Qian Hong was going to leave directly, but when he walked to the door of the music classroom with another lyric, he suddenly stopped, looked at the side and asked, "Teacher Sun, can I come here when there is no music class?"

"Come here?" Teacher Sun was confused, isn't this kid very reluctant to come?

"Well, I want to learn to play the piano so that I can write other songs in the future and be able to compose music myself. Qian Hong waved his hand calmly.

"You've got a new idea? It's so prolific, it's okay to learn piano, I'm going to apply to the principal, and I think he'll allow it." ”

"Then thank you Mr. Sun. After speaking, he bowed slightly, and Qian Hong left the music classroom, but on the way back to the second class of the fifth year, Qian Hong saw Wang Rui who was probing his brain at a glance.

Seeing Wang Rui's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, Qian Hong probably guessed her purpose, so he walked over decisively and handed the lyrics in his hand to her: "You want this thing, right?"

Immediately, Wang Rui's eyes lit up: "Qian Hong, how do you know, your song, my father and my aunt hummed all night, and we cried in the end." ”

"Hmph, what else can you do with me now!" Qian Hongpi whispered with a smile.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, you can just copy it, I'm too lazy to write it for others. ”

"Alright, I'll send you back after class later. ”

"Hmm" Looking at Wang Rui's cheerful back and turning away, Qian Hong despised himself fiercely in his heart, and had a headache because he would still be helpless when he saw Wang Rui.

Before school, Qian Hong estimated that more than ninety percent of the little hairy heads in the school had achieved a lyric for each person, and in the afternoon, Mr. Sun also went to report the situation to the principal, and then reported the song to the competition, while arranging several literary and artistic leaders to cooperate with Qian Hong, and rehearsed in advance, wanting to change the solo to a chorus to make up for Qian Hong's lack of momentum.

In the words of Principal Wang, this song can definitely be selected for the New Year's Day art show, so he unconditionally supports Teacher Sun and Qian Hong, and he can do whatever convenience he wants, so he waits for the shipyard children's primary school to raise his eyebrows.

There was no way, Qian Hong could only look at the few sixth-grade students who were eager to try, and obediently put down the schoolbags that had already been carried on their backs......

Because of this song, Qian Hong's popularity has spread from the shipyard to Jiangnan and the sugar factory, and he will be recognized wherever he goes now, and then there is a meal of fingering, those old men who push bicycles to and from work like to hum this song to mourn their lost youth.

Affected by this, those little hairy heads who played with Qian Hong, they also got the support of their parents for the first time, and the most obvious reaction was that there was an extra brick hill at the door of Qian Hong's house.

Qian Hong told Zhang Qiang and Ren Hongwei that he wanted them to get some bricks, but as a result, this was passed on three times and twice, and in the end, everyone came to Qian Hong's house empty-handed, even those little hairy heads who came to play red and white machines were the same, and they all consciously brought bricks over, but there are more bricks here, and naturally there are fewer bricks in places.

For example, a coal shed about 2-3 streets away from Qian Hong's house, at the beginning, there was a small hole in the brick wall built by himself, who knew that the owner did not pay attention for a few days, and the small hairy heads in all directions were taken away one brick and one brick, and finally the whole wall disappeared, and the coal shed directly became a pavilion, and the owner of the gas was jumping and scolding the street.

There are many people and great strength, and the courtyard of Qian Hong's house was quickly filled, and then there was really no place to put it, so he could only pile bricks at the gate of the courtyard, which made the hill emerge, and Qian Hong was so scared that he stopped in time, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to get out of the house.

In the past few days, Qian Hong has been busy in the yard as soon as he gets out of school, and he has relied on his own strength to build a two-meter by-three-meter shed with those bricks along the canopy, although it looks a little crooked, but the workload is already very amazing.

Qian Hong is preparing for the quail winter, you must know that the winter in Heilongjiang is not a joke, it is not a problem to reach minus 30 degrees at night, just the fragile little life of the quail, a cold wind can blow a piece to death in the open air.

In order to keep the shed as warm as possible, Qian Hong also used the play time of the red and white machine in exchange for bulk cement, and then reinforced and plastered under the guidance of the neighbors, completely according to the standard that people can live in, and finally built a small stove in the corner of the canopy.

The weather is getting colder and colder day by day, but Qian Hong is getting busier day by day, in addition to his own things, it is time for the family to store autumn vegetables, which is directly related to the level of food in winter, so my mother attaches great importance to it and has done it piecemeal early.

Yesterday it was a bundle of sugar and garlic, today it is two pockets of snow mushrooms, and tomorrow it becomes a big basket of mustard gada, anyway, the yard is stuffed with a bunch, and the greenhouse has just been built, and the quails have not yet lived there, and the autumn vegetables and pickles have been put in the jar first.

Cleaning, changing knives, pickling, my mother is definitely a good hand at living, under her control, just pickles on six or seven kinds, potatoes, green onions, green carrots, vermicelli countless people, these ingredients will soon enrich the family table, so that Qian Hong and his father are full, and this is the way of Northeast people to spend the winter.

Finally, the reserve of autumn vegetables to the final stage of the battle, that is, to buy cabbage and pickled cabbage, this is a pure sense of physical work, but it is very unfortunate, my father is on a business trip again, so that my mother is also quite speechless, the result is to choose a Tuesday afternoon, my mother asked for leave in advance, and then I took the noodle bag, went out with Qian Hong with money, and began to wander around the nearby streets.

"Cabbage, Chinese cabbage, five cents a pound, buy more discounts!"

"Big, honest, throwing eight cloves in the ground, the best Acheng cabbage!"

"Two dollars a bag, fill a bag and give it away, today's big discount, but it's over!"

At almost every street corner, wooden carts were parked for groups of people to pick from, and the shouts of the vegetable vendors came from all directions, enough to make any unskilled little daughter-in-law dizzy and cause them to have difficulty choosing.

According to the first-hand information provided by the neighbors, the mother knew where the best and cheapest cabbage in the neighborhood was, so she pulled Qian Hong straight to the target, and quickly got into the middle of the largest group of people, and saw the small half cart of cabbage left on the board car.