For the first time in half a year, the two of them made their own food. The old adobe guest watched his son squatting in front of the stove and lighting the fire to burn the pot, pouring out the green smoke all over the house and courtyard, and pounding the bowls and buckets with heavy hands and feet, and felt so uncomfortable. Last night, he sat on the kang head, waited for Qinwa to come back from his father-in-law's complaint, and recounted the experience. He admired Wu San's righteous behavior, and he was secretly sad in his heart. How can the in-laws, who respect each other on a blind date, talk when they meet in the future? He hated this daughter-in-law, who looked shy on the outside but was not real on the inside, and caused a disaster to the two crops that lived in peace and order. He hated Mr. Yang even more, who was always smiling at people, and if you were a model for a dog, and what you talked about equality between men and women and freedom of marriage, did you mean a woman who allowed you to freely occupy the honest crops? He gritted his teeth with hatred! The drastic changes in his family in the past three or five days had stimulated the lonely old adobe man too heavily, and his fate was not good in his life, but his temperament was so hard that he was almost numb, and he did not cry or lament for all misfortunes and blows. However, when life was already full of hope, and when the disaster that should not have happened at all appeared, the old man was so angry that the amount of food he ate was greatly reduced, and in a few days, the gray hair increased. He hated the white-faced scholar who had brought disaster to their family! He regretted that he had stopped Qinwa too early that night, and although he didn't dare to kill him, he should at least break one of Gouri's legs!

He lived to be more than fifty years old, and he didn't want anything, just to have food and clothing, and his children were reliable. However, now it has become such a bitter situation that is neither sour nor sweet.

Qinwa boiled the water and sent two steamed steamed buns to the old man, who suddenly thought of the scene when he was not used to cooking in a pot after the woman who had just died.

Qinwa took a steamed bun, sandwiched chili peppers, and squatted on the steps outside the door, chewing slowly and tastelessly.

He is worried about Qinwa, who is more important than himself. He quickly suppressed his emotional fluctuations and spoke to his son with the reason of an old man in his fifties:

"Qinwa—"

"Hmm!" responded Qinwa.

"Tomorrow I'm going out to make adobe. The old man said, "Her father and mother have taught her, it's okay! As long as you have a good life in the future, it's okay." ”

“……”

"People, if you are wrong, you must be able to correct your mistakes, and you will always hold a grudge. He reassured, "We still have to live our belongings." Your uncle's words are reasonable. ”

Qinwa didn't say anything. The old man came out of the house and wanted to tell his son that he had given him a way to work on adobe in the South Walled Village. At this time, the village chief walked in the door, followed by a female cadre in uniform with two rows of large buttons on her chest.

"Brother, this is Comrade Cheng of the County Bureau of Culture and Education, and I want to have a family affair with you. The village chief said, "You talk, I'm leaving." ”

"My name is Cheng Sumei. Comrade Cheng introduced himself with a smile, and sat down on the side of the old man's kang very generously, with a kind attitude, so kind that the old adobe customer, who was accustomed to seeing the fierce faces of the officials in the old society, did not know what to do. She said, "I want to come and sit with you." ”

The old man began to wonder in his heart, what did Comrade Cheng ask him to do? Ordinary cadres from townships and counties always took over with the village chief when they came, so what was there to do with him, an old man who could only beat adobe?

She asked him who was in the family, how many acres of land he had divided, and who he was helping each other, and the old man answered. In the end, Comrade Cheng detoured to the thing that the old man was most worried about, and sure enough.

"Nothing!" the old man's mouth replied vigorously, "We don't know if Mr. Yang has any problems in teaching women to read and write......!

"Comrade Qinwa, haven't you heard what people say?" Cheng Cadre turned his face and asked, "I'm afraid." ”

Qinwa shook her head.

"Uncle Kang, your old heart is open. Comrade Cheng said, "In the new society, we have defeated the bully landlords and turned the poor over, but we must not allow the bad people to bully the farmers and ruin the party's reputation." Our cadres are disciplined and are not allowed to act recklessly......"

These words just coincided with the old man's thoughts, and he felt that this plain and elegant female cadre could be completely trusted, and could talk about the misfortunes and unexpected disasters of his life. However, when he said it, it meant something else entirely:

"We don't know if Mr. Yang is doing anything nonsense or not! Where is he doing nonsense, where is he coming, where are you going to inquire. We don't know!"

The old man suddenly saw that Qinwa's face was purple and red, biting his lip, worried that his son would not be able to stand Comrade Cheng's sincere persuasion, and it would be bad to say that ugly thing all of a sudden. Although the discipline of the New Socialist Communist Party could not tolerate Mr. Yang's misdeeds, his family's reputation was completely discredited! In his desperation, he disregarded etiquette and dismissed his son:

"Hou Laoqi of the south wall is waiting for you to go and beat adobe. Go quickly, if it's too late, you'll miss work. ”

Qinwa stood up suddenly, glanced at her father hatefully, and walked out of the door, banging the old wooden door with a bang.

"This baby is ......stubborn," the old man said unnaturally, hoping that she would leave quickly. The scar on the old man's heart, whether it was maliciously impacted or kindly soothed, was disgusting, and any touch was unbearable pain.

"It doesn't matter. I'll come back again. Comrade Cheng said patiently.

"Sensei is coming. The old man refused very unceremoniously, and said in his heart, you are a public cadre who dresses obviously different from the woman in the crop yard, and you run to my house for three days and five days, that is not the same as telling the people of Kangjia Village what happened in Kang Tiansheng's house? As soon as the old man saw her today, the burden in his heart was added to the burden, and when he realized this ugly incident, he still made a fuss despite trying his best to cover it up, otherwise, how could this female cadre from the county come to his small courtyard? Even if there was a rumor outside, their family would resolutely cover it. "We farmers are busy. It's really ...... I don't know anything with Qinwa!"

Comrade Cheng clearly showed a look of disappointment on his face. Disappointment is disappointment, but there is no disgust or disgust. She is engaged in supervising the discipline of party cadres. The serious profession has made her develop a serious and kind temperament at a young age. This is not the first time in her work that such problems have been solved, not to mention the croppers, even the workers and cadres who are more conscious and culturally advanced, and in the psychological contradiction of such an ugly event, they often take into account their own reputation and that of their children first. In this way, the person who caused the misfortune of their family was concealed.