However, Zhenhua didn't have any definite evidence, and it was not good to be too cranky, so he washed his feet and went to sleep.

The days pass forward without hurry, just like the water in the East River Bay, which flows endlessly.

Since the last time he sent a bicycle to a tailor shop and saw Zhang Kexiang, Zhenhua rarely rushed to the market.

Occasionally rushing to the market, passing by Zhang Kexiang's door, Zhenhua also sped up his pace and walked over, not daring to turn his head to look. He couldn't meet Zhang Kexiang's request, and he let go of his illusions about Zhang Kexiang.

Zhang Kexiang didn't come to Dongwan Village again, and it seemed that she had forgotten Zhenhua.

On the fifteenth day of the winter month, Qi Lei went out with his luggage again, saying that he was a bricklayer.

In the lonely winter, Zhenhua felt even more lonely, helping his mother with housework every day, or wandering around the fields to pass the time.

The fields are also dry and yellow, bleak and lonely, like the mood of Zhenhua's ancient well.

The calendar was flipped over one by one, turned to the end, and replaced with a new calendar, and it was the lunar month.

The atmosphere in the village suddenly became cheerful.

The villagers who worked in other places came back one after another, and when they visited the door, they would take out good cigarettes from their pockets, talk about the excitement and liveliness of the outside world, and brag about their experiences and insights.

Wealthy families began to kill New Year's pigs. As a professional pig slaughterer, Wang Xiang stood on the street in the morning to do business, and in the afternoon he ran around Sanxiang Wuli, killing New Year's pigs for his customers, and he was so busy that he was in all directions.

Poor families also began to make tofu, boil syrup to make fried rice candy balls, and make peanuts and cut sugar.

The women also have to prepare new clothes for the New Year for the whole family, and those who should be added will be able to do so.

The flavor of the year is getting heavier day by day.

Zhenhua is also looking forward to the New Year, looking forward to the spring after the New Year, and looking forward to a little change in his life when spring comes.

Zhao Chenghai is struggling, he has two pigs at home, should he kill one for the New Year?

It stands to reason that his family of four, who is not wealthy, has no need to kill the New Year's pig, because he can't finish eating.

But next year, when you build a house, you have to entertain craftsmen, and meat dishes are indispensable, and you can really save a lot of money by killing New Year's pigs at home and using pork bones and offal offal.

After thinking about it with his wife Cui Hong for several days, Zhao Chenghai still decided to kill a pig.

Anyway, after the New Year, we will start building a house, and no matter how much pork we have, it will not be wasted.

The building near the water is the first to get the moon, and Wang Xiang lives in a village, it is very convenient to eat meat, and it is also convenient to kill New Year's pigs.

Zhao Chenghai and Wang Xiang said that the day of killing the New Year's pig was set on the afternoon of the fifteenth day of the lunar month.

In a blink of an eye, the day came.

Zhao Chenghai took his son Zhenhua and brought the big pot of hot pig hair from Wang Xiang's house after lunch.

Cui Hong boiled a large pot of boiling water early, waiting for Wang Xiang to come and kill the pig.

Wang Xiang is the most beautiful and sought-after at this time, more popular than matchmaker Hao Guolan, and more noble than Zheng Huailiang, the village party secretary.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Xiang was still taking a nap at home.

Zhao Chenghai was a little anxious, and instructed his son Zhenhua: "Go and call your uncle Xiang and kill the pig as soon as possible, or after dark, the pig hair will not be cleaned up!"

Zhenhua nodded and came to Wang Xiang's house to invite him.

Wang Xiang just got up, walked out of the door with his pants up, and suddenly said: "Oh, I remembered when I saw Zhenhua, Director Shi of that bird day, let me bring you a letter and tell you to go to the town to find him!"

"Director Shi looking for me?" Zhenhua was a little surprised.

"Yes, he told you to go!" Wang Xiang said.

Zhenhua thought for a while and said, "Okay, Uncle Xiang, lend me your bicycle to use, I'll go back quickly." ”

Killing pigs at home, Zhenhua can't delay too long, and has to rush back to help.

"Go, go, I'll wait for you to come back and kill the pigs. Wang Xiang pointed to the bicycle in the corner of the house.

Zhenhua pushed his bicycle out of the door, and when he passed by the front of his house, he said to his father, jumped in the car and sped away.

Zhao Chenghai followed behind and shouted: "Zhenhua, call Director Shi to eat pig-killing rice!"

"Got it!" Zhenhua agreed without looking back.

Five miles away in a blink of an eye.

Zhenhua rushed into the credit union with a gust of wind and came directly to Director Shi's office.

Wang Xiang's mouth, "Director Shi of Bird Day", was sitting in the office in a daze, and when he saw Zhenhua, he stood up suddenly, and said with a dark face: "Zhao Zhenhua, you have made me miserable!"

Zhenhua was stunned for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "Director Shi, what happened...... What's the matter?"

Shi Jie slapped it on the table and said, "Your dad is shouting everywhere, saying that you won me 3,000 yuan in three games of chess, isn't it?"

Zhenhua's scalp exploded and stammered, "My father...... Joking with others, I'll ...... when I go back Tell me about him. ”

Shi Jie shook his head and said, "It's not a big problem, the big problem is that your dad took a loan from the credit union and went to loan sharks!"

"What? My dad is a loan shark!?" Zhenhua was taken aback, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

It is not illegal to lend usury, as long as it is within a certain range of interest.

But my dad took the bank loan to lend usury, and in turn made money from the bank, which is not authentic.

Shi Jie snorted and said, "Now that the above is investigating me and investigating the whereabouts of this loan, what do you say?"