After Hong Tao returned to his grandmother's house today, he didn't rush out to play, nor did he go naughty, but sat under the big tree in the yard and watched the two groups of ants on the ground fighting for territory.

"Xiaozhong, what's wrong with Taotao today? Who bullied him in the nursery? Why did he wilt as soon as he got home?" Grandma looked at her grandson from the window while making dumplings, as if she was not very happy, so she began to ask her second son.

"How do I know! Who dares to bully him? He even dares to beat the teacher!" Hong Tao's uncle did not like to see Hong Tao, he was a very honest child, in order to avoid going to the mountains and going to the countryside, he was recruited to work in the printing factory run by the army before finishing his studies, and began to earn wages to support his family, and he was very unaccustomed to children like Hong Tao.

"That's better than you! When you were in elementary school, you still urinated on the kang, go, give Taotao and a bowl of cake and dry powder, it is estimated that the child is hungry, and today is the dinner late!" "Grandma and grandpa are worthy of being a family, not a family that does not enter the door, grandpa can't see his grandson being bullied, grandma can't listen to his grandson is not good, and he can't even say it to his own son, so he threw a rolling pin on the board and began to retaliate against his uncle.

Dried cake powder is a kind of baby food in that era, it looks a bit like milk powder, but it is not milk powder, it is packed in a brown paper bag, and the way to eat it is the same as eating black sesame paste, first close it with water, and then boil it, you can eat it, or you can put it in milk and eat it together, so that it looks thicker.

Hong Tao grew up drinking milk since he was a child, and a glass bottle of milk every day, that is, half a pound, if it is not enough, he has to rely on this kind of cake powder to cheat his stomach. Because he grew too fast, he was thin and tall, and his mother always suspected that he lacked nutrients, especially calcium, so she found him some calcium tablets, broke them and put them in the cake powder to eat together.

In fact, children in that era were deficient in nutrition, except for vegetables and rice noodles, they couldn't eat any non-staple foods, and they couldn't eat much meat, eggs and milk. But there are not many people who understand this matter, and it's already good to be able to eat a full stomach, who cares if it's nutritious or not.

Looking at the walls in his grandmother's house, you can see what Hong Tao was doing when he was a child, he often lay on the bed and buckled the wall skin to eat, and the wall skin was buttoned to the holes everywhere. And his little uncle was not far behind, Hong Tao buckled the wall skin, he tore the window paper, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he stuffed his mouth. According to Hong Tao's mother, this is all a lack of trace elements in the body. But knowing that no one has recruited children, Hong Tao's mother is still a doctor, and he can't help Hong Tao and his little uncle, so he can only find some vitamins and calcium tablets from his unit and give them back to the child.

"Hong Tao! Come and eat dried cakes and noodles!" The uncle pouted, extremely reluctant to boil dried cakes and noodles for Hong Tao, and then yelled at Hong Tao, who was staying under the big tree.

"Uncle, I don't eat, you eat, I'm not hungry!" Hong Tao didn't raise his head, he was really not very hungry, even if he was hungry, he didn't want to eat that paste, and he didn't have any taste at all.

"Mom, he said he wasn't hungry, he didn't eat!" The uncle returned to the big house with the small milk pot and reported to Hong Tao's grandmother.

"This kid, what's going on today, let's talk about it later, when your dad comes back. Give it to your sister to drink, it's a pity!" Grandma also heard Hong Tao's answer, the old lady didn't have time to figure out what the child thought, if she didn't eat it, she wouldn't eat it, anyway, it couldn't be wasted, as long as it was something that could be eaten in this era, it would all be eaten into the stomach.

Hong Tao was not studying whether the ants under the big trees could defend their homes, or the ants that marched from under the steps could attack the city and plunder the village, he didn't have time to think about the ants at this time, he was thinking about what he should do! How to live in the future!

He is clear about the direction of history, but this does not help him in his current situation, a 4-year-old child, in this era where there are rules everywhere, can he still make any waves? The answer is very impossible! Even if Hong Tao can build a mobile phone right now, no one in the country will believe him, and money is only one of the necessities of life in this era, not the most important one, so if you want to use money to confuse others, the consequences will be very miserable, and everyone will treat you as an outlier, and you will be removed quickly.

In those days, tickets were required for almost any necessity of life, and this was a principle of the rationing system. You have to buy white noodles with a flower ticket, you need a rice ticket to buy rice, you have a meat ticket to buy meat, and you also have a ticket to buy candy, mahjong or something. In addition to what you eat, you need industrial rolls to buy industrial products, you have to use cloth tickets to buy cloth, and you also use cigarette rolls to buy whole boxes of cigarettes, and if you don't have these tickets, you can't spend the money.

So for Hong Tao's current 4-year-old state, he thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with a way to live a more nourishing life, there were too many restrictions. But he didn't think about it in vain, and finally he came to a conclusion that no matter how he lived, he couldn't go to the nursery anymore anyway. It's not bad to go to the nursery, on the contrary, the lunch there is better than at home, and there are eggs or egg custard for every meal. But Hong Tao couldn't stand to be mixed with a large group of children all day long, ** he could starve, and mentally he couldn't stand this kind of stimulation.

But there is a strong reason for not going to childcare, he once resisted at the beginning, but in exchange for a stinky beating, if he resisted his father's decision for no reason, Hong Tao estimated that it was likely to be a stinky beating in exchange. Although his brain is an adult in his 4o, his body is still 100% a child, and it must hurt to be beaten by someone, and he has to be reasonable if he wants to be beaten.

Hong Tao's father is a very reasonable person, probably because of work, he does not like to beat and scold his children very much, and always hopes to use reason to let children understand how to do what is right and how to do it wrong, he believes that only in this way will it be more effective and long-term. But people always have tempers, especially his father's current situation, it is impossible to maintain a peaceful state of mind forever, so in Hong Tao's memory, he was still beaten several times, and even once until he graduated from junior high school.

Every time the father beats Hongtao, it is a denial of his own thoughts, but also a kind of despair, he feels hopeless about his own education method after not seeing that his son can be reasonable and can have a normal person's thinking. But after the beating, he was able to slowly adjust himself and rekindle higher hopes, always hoping that his son would understand all the truths one day and that he would succeed.

Hong Tao didn't understand these things until he was 3o years old, or he didn't feel them, he always felt that his father wanted him to follow the path he had demarcated in life, so the more he asked him to do something, the more he didn't want to do anything. It wasn't until the day he got married, had a daughter-in-law, and had a family, that he suddenly figured out one day that his father was not restricting his freedom, and the old man just wanted to find him a smoother and easier way to go.

On this road, there may be fewer bumps and potholes, because my father has used the first half of his life to explore many bumps and potholes, and carefully marked them out, just to let future generations go easier and further. This is not the patent of Hong Tao's father, basically every father in the world does this, but the way of conveying is different, some may use words, some may use slaps, and some may use their own actions......

"Hong Tao, what are you doing here?" Hong Tao was watching the ants ponder how he could convince his father that he could not let him go to the nursery, the place that tortured the minds of adults, when a middle-aged man walked in at the gate of the courtyard. He was wearing a Mao suit, still with 4 pockets, inside was a snow-white sweatshirt, only a white edge was exposed at the neckline of the tunic suit, and he was wearing a pair of three-joint leather shoes on his feet, which were wiped clean, but the light was not bright, and some places on the leather had faded.

The man is quite tall, more than 1.7 meters, this size is a big deal in the later generations, but in the 7o era, it is already considered tall, at that time, the more particular girls are looking for objects, the first condition is the height, less than 1.7 meters are called second-class disabilities. He was also very energetic, with standard thick eyebrows and big eyes, a thin but angular face, and iron-shaved beard stubble on his chin and cheeks.

“…… Father...... You're back!" Hong Tao was stunned for a few seconds before he called out the word dad.

"What are you doing here? Are you in trouble again?" Hong Tao's father also felt that the child did not seem to be right, so according to the custom, he looked into the house worriedly, for fear of running into the parents who complained. He doesn't have the ability of Grandpa Hong Tao, he can turn black into white, and he can do it with others when he is in a hurry, every time other people's parents come, he has to apologize to others with a smile, and by the way, he has to listen to a few sarcastic words.

"Bingrui, come back early today, I said that you are a coward, fortunately Xiao Tao didn't follow you, what's wrong with the trouble? I didn't steal or rob, that kid is not naughty! Boys have to be naughty, those who are not naughty are fools!" Before Hong Tao could answer, another person walked in at the gate of the courtyard, wearing a white cloth coat and a pair of blue pants, and a pair of black cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles on his feet, about 5o years old, although his head is not much, and his front teeth are missing, but his chest is thick, The arms and legs are very thick, and the body is very good at first glance.

"Oh, Dad, you're back. This is Hong Tao's grandfather, Old Man Hu, Hong Tao's father didn't care about educating Hong Tao anymore, and reached out to take the lunch box in the old man's hand.

"Xiao Tao, come and see what grandpa brought you back, sugar ears!" The old man didn't pay any attention to Hong Tao's father, and took out a small paper bag from his jacket pocket, which contained something the size of a palm.

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