Let's say that after the Wu family in Liuwan was divided into three, Gen'er's life was obviously different from the past, and the little work that the couple earned, and the many children, naturally became the arrears of the team.

Even if the grain, cotton, and oil are distributed from the team, and the clothes and hats are made by the women by hand; they have to buy kerosene for lighting lamps, salt and sauce, and needles and threads, not to mention that the rations distributed by the team are not enough to eat.

There was no way, so Gen'er volunteered to carry the grass (that is, thatch dung) for the team, and he finished the day's work in half a day, and then, he didn't care about eating at home, so he took buns and green onions or pickles, and secretly went out of the village to dig medicinal herbs, or do some small business like sticky urns and sticky bowls.

It is often said that without diamonds, you can do porcelain work. I don't know when Gen'er learned this porcelain repair craft, maybe he heard someone say it and figured it out by himself, anyway, I don't know where to get a drill, I made a drill out of sticks, wood chips, belts, and hit some copper or iron palladium, and I started to do it.

This repair porcelain, whether it is coarse porcelain or fine porcelain, must first use diamond diamonds to punch some impenetrable eyes on the porcelain pieces, glue the porcelain pieces, and then use palladium to hold them, so that they are firm and durable. Palladium can be iron or copper.

Repair porcelain with different textures, and use different adhesives. To repair coarse porcelain, such as repairing helmets and urns, it is to first put Chinese herbs such as baiji, black rice, oysters, kezi, keel, and Chuanshanjia into a pot, pour some water, and boil out the medicinal juice; then, use the medicinal juice and fine iron powder, mix well, and use this as a binder to bond the coarse porcelain pieces.

As for repairing fine porcelain, such as repairing bowls, jars and jars, etc., egg whites are used, or egg whites and lime powder are used as binders to stick fine porcelain pieces.

When Gen'er went out, it was very simple, because there was no bicycle, so he used two cloth pockets to fill tools and materials, and then took three or four buns and a bottle of water, put them on his shoulders and walked.

In the cold winter, if he can't come back that night, Gen'er will go to the hay pond in the cowyard of the production team to spend the night, and rush back to the village to work before dawn the next day.

Ye Zi knew that the eldest brother was in difficulty, and every time he went back to his parents' house, he ran to the eldest brother's house and uncovered the tile urn to take a look. On this day, that is, when the wheat was ripe and the green and yellow were not available, Ye Zi went back to his parents' house and saw the eldest brother squatting in front of the window with a sad face and smoking a paper cigarette. "Brother, what are you doing?"

Ye Zi ran into the eldest brother's room and asked, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with my brother?" "Okay, that girl, this pot can't be opened. Tears fell from the hairpin's conversation.

Ye Zi walked over, uncovered the tile urn and looked at it, and there were only a few catties of sorghum flour left. "Sister-in-law, you are suffering, you have a mile. Ye Zi said and came out of the eldest brother's house and went to her mother's place to sit for a while, but she didn't talk about her eldest brother right away.

Coming out of her mother's place, Ye Zi pushed the bicycle out of the courtyard gate, and ran to the county seat alone and asked her father for five yuan. After coming back, he secretly stuffed it to her eldest brother. Gen'er used this to buy dozens of catties of sorghum, which can be regarded as surviving the difficulties.

Many years later, every time Gen'er mentioned this to his children, he couldn't help but cry. Of course, that's another story.

The leaves are slightly better off than the roots. There is a large reservoir in Yunling, but the terrain is high, except for the ditch of Donggou, almost the whole village cannot divert water from the reservoir for irrigation, and it is completely dependent on the sky for food.

Although there are nine droughts in ten years, the land is relatively wide, that is, there is more land per capita.

People are always forced out. The production team could not solve the problem of food and clothing, so the villagers spontaneously started a family sideline business. Chickens who raise chickens in the yard, ducks who raise ducks, and rabbits who raise rabbits. Those who have a bit of craftsmanship are also like roots, sneaking out of the village and doing some inconspicuous small businesses to support their families.

At this time, the rural areas had not yet opened a ban on market trade, but the phenomenon of the urban-rural junction secretly adjusting the surplus and shortage had never really stopped. The farmers wanted to exchange the fine grain for more coarse grain to make a living, and the people in the city wanted to exchange the coarse grain for delicious fine grain.

The farmers are reluctant to eat eggs and want to exchange money to buy grain; the city does not have enough food tickets, and wants to eat more chicken, duck, and fish. This is true of the common people, and the same is true of the officials.

So, everyone opens one eye to each other, as long as it is not excessive, it will have to get by, and no one cares.

In order to make a living, Ye Zi pulled up the noble baby to pick up the broken cave where the Liang family used to live, and raised more than a dozen rabbits in the kiln. Rabbits breed quickly, female rabbits give birth to a litter a month, and the leaves carry baskets out of the village from time to time to sell rabbits to supplement the family.

Once, on the way home from work, the leaves went to give grass to the rabbit. The weather was dry, and there were many people who were grass, and there was no good grass nearby, so the leaves ran and ran, and before they knew it, they ran to a desolate fork in the ditch, and found a small piece of flat land that was uncultivated.

The next day, on the way home from work, Ye carried a milling and carrying a basket and sickle, and after cutting some grass halfway, he went straight to the fork in the ditch, found the flat land, turned it over with milling, leveled it, and sprinkled some onions, garlic, cabbage, and radish seeds.

After the seedlings come out, the leaves go to see from time to time, and they play with them. It didn't take long for the vegetable to grow.

On this day, it had just rained, and there was no work in the team, so Ye Zi pretended to mow the grass, collected the vegetables in the small field, and actually filled half a bag, and walked back on his back. But it rained again as I walked, and I slipped and fell carelessly, and got a lot of mud, but fortunately, I couldn't see it with a pocket to cover it.

As soon as she arrived at the village gate, she was blocked by someone, saying that the vegetables she was carrying were stolen from the production team. Ye Zi was full of grievances, and told the truth in desperation. As a result, the brigade confiscated the half of the pocket and asked the leaves to be inspected at the general meeting.

Afterwards, there was a lot of discussion in the village. But Ye Zi thought to herself, she didn't rob it, she didn't steal it, and she didn't have anything to be ashamed of, so it was not wrong to make up for her family by working hard. That good man doesn't suffer immediate losses. The leaves don't squeak either, and go as they say.

On this day, the village held a general meeting of members, and the party secretary conveyed a document criticizing the small producers. As soon as the document was read, someone stood up and said: "That Lao Jia is a small producer, and he is still working in the house, what is that not petty-bourgeois ideology?" Someone chimed in.

"If he doesn't dismantle the iron stove outside, the team will have to send someone to dismantle the outside. What about the top of the optical outer file, you have to implement it. "Yes, exactly. A few more chimed in.

"The eyes of the masses are bright. Lao Jia, you go back and quickly dismantle the iron stove outside, otherwise, the team will send someone to dismantle it. The branch secretary stood up and said. "Oh. Lao Jia had to stand up and answer with an embarrassed face.

In this way, after learning the documents and grasping a typical example, the member meeting ended.

This old Jia, naturally surnamed Jia, is an outsider who can strike iron, and the people in the village either call him Lao Jia or call him a blacksmith. When did Lao Jia learn to be a blacksmith, no one knows this, anyway, when Lao Jia came to Yunling, people would strike iron, and later took his wife and children over, and settled in Yunling.

Not far from the village, there is a small doorway in the north wall. Standing in the doorway and looking out, there is a scene of ditches and ridges under the blue sky. Walking into the doorway, there is a ditch with a large kang on the ground, and down the edge of the ditch at the root of the wall, there is a small path leading to the ditch.

Walking down the steep path for more than 20 steps, there is an elm tree with a thick bowl, and further down, there is a long and narrow courtyard in the middle of the cliff, and the widest part has the appearance of a zhang and a half, but there is no courtyard wall.

There are two hand-dug caves on the high cliff of the courtyard, the front of which is inhabited by people, and the back is piled up with some miscellaneous items, and there is a plate of iron-making stoves, and next to the furnace is an iron-striking anvil. Of course, there are sledgehammers, hammers, pliers, buckets of water for quenching, and so on neatly next to the stove.

There is a paulownia tree in the yard, an apricot tree. Looking up at the top of the kiln, there are clusters of cliff protection strips, thorn thorns (that is, sour jujube trees) and crooked wild jujube trees on the high cliff cliff. This is the kiln courtyard where the Jia family lives.

Coming out of the kiln yard, you can go down the steep sheep intestine path until you reach the bottom of the ditch. A wide aqueduct emerges from the hole at the bottom of the cliff on the south side and into the hole at the bottom of the cliff on the north side.

In fact, walk along this fork to the southeast, bypass the high cliff on the south side, and not far away is a sea of mirrors, which is the Yunling Reservoir.

Blacksmithing is the most common and bitter trade in the Persimmon Bay area. In order to support his family, Lao Jia often worked alone until late at night, beating some doors, door knockers, pot shovels, carbon shovels, fire tongs or something, or what shovels, shovels, hoes, and iron baskets, selling some money to supplement the family.

It is often said that boys don't eat for ten years. The eldest son of the Jia family has been working for his father since he was a child. This is also a sledgehammer. The pieces of iron that had just been clamped out of the furnace were red and red, and gold flowers were splashing everywhere. Bright red iron filings splashed on his hands, body and even face, and when he burned, it was a black spot, which hurt.

The eldest son of the Jia family can often see the small black eyes that have been scalded by iron filings on his clothes.

The Jia family is an outsider and has no family background. In addition to earning work, the family relies on striking iron at home, working hard, and making up for their work.

But now that he wants to dismantle this iron stove, Lao Jia has no way out for a while, and at the member meeting, he bows his head and is silent, only caring about smoking his dry tobacco. But people don't give up, and they have to say it in public. In desperation, Lao Jia had no choice but to agree.

After going home from the meeting, Lao Jia still couldn't move, and he couldn't move his hands when he turned around in front of the stove. He thought to himself, maybe it's just talking, and if it doesn't move the real thing, there will be no real demolition.

Who knew that on the third day, the village really sent someone to shovel the Jia family's iron-beating stove, and the kiln was in a mess. also pulled Lao Jia's family to the member meeting, wearing paper hats and paper signs to criticize the fight.

Lao Jia was expressionless, and could only helplessly echo the words of the cadres of the brigade, and even said that he was not. In order to survive, the honest bankers have also learned to tell nonsense.

After the stove was dismantled, Lao Jia thought about it, but it still didn't work, so he secretly coiled the stove again. This time, he had a better eye, and when he was not using the stove, he covered it with straw, and quietly gave the cadres some small living tools of his own.

As a result, the matter of this old Jia striking iron is gone.

In fact, at this time, the things of the supply and marketing cooperatives are also very limited, and the villagers cannot work in the fields without small farm tools such as shovels, milling, hoes, and iron palladium, and daily life is also inseparable from small tools such as pot milling and milling, carbon milling, and Han nails used to build houses, all of which have to be beaten by blacksmiths.

That is to say, in the self-sufficient countryside, if there are no blacksmiths, carpenters, lacquer makers, and repairmen, the farmer will not be able to do it at all.

However, neither the commune nor the production brigade were allowed to engage in household side jobs or make a small living.

In order to make a living, the bankers can only secretly engage in family side hustles to earn some money to make ends meet. The days went on like this.