Chunlan shed two more tears, suddenly pulled her brother away a few steps, and said in a low voice: "Brother, you help me admit my mistake to my father." It was my mistake that I shouldn't have insisted on a color TV at the time. It's still a good arrangement from my father, and the people in the town say that my family has a lot of dowry......"

Zhenhua smiled: "Why didn't you say it yourself?"

Chunlan coquettishly: "I'm embarrassed to admit my mistake, brother, can you help me talk about it!"

Zhenhua nodded: "Okay." ”

After Chunlan's marriage, it was the beginning of another year's lunch harvest.

This year, God did not give face, and a hailstorm fell in March, which knocked the rapeseed to the ground and greatly reduced the yield. Whether it is the old variety of rapeseed or the transplanted hybrid rapeseed, the yield per mu is less than 200 catties.

The motivation of the people of Dongwan Village who had finally raised it was also hit by the head. Everyone is sighing, feeling that the way out is still outside, and only by working can we ensure the harvest in drought and flood.

As a result, more and more people began to find a way to work or do business, and young people also learned crafts one after another, and regarded farming as a side business.

Zhao Chengquan, who is in his early 40s, has never been out of the house in his life, and is honest, even went to Nanjing to do business after the rice planting work was completed.

There is a traditional fast food in Nanjing, "black rice steamed rice", and most of the practitioners are from Jiangbei and Anhui. Zhao Chengquan has a nephew, who is doing this business in Nanjing, and it is said that he is very profitable.

This business is also very simple, a pedal tricycle, a large wooden barrel, plus a large and a small charcoal stove, you can open for business.

There is a kind of leaf in the city of Nanjing, and the juice that comes out is black. The rice is dyed black with such sap and tastes more delicious.

Steamed rice sellers cook rice in the middle of the night, put it in large wooden barrels, and use tricycles to pull it to places with high traffic to sell it. A stall with a good business can sell for more than 100 in the morning, and the profit is close to half. If you do it well, the profit in two or three months can catch up with the income of one year of farming.

Zhao Chengquan has such a path, so he is naturally unwilling to stay in his hometown to farm.

There are more and more villagers who go out to earn money, and their hometown is a lot deserted.

In the past, when the farming was slack, the scene of people in the village wandering back and forth and gathering together to chat gradually disappeared.

In Zhao Chenghai's words, everyone is thinking about making money, who has the time to chat?

Even the old pockmarker Song Rengui went out to work and showed others the door.

However, Song Jiacai is still the most idle person in Dongwan Village, even more idle than before.

A few years ago, Song Jiacai would also grow some vegetables to ensure his own vegetable supply. Since Tieqiao left, Song Jiacai didn't even grow vegetables, he ate fish by stealing, and he ate vegetables by stealing.

Song Jiacai wandered around every day, and when he saw whose vegetables grew well, he kept them in mind and went to pick them after dark.

The villagers all know that Song Jiacai is a "vegetable thief", but there is no evidence, so it is difficult to say anything.

Song Jiacai became more and more proud, and self-proclaimed as a generation of thieves with empty hands, emulating the swallow Li San and the thief Yizhimei, and every time he committed a crime, he also left a note to provoke the villagers.

Yilan went to pick vegetables in the vegetable field that day, and found that half of his small cabbage had been spoiled, and there was a note left in the middle of the vegetable field, which was pressed with a small clod of soil.

On the note was written a few lines of turtle crawling body in large characters: "Extremely helpless, stealing cabbage." Whoever wants to scold me, I will scold him for eight generations!"

Yilan knew that this was Song Jiacai's "calligraphy", and ran back to Zhenhua to settle the account angrily: "Zhao Zhenhua, you have achieved results in literacy, look at Song Jiacai's calligraphy works!"

When Zhenhua saw Song Jiacai's "Mobao", he smiled, shook his head and said: "Forget it, it's not easy for this kid Song Jiacai to take his son, let him steal it." He steals vegetables all day long, and the villagers see his son as pitiful, turn a blind eye and don't care about him. To scold him for a handful of cabbage seems to us to be stingy. ”

Yilan was angry: "I don't care about him stealing vegetables, but this note! Stealing vegetables is stealing vegetables, and he is so arrogant, I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Zhenhua nodded: "Okay, I'll go and talk to him and let him converge." ”

When the summer vacation was about to end, Zhenhua went to find Song Jiacai and brought Song Lixin a children's book by the way.

Song Jiacai squinted at Zhenhua and asked, "What's the matter, I'm here to give my son a literacy?"

Zhenhua took out Song Jiacai's calligraphy works from his pocket and said: "Jiacai, you didn't go to the literacy class last year, this character is written well, the four sentences are very rhyming, and you have talent to learn!"

Song Jiacai recognized it and nodded solemnly: "Well, who picked it up from the vegetable field?" It seems that I wrote it a few days ago, and I am not proficient in writing the word 'stealing', but I have written much better in the past two days......

"Fuck your uncle!" Zhenhua slapped Song Jiacai on the back of the head, and scolded with a smile: "You still gasp when you say you're fat? Turtle crawling the same words, and dare to take them out to meet people? Let people know that I am your literacy class teacher, and they will lose my face!"

Song Jiacai smiled hesitantly: "I'll leave a note, so that Ming people don't do dark things." ”

Zhenhua shook his head and turned to look at Xiao Lixin.

Xiao Lixin was dirty, in tattered clothes, playing barefoot on the ground, carefree. After such a long time, Song Lixin has forgotten his mother Tieqiao.

Zhenhua sighed and said, "Family wealth, in two years, your son should also go to school." I said, can't you just brace yourself and live a good life?"

Song Jiacai yawned, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, my uncle went out to work, and he will bring money back at the end of the year......"

Zhenhua shook his head: "Your uncle earns money to help you raise your son, are you lazy at home, can you get by?"

"What's the point that can't get by? When he gets old, I still can't support him?" Song Jiacai snorted and said proudly:

"My son, let's help me raise it. I watched a TV series the other day about an orphan who was seen as a son by the whole village. My family's Song Lixin, that is, the son of Dongwan Village, you all contribute some vegetables and help me raise them!"

Zhenhua felt a deep despair, and sighed: "Song Jiacai, Xiao Lixin has a father like you, it's really better to be an orphan!"

There are also literacy classes in the summer, and Zhenhua is still in charge of the classes.

Half of this year's literacy class is made up of participants from the previous class to consolidate the results of literacy.

Ji Huamei brought Pu Jia to listen to the class, and Song Jiacai also brought Song Lixin to listen to the class.

What Zhenhua didn't expect was that Pu Jia was really smart!

After simple teaching, those characters with a simple structure can not only be read, but also written, and they can write more neatly than the adult students in the literacy class! Of course, this is also due to the usual education of Zhenhua and Ji Huamei.

The students in the literacy class also like Pu Jia, and often tease her with their textbooks: "Pu Jia, how do you pronounce this word? and this word, do you recognize it?"

Pu Jia is not afraid of life, and answers all questions, just like a little teacher.

After a month of literacy class, Pu Jia went one step further and could write hundreds of Chinese characters.

Zhenhua paged Qi Lei and asked him what he meant, whether he could let Pu Jia go to school this fall.

Qi Lei categorically vetoed: "No, Pu Jia is only five years old at the end of this year, and she goes to school too early." Childhood is for play, not for school, and in the autumn of the following year, Pu Jia will only be a little more than six years old, and it will not be too late to go to school at that time!"

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