Volume 1 begins in the ninety years 0092 Train Track Pressing Knife

"Who did you learn this phrase from, and how did this kid become flamboyant?"

"Mom!"

"Whatever you call, say what you have to say. ”

"You should be late for work. ”

"Really, see that I will continue to interrogate you when I come back at night, remember that you are not allowed to go to the river, you are not allowed to take people home, and you are not allowed to fight with other children......"

The worried, nagging mother finally disappeared from the gate of the courtyard, and Qian Hong went around the kitchen, found some leftovers and swallowed them all, and then began the daily compulsory class, preparing feed for the quails in the yard, and habitually checking the quail's health.

The coal shed in the yard is ventilated and breathable, and the breeding density of Qianhong is low, so the quails are fed oxytetracycline and garlic water every once in a while, so the health of these small quails is good, and the specific performance is that the eyes are bright, the cry is crisp, and the grasp is a constant struggle.

But this alone is not enough, Qian Hong found that the quail eggshell is a little soft in the past two days, which is a sign of calcium deficiency, maybe these little guys should be allowed to bask in the sun more.

But there are pros and cons, if the breeding cage is moved out of the coal shed, the sunshine is of course, but once it rains, there is a possibility of being wet, so the gains outweigh the losses, but this little thing is difficult to Qian Hong, he rolled his eyes and had a new idea.

Pouring the mixed feed into the trough, the quails' little heads poked out of the breeding cage, pecked one after another, and looked at it with satisfaction for a while, Qian Hong went back to the house and closed the curtains, creating a relatively dark environment, and also turned out the flashlight at home.

After pulling out the incubator, Qian Hong lifted the thick cloth on it, took out the quail eggs one after another, and shone them on the flashlight to check the condition of the eggs.

The first 50 quail eggs put in, 8 have been eliminated one after another, and now it is determined that there are 42 quails that can breed small quails, which is already a high proportion, but Qian Hong is still not satisfied, and he will shine on the eggs every few days, feel the heartbeat of the little life in the eggshell, and watch them gradually change their heads and claws from a small red meat ball, turning into the appearance of quails.

After completing this work, Qian Hong held a basketball in one hand and a handheld game console in the other, locked the door and ran to the school playground.

As soon as Qian Hong played ball and sweated, a black and oppressive cloud shrouded him, and all the little hairy heads ran home reluctantly, interrupting the long queue for their favorite game.

"Qian Hong Qian Hong, it's going to rain soon, let's go home, right?" Ma Ji smiled brightly, and if he went home because of the rain, then he could go to Qian Hong's house to play red and white machines.

"Let's go, we'll see you tomorrow. Qian Hong said to Zhang Qiang, who was still operating with both hands and obviously didn't want to let go of the handheld game console.

"Urge, urge, let me finish this game. Zhang Qiang shouted without hesitation, as if he didn't realize that he had offended the owner of the handheld game console, but fortunately, Qian Hong didn't care about this, and turned his eyes to Ren Hongwei with a slight smile, watching him sneakily cover his pocket.

"Hey, why are you waiting if you don't go home right away?" asked Qian Hong puzzled.

"My dad is at home and I'm too lazy to go back. As a result, Ren Hongwei said this expressionlessly.

"So what are you going to do...... Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang......"

"Damn, why is this rain so urgent, run and run. ”

"Wha, thunder and rain poured on the king!"

Ma Ji screamed nervously, and Ren Hongwei showed extreme schadenfreude, and then the little hairy people who didn't have time to leave the playground ran to the school porch in an instant, and quickly squeezed into a ball, watching the playground become muddy in just 2-3 minutes, and even the bungalow opposite the playground became hazy in the diffuse water vapor.

The summer showers come and go in a hurry, and after ten minutes of storming, the heavy rain seems to release all its energy, and then it becomes smaller and weaker at a speed visible to the naked eye, but when the raindrops disappear completely, the dark clouds in the sky are still reluctant to entrench, and the thunder spreads into the distance.

This kind of weather is the most annoying, and most families will not let children come out to play, which also means that Qian Hong's collection must come to an end, but who knows that when Qian Hong was about to go home to look at the incubator, Ren Hongwei took out a big nail from his pocket, which was very sharp.

"Let's go, let's go to the train track and press the knife!" Ren Hongwei suggested with great interest.

"Okay, I'm going. Ma Ji, this kid was the first to respond.

"Knives are only played by children, and I approve of playing two more games. But Zhang Qiang had a disgusted expression, and continued to hold the handheld game console and refused to let go, this guy had quietly played alone several times when it was raining just now, and he was stealing Le Na in his heart at this time.

"Qian Hong, are you coming?" Ren Hongwei's eyes were full of expectation.

"I ...... I'll go too!" Qian Hong was going to refuse, but when he thought about it again, he suddenly changed his mind 180 degrees, and then the group of people rushed to the train track near the small station amid the cheers.

In addition to the big river, the train track should be regarded as the second danger of the shipyard, because the speed of the train entering and leaving the station is relatively slow, but it is easier to cause negligence, and every year people are unfortunately churned into meat under the train wheels......

After the little hairy people arrived at the train track, the first thing they did was to patrol left and right, like thieves and thieves, to see if there were any uniformed railway employees nearby, and after making sure that there was no danger, Ren Hongwei immediately rushed up and put the big nails in his hand on the rails one by one.

"Such a good nail, Ren Hongwei, you are really a loser!" Qian Hongcai put one on the railroad track, and couldn't help but sigh.

"What is this, my dad and their workshop are thrown old every day, they are not rare to pick up, ten days and eight days to see the old director, with a rope bolt magnet on the ground to scratch and pull. Ren Hongwei said indifferently, but the speaker had no intention of listening, and Qian Hong sighed again in his heart.

Countless state-owned enterprises have been consumed little by little, and those workers would never have imagined that just a few years later, they would see with their own eyes the scene of the iron rice bowl crumbling in their hands.

"The train is coming, run!" someone suddenly shouted, but before Qian Hong could look back, a loud whistle sounded, giving people the feeling that it was very, very close.