When it was almost noon, Xiaozhu came over and gave Lin Qing a red-headed rope, saying that Xiaozhu's mother went to the township supply and marketing cooperatives to buy it in the morning and bought four, and the money was from Xiaozhuzi, and no one had anything to say.

Lin Qing's hair is not very long, but the hair quality is extremely good, not to mention the swarthy hair, it is straight and soft and tight, the old lady has always kept her baby head, and her hair falls down to her shoulders, saying that she is quiet and delicate, and it has not changed in the past few years.

Xiaozhuzi's hair is shorter than Lin Qing's, and from the back, he thought it was a male baby, Xiaohe and Xiaolian too, and they didn't have long hair, and the children here in Qinghewan were basically like this before they were twelve years old, if nothing else, they were afraid that their hair would grow lice.

Although she didn't have long hair, the girl's heart was still thinking about the red head rope, and she tied a pigtail with the head rope on the top or both sides of the head, which is like a clown in the eyes of modern people, but in the eyes of children in this era, it is the best-looking.

When Xiaozhuzi came to find Lin Qing, she really tied a pigtail on the top of her head, and told Lin Qing that she had tied it herself, and when it came to excitement, she took the old lady's wooden comb to tie Lin Qing's hair.

Lin Qing shook his head and said that he didn't want to do anything, but the old lady looked at it and said yes, with a red head rope on his head, he looked at the spirit, so he took the wooden comb in Xiao Zhuzi's hand and tied Lin Qing with a pigtail a few times.

But it's a pity that Lin Qing's hair is longer than that of a small bamboo, and his hair can't stand up, so it hangs directly to the back, and the old lady looks at it and says yes, and says that she will go back to the town to buy a dozen or so roots, and change them one by one a day, Lin Qing was completely out of temper when he was tossed.

After eating at noon, Zhang Wenhe drew a grid in the courtyard according to Lin Qing's requirements, accompanied Lin Qing to play with the sandbag, fifteen and the first year of junior high school followed to make trouble, often took Zhang Wenhe's sandbag, when it was Lin Qing's turn, the two were very honest, and after a few rounds, Zhang Wenhe did not win once.

The old lady sat at the door of the hall to make winter clothes for Zhang Wenhe, and when she saw this scene, she said that the cats and dogs at home were bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, so let Zhang Wenhe scare and scare them, otherwise they would not be honest.

Zhang Wenhe was not so daring, and in the end, his uncle called fifteen to his side, and as for the first day of junior high school, Lin Qing held it in his arms, and the two of them could finally continue to play.

After playing for less than an hour, Grandma Wang from the village came to Lin's house.

The old lady let people into the house and poured tea,

Grandma Wang happily stretched out her hand and stroked it, and the snow-white cotton looked pleasing to the tightness, "This cotton bullet is good, better than the old craftsmen before!"

"That's right, I picked a good one for you. The old lady untied the rope and let Grandma Wang take a closer look, "I estimate that this bundle is enough for you to make two or three thick cotton jackets, and if you make a quilt, I'm afraid it will be less." ”

"The quilt can't be made, I just pondered making two padded jackets, those padded jackets at home are almost ten years old, and they have long been out of warmth, and the people who are frozen when they wear them in winter shiver, last year the old man was frostbitten, and this year I also have to make a new padded jacket for the old man. As she spoke, Grandma Wang stroked the smiling Huan on her cotton face, reached out and popped out a small roll of change from her hidden pocket, and asked the old lady how much she should give.

The old lady stopped her, "I won't hide it from you, this cotton was given by someone else, I didn't spend a penny, I definitely won't accept your money, if this thing is collected, it will not be good for both of us to pass it out, next spring, you will help me make a copy of the bean sauce, which is considered to be the cotton today." ”

Grandma Wang disagreed, "That's okay! Soybean sauce is soybean paste, if you like to eat it, I will send it more in the spring next year, but we have to count this cotton separately." ”

"What's the matter, I didn't spend any money, what's there to calculate!" the old lady just refused to accept it.

After pushing for a long time, Grandma Wang finally didn't say goodbye to the old lady, so she had to take the money back, promising to send more soybean sauce next year, and the old lady nodded happily.

The two old ladies sat in the house and had nothing to do, and chatted about something else, Grandma Wang told the old lady a gossip, "At noon today, someone came to the village to go to the village chief's house, and I don't know what to say, the village chief didn't eat lunch, and took a few people from the village to drive a donkey cart to the town, and I heard the daughter-in-law of the village chief's family say that our village seems to be arranging people to live in again." ”

The old lady frowned: "Could it be some educated youth, right? Those few in our village are already troublesome enough, if there are a few more, it will be too much!"

"Not necessarily. Grandma Wang lowered her voice and said, "I heard that there are many officials in the city who have been detained, criticized and marched, and said that they want to decentralize the countryside to transform or something, I don't know if it's true or not, I always feel that this matter is very ......."

Hearing this, the old lady's face was a little solemn, and then she shook her head secretly, if she is not in her position, she will not seek her own politics, she will make trouble if she likes it, and she can't control this matter.

Talking and laughing with the old lady, Grandma Wang sat for more than an hour before leaving, and not long after leaving, the weather suddenly became cloudy, and the shadow of the sun, which was still showing its head, disappeared at this time, and the wind rose after a while, and the temperature dropped significantly.

The old lady called Lin Qing and Zhang Wenhe in the courtyard back to the house, looked up at the sky, and remembered that Xiao Lang, who had entered the mountain, was very worried, and muttered that it must not rain, and if it rains, it will have to wait for someone to come back before it falls.

The wind is blowing stronger and stronger, and everyone in the village is going out to collect their clothes in the yard, and many people are worried at home and muttering that it must not rain.

There were nearly twenty strong laborers who entered the mountain this time, and if it rained, the people in the mountain would definitely be affected.

Fortunately, the sky has been gloomy, the wind has been blowing for a while, it has become smaller, the raindrops have fallen, and many people who have a heart finally breathe a sigh of relief temporarily. After a while when the wind subsided, a donkey cart came over on the road leading from the village to the town.

There were people in the village who were standing outside talking and chattering, and those with sharp eyes recognized the people on the donkey cart, "It's the village chief, right? ”

The donkey cart was getting closer and closer, and everyone could see it clearly, the donkey cart was full of work, but except for the old village chief, the others were all fresh faces, and the other villagers who went with them were not there.

When the donkey cart stopped, a few mouths quickly asked, the old village chief said that there were too many people, the donkey cart could not sit down, and the others were walking behind, and I was afraid that it would be a while before they could come back.

The people on the donkey cart got out of the car one by one, and everyone took a closer look at them one by one. There were six of them, four men and two women, all young people in their twenties, some with glasses, some dressed fashionably, with dislike, some contempt, some plain, but none of them had smiling faces.

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The one upstairs in Lan Zhi was on the phone again...... The neighbors on the left and right are arguing with the windows open, and the man on the phone is also a strange person, everyone doesn't listen to what they say, and they can do whatever they want...... (To be continued.) )