable youth who would bring a message to his son through himself, and he also knew that this knowledgeable youth was Zheng Jianguo's classmate in Chengguan High School before he came down, and immediately pinched the letter in his hand and showed a smile on his face: "The grasshopper said that he is not yet sixteen years old, and said that there are any requirements of the state, and the recruitment must be over sixteen years old, and those below this age should not be admitted, he is only sixteen at the end of the year, you can talk about it, hey." β
"Oh-"
Kou Yang's mouth opened slightly, and she remembered that there is such a requirement for national recruitment now, and just when she was distracted, Roland next to her opened her mouth and said: "Doctor Zheng, you can let his fourth sister try, maybe he will be admitted." β
"Okay, okay, thank you both. β
Zheng Fugui looked stunned and hurriedly thanked him, since Zheng Donghua was dragged by Zheng Jianguo to read a book more than two months ago, he had also heard such a saying, and immediately turned his head and shouted at the health room: "Guanglan, look, I'll send the letter to my family, and I'll come right away." β
"Okay, Brother Zheng, don't worry, I'm here, you slow down. β
Wang Guanglan's voice was high and bright, Zheng Fugui responded and turned around with the letter, he didn't think that Kou Yang was still standing next to him, and then raised the letter in his hand and said: "Hao Yun and Zhao Nan's letter to the grasshopper, oh, it's Zheng Jianguo's, I'll send it to him." β
"Oh, good!"
Kou Yang watched Zheng Fugui's figure walk away, hugged the basin to the edge of the well, and Roland had already spoken: "I didn't expect that there were quite a few people who wrote to him, and this is also your classmate?"
"Well, Zhao Nan is the initiator, Hao Yun, who is Zheng Jianguo's tablemate. β
Kou Yang skillfully hung the bucket on the rope and put it in the well, she didn't think about writing a letter to anyone when she came here, so there was no one who knew her address, but Zheng Jianguo wrote his address on the blackboard after writing the poem at that time, and there were many people who remembered it: "I'll ask him if I have the chance." β