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Yang Zijian took the pickles out of the small pickling vat, washed them, and cut them finely. He took down the basket from the wooden post, and there was only water spinach in it, and he divided it by two, and plucked the leaves and the tender stalks—this was the meal for the whole night.

"Brother, the water is boiling." My sister listened to the movement in the pot and suddenly shouted.

Yang Zijian hurriedly walked over and poured the rice into the boiling water, and then waited.

He chatted with his little sister about school, Zizhen was already in the second grade, and he only knew that "this classmate is good, that one will bully people, and the teacher is very kind" or something, when the porridge rises, he uses a vegetable shovel to ventilate under the lid of the pot, and after seven or eight minutes, the porridge is cooked, scooped into the aluminum basin and cooled.

Yang Zijian washed the pot again, and fried the pickles and water spinach with only three kinds of oil, salt and monosodium glutamate.

That's all for dinner, he watched his little sister greedily gulping down porridge, chewing green vegetables and pickles that had no nutrients, and looked satisfied, Yang Zijian felt a sense of relief and sourness in his heart.

It's Sunday, and at 7 p.m., he has to take the train into the city to get back to school, and tomorrow he has to go to class as usual, and before that, he needs his mother to borrow money.

At six o'clock in the evening, my mother finally returned, and she also brought back her second brother Yang Zishe, who was covered in dust and like a mud monkey.

The mother has a round face, small eyes, and a fairly beautiful appearance, but she has given birth to three children, has been farming for many years, has a thick waist like a bucket, her face is tanned and wrinkled, and her temper is a little hot.

"Mom, Zizhen and I have already made a meal." Yang Zijian was in a complicated mood, and looked at her with emotion and shame.

Without saying a word, the mother took out a handful of change from her pocket, stuffed it into her eldest son, and said, "Since the sawmill run by your father and friends caught fire and burned down, my relatives have been reluctant to borrow money, and I almost knelt down, but fortunately you are also angry when you study, so I borrowed twenty-five yuan." Five yuan will be left at home to buy oil and salt, and you will take the rest to save some money. ”

Yang Zijian didn't twist either, he took the change, it was all two pieces in pieces, and the maximum denomination was also five pieces, he folded it and put it in his underwear pocket.

Yang Zizhi immediately made a fuss next to him and said: "I also want money, I want to buy a pen!" ”

Mother didn't say a word, Qu Zhi gave Yang Zi's head a "corn", and scolded angrily: "Your brother is going to school in the city, if you have a chance, show me the first place in the class, I will kneel and beg for money, and I will get you tuition." ”

The second brother still jumped to the side unwillingly and complained: "It's not fair. My clothes are worn and old, and my brother still wears leftovers, and I am laughed at by my classmates every day. The family has no money, and my brother has to go to school in the city, which makes our family even poorer! ”

Yang Zijian had nothing to say, he put his mother and younger brother's dishes and chopsticks away, and then began to bury his head in eating.

While eating, Yang Zijian secretly decided: The twenty yuan can be used for half a month, it will be my starting capital, and I will not ask my family for money in the future, I must try my best to change the family's economic situation!

At half past six, fellow villagers Lan Hong, Zhang Hua, Liu Decheng and Miao Guanghui, who were also studying in No. 1 Middle School, visited together and went to the train station together.

Yang Zijian touched his sister and younger brother lovingly, and then said goodbye to his mother: "Mom, I'm leaving." ”

"Pay attention to safety in the car, remember to stay with your classmates, and don't trust strangers......" Mom reminded nagging.

Yang Zijian listened carefully, his eyes moistened, and then under the urging of Miao Guanghui, he crossed the two-foot-high marble threshold and left the towering gatehouse and dilapidated gate - speaking of which, the Yang family in Nantang originated from a branch of the Northern Song Dynasty physicist Yang Shi, and was a descendant of the sage, the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty had a total of five Jinshi, and before liberation, he was a large landowner in Nantang Town, after the republic, the Yang family was affected by various movements, grandfather and uncle hanged themselves, and four of the seven brothers and fathers were sent away as stepsons. The ancestral house has three entrances and two plants, and only one into one plant, and more than a dozen rooms are lived in by two families.

My sister leaned behind the marble threshold and said loudly, "Brother, you have to come back early!" ”

Yang Zijian waved his hand, and strode towards the railway station in the west of the town with his fellow countrymen while the night had not yet completely fallen, and there were still some daylight roads. Passing through the junction out of town, under several huge neem trees, a petite girl looked forward and seemed to be waiting a little impatiently.

Lan Hong strode forward, walking shoulder to shoulder with her, she was Lan Hong's sister Lan Xue, who was in the second year of junior high school in Nanjian No. 1 Middle School.

The group talked and laughed, walked for more than ten minutes, and finally arrived at Nantang Railway Station at nightfall.

Although the station is small, it has all kinds of organs. The waiting room was too hot, and everyone was chilling out by the flower beds on the platform. Liu Decheng is responsible for collecting the money to queue up to buy tickets, a short-distance station ticket from Nantang Town to Nanjian City, one yuan per person, Liu Decheng and Lan Hong junior high school are studying in Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, after going to high school, they are still in the same class, Lan Hong is the leader of the seventh class, and he is a member of the life committee, steady and enthusiastic.

In these years, the roads are not easy to walk, and if you have a place to stay in the countryside, most of them take the train, so there are dozens of people in the small station.

Lan Xue was enthusiastic and cheerful, and soon found a female companion of the same age and chatted on Twitter.

Yang Zijian looked at her soft hair, elegant back and hips, flowing blue printed long skirt, and healthy and strong calves wrapped in white nylon stockings. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but walk over and talk to her: "Lan Xue, you are dressed very beautifully today!" ”

Lan Xue grinned and smiled politely: "Thank you, you are also very handsome." ”

Then she turned back to chat with her female companion, obviously she didn't want to know her brother's classmate, a weirdo who still wore a school uniform when she went home, she didn't know that the blue and white striped school uniform was already Yang Zijian's best clothes.

Yang Zijian sighed and returned to Miao Guanghui, at this time, Liu Decheng had already bought tickets and distributed them to everyone, and then they chatted non-stop, while Yang Zijian only listened from the sidelines, feeling the atmosphere of the journey in the nineties.

At 7:05, it seemed that a few minutes later than the delay, the train entered the station, and under the cheers of the station administrator and the attendant, the passengers who were in a hurry to get off the train and the passengers waiting to get on the train were in an orderly manner, and finally Yang Zijian and his classmates got on the train, and soon the train started.

Sonorous and sonorous――

The train crossed the railway bridge, and then passed through Nantang Town, at this time, there were thousands of lights in the town, Yang Zijian looked at a small bright spot in the south of the town, which was probably his hometown.

All the way to the train, smelling the unique smell of oil in the carriages of this era, Yang Zijian felt sick to his stomach and nauseated and wanted to vomit.

Fortunately, the journey was not long, and after about half an hour, the train arrived in Nanjian City.

As his classmates got out of the car, Yang Zijian felt light again, in a trance, his eyelids were fighting, and he was so sleepy.

In the confusion, he was carried by two classmates, walked an unknown number of roads, returned to the school dormitory, and then fell asleep unconsciously.