Tang Xiangxiang was out of confinement, and the weather was gradually getting hotter, Luo Xiaoyu and her eldest sister took off their jackets, and the whole person was neat. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At that time, the maternity leave of female employees was only 47 days, and the child had to be sent to the nursery and given an hour each morning and afternoon to breastfeed. Tang Xiangxiang discussed with her husband a few days before she went to work.

"Let's go to nursery for all three children, I drop them off in the morning and then go to work, it's not far anyway. ”

"How can this work, the small one is too small, the big one is not much big, Xiao Yu hasn't been to the nursery for two months, I'm definitely going to cry, you just got out of confinement, how can I let go of my heart. Luo Jingquan hurriedly objected.

"You go to work farther than me........." Tang Xiangxiang looked at her husband worriedly.

"It's just a matter of walking more, it doesn't matter, so be it, let's take our three children to nursery together tomorrow morning." Luo Jingquan made the final decision.

Tang Xiangxiang suddenly remembered something and asked, "Hey, we have spent too much this month, didn't we prepare an extra 15 yuan for confinement?"

Luo Jing explained with a weak heart: "A while ago, my eldest brother wrote that my father was sick, and I sent them ten yuan,"

Tang Xiangxiang comforted him and said: "This work, next month's salary will be higher, it should be able to alleviate the ........."

Luo Xiaoyu shrunk in the quilt and eavesdropped, her parents were worried about money, but she was worried about not wanting to go to the nursery, the soul of this body is an adult, go to the nursery to see a group of little cute babies?

She can be the aunt inside, but she wants the aunt to take care of her, it's boring, she is going to talk to her father tomorrow..........

The next afternoon, after the family finished eating dinner and cleaned up, Luo Jingquan went to the well at the entrance of the village with a basin of diapers and clothes.

There is only one well in the Ink Brigade, and behind the well stands a shadow wall that looks like an ancient time, and in the middle is written: Don't forget the class struggle!

The well was paved with bluestone, and there were several women around washing clothes, Luo Jingquan said hello and picked up the public wooden bucket by the well.

The barrel was tied to the well rope, one end of the well rope was wrapped around the wheel, he held the well rope in one hand, threw the barrel into the well with the other hand, and then swung the well rope in his hand with both hands, and the barrel in the well also swung back and forth.

The barrel sank, and then the rope of the well was twisted with a wheel, and in a short time the barrel full of water came up.

"Dad, I don't have to go to daycare. Luo Xiaoyu said tentatively.

Luo Jingquan looked up at her, frowned, and didn't say anything.

Luo Xiaoyu brushed the stains on the diaper and said: "Dad, you see that I am more than four years old, I will learn everything in the nursery, the time is so tight in the morning, you hug the eldest sister, mother hug the little sister, I am small, I can't walk fast, so I will delay time." ”

"I'm home alone, I don't go to the latrine in the back, I don't come to the well. She assured her father. Luo Jingquan was slightly stunned, but his hands were blindly rubbing his clothes.

"Dad, mom spent a lot of money on confinement, is grandpa sick?" Luo Xiaoyu couldn't bear to poke his father's sore spot.

"Dad, you can try!" Luo Xiaoyu looked at his father expectantly. Luo Jingquan looked at his eldest daughter, with an inquiring look in his eyes, reluctance, and more pity.

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On the day Tang Xiangxiang went to work, Luo Xiaoyu didn't go to the nursery, and her mother told her for a long time before she went out with her father and her sister in her arms.

Sending them away, Luo Xiaoyu climbed into bed and struggled to fold the quilt, his father was born in the military, and he developed the habit of folding military quilts, in his previous life, the quilts they folded were neater than others', and now although they are small, they can also fold a square.

Folding the quilt and sweating, she sat quietly on the bed to rest, looking around, the red desk, the large wardrobe, the round dining table, and 4 square stools.

That's the mother's dowry, I used to hear my mother proudly say that it was made of green wood, when my grandfather was also going to get married, and my grandmother also fell in love with the material of green wood, but my mother had more eyes, and she started first.

The wood was so hard and heavy that the carpenter's planer had not been planed, leaving a bumpy mark on the wardrobe door. Each piece of furniture was heavy, and I remember watching a movie before, carrying a small square stool back and forth, and the next day, my calves were bruised.

Jumped out of bed and walked to the large standing cabinet, which is composed of two independent cabinets on top and bottom, in today's parlance, split.

When she opened the door of the upper cabinet, there was a drawer in the lower corner, and she knew that if she removed the drawer, it would be the face of the lower cabinet, so that a dark grid would be formed, where the family's 'savings' would be placed, and it was estimated that there would not be a few dollars now.

Thinking of this, her heart felt sour........

Next, she took out the prepared paper and Chinese pencil, and took out a book with the traditional Chinese words "Is the Soviet Union a Socialist Country?" from the drawer of the desk. She had to think of a few simple words and start writing.

In the past, the words of their three children all inherited from their parents, and they wrote good words, especially their younger sister, that is, the current little sister Luo Xiaomei is an all-rounder, pen words, brush words are written well, strong and sharp, unlike girls who write.

The little sister's songs are also sung well, and she often goes out to compete on behalf of the unit.

The painting is also excellent, a peony picture of a thousand branches and charming, magnificent, my father likes it very much, framed and hung in the center of the living room, and people come to show off.

Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoyu's heart couldn't help but move, wait for the little sister to be older, take a good look, in the previous life, no one pointed out to the Quartet, and in this life, he must persuade his parents to let a professional teacher guide him, he must have made a difference, right?

"When......... When the clock of Wang Xiaoya's house rang 11 times, Luo Xiaoyu hurriedly took out the porcelain basin from the cupboard, scooped the rice bag three times from the aluminum lid on the thermos to the porcelain basin, and scooped water from the bucket to soak the rice.

At this time, the rice is yellow and black, and there is a lot of sand, and it is still old rice, which is unpalatable and teething.

She thought of the delicious Northeast rice and the more delicious Thai rice, and suddenly the secretions in her mouth increased, and she was full of anticipation for the arrival of reform and opening up...........

At the door was my father's own stove, the fire was sealed with wet-flour coals in the hearth, and the water was sitting in the pot, which was already hot.

Luo Xiaoyu really wanted to help boil the rice and empty it, but he was afraid that the short water would burn him, so he didn't want to stay at home, and he had to go to the nursery honestly.

So you can't rush anything, when she is older, there are a lot of things to do in the future, and she has to plan well...........