Unexpectedly, after this kind of military hat with iron sheet was improved, it also led the fashion trend, and many half-sized children were proud to have such a hat. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Of course, the iron sheet will still wear his head bald, but not everyone will have an empathetic sister who is willing to waste fabric and has the patience to make a lining for them.

Therefore, these boys in the family are all arrogant and show off their military hats, and they feel that Sister Xiao An is really good and unique in heaven and earth!

Zhou Xiaoan thought that a few years later, the backbone of the Red Revolution was this group of rampaging stinky boys, and when he thought that they would be so lawless that they would itch at the root of their teeth, they would make them work in different ways, and they couldn't help but feel distressed when they were tired and sweaty, so they could only compensate them with delicious food.

Such a weird cycle, no one found out about her prank, but it made this group of guys think she was better!

The tin hat that she had improved was even more precious.

So the little potato has to wear it when he runs away from home.

Many years later, the military hat and the green military uniform have long faded in their memories, but everyone remembers more and more clearly the kind, beautiful and ingenious sister, in order to take care of their youthful self-esteem, carefully and gently care for their little wishes, so that they can enjoy the good time of being pampered without hindrance.

As for who prank and proposed to put an iron sheet in the hat, no one really remembers.

Speaking of this kind of iron military hat, Tang Huilan was also speechless, she came to learn from the experience, and she wanted to make one for Tang Qingjun.

This half-grown child, who is still thinking about the stinky beauty, will go to Xinjiang next month.

"I didn't listen to any persuasion, I signed up behind my back, and my parents only knew that the street beat gongs and drums and sent big red flowers!" Speaking of this, Tang Huilan was anxious and angry, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

Tang Qingjun is only seventeen years old, and his body hasn't grown tall enough! is going to go to such a difficult northern Xinjiang, and even the household registration has to be moved over, this is preparing not to come back for the rest of his life?!

But the organization has already approved it, and the hukou migration procedures have been completed, what can they do? I can only try to care for him as much as possible before he leaves.

Zhou Xiaoan accompanied Tang Huilan and sighed, these uneasy stinky boys!

But Tang Huilan left, but Zhou Xiaoquan told her sister an unknown reason.

"The army went to northern Xinjiang to keep the family fed." It turned out that one of their seniors went to northern Xinjiang to take root, and the state gave him a lot of subsidies to his family, and he himself rose from the salary of 16 yuan and 5 cents as an apprentice to 28 yuan!

"The most important thing is that you can eat enough over there, Da Liu saved a half of a nest of nests for each meal last winter, saved a large bag and sent it back to his family, saving the lives of a large family."

Zhou Xiaoan wanted to talk about the hardships of northern Xinjiang, the huge gap between urban and rural areas in the next thirty or forty years, and the long-term vision to pay attention to personal growth, not just the 28 yuan salary in front of him, but all this stopped in front of that big bag of fragmentary nests.

Nothing is more important than staying alive. At a time when survival is unsustainable, what development and future are there to talk about?

The fate of many people is decided in such a hurry in the face of survival, and there is no choice at all.

So the little boy who had the leeway to decide his fate and ran away from home seemed even more hateful, but fortunately he still had a little conscience and knew that he would send a telegram back to report his safety.

But when he checked the address of the power generation, Zhou Xiaoan couldn't cry or laugh, what went to Shanghai, and the little potato turned out to go to the Qianshan Fishing Ground, which was the closest place to Qianshan Island, where he was assigned to train last year.

So when he said to go to the sea, he really went to the sea to see, not to Shanghai.

Shen Yuehai knew Zhou Xiaoan's worries, so he hurriedly contacted his comrades-in-arms over there so that he could take care of the potatoes nearby.

Knowing that he is safe and sound, Zhou Xiaoan is not so worried, if the child wants to grow up, she will go out to break in, she will release her younger brothers one by one like eagles, the higher and farther they fly, the more proud she is.

So she accompanied Zhou Xiaoquan to send Tang Qingjun away, and on the way back, she proposed to take the child on a detour to eat meat buns.

"Do you remember the big meat bun I gave you that winter? I've been talking about it before, but why haven't you said it lately? "The kid is about to join the army, thinking about how ignorant he looked two years ago, it's really a time flies.

In fact, he was really reluctant to let him go.

Zhou Xiaoquan pursed his lips and smiled, riding his bicycle slowly, carefully avoiding potholes and stones on the road, afraid of his sister in the back seat, "Sister, I don't eat steamed buns, I'll go with Jianxin another day, I'll take you to Shangjia Garden to eat snacks!" ”

He hadn't mentioned any meat in front of his sister since she couldn't eat it.

The siblings rode their bikes slowly in the bright early autumn sunshine, enjoying the rare time alone.

But there were more and more people walking in front of him, and the scene was getting more and more chaotic, Zhou Xiaoquan stopped riding forward, "Sister, it may be that it's making trouble again, let's go home first." ”

Recently, with the closure of four of the six sub-mines of the Peizhou Mine, there has been an endless stream of absenteeism in the city, and it is common to see groups of absenteeism gathered at the entrance of the non-staple food store or vegetable station for a long time, and they are making trouble for a pound of radish or a day of late grain.

It's not that there is something wrong with the operation of these places, but that the mood of the miners is already on the verge of collapse.

With no mines to dig for, they may be cleared at any point, and most of them have no choice but to go back to the countryside to farm.

When anxiety accumulates too much, it can only be vented in the usual trivialities.

Not only are people gathering in public places to make trouble, but it is said that there is now a sharp rise in cases of intentional wounding and violent crimes in Peizhou, and most of them are occurring in the mining area of Dongcheng.

Recently, the working group has also talked to Zhou Xiaoan more frequently, and there is only one center, urging Zhou Jingyuan to get the vein map as soon as possible!

Although it is not explicitly stated, everyone knows that the stability and prosperity of Peizhou has been greatly threatened!

Now absenteeism is the most unprovoked group of people, it seems that it is going to make trouble again, the crowd is gathering more and more, and there is more than one place, Zhou Xiaoquan didn't dare to take his sister to wander outside, so he hurriedly took the path and went home.

When I came to the vicinity of the steel mill, I suddenly remembered the sharp sound of martial law sirens, and the people on the street hurriedly ran to the nearest store, "Coal blacks are making trouble again!" Martial law is on! Martial law is on! This time, it's all in Xicheng! When is this a head! ”

Zhou Xiaoquan turned his bicycle into the alley, "Sister, you sit down, let's drill the alley, and we can get home in five minutes!" ”

They are children who grew up in the small alleys of Zuanpeizhou, and martial law can also find a hidden way home.

The two of them turned around the criss-crossing alleys in the residential area next to the steel mill, and Zhou Xiaoquan's speed suddenly slowed down, "Sister, do you see if the fool in front of us who used to live in the miscellaneous yard, the old lame man who collected the tatters?" Yo! The lame man is still literate! I can also read the blackboard newspaper! ”

Zhou Xiaoan jumped off the back seat of the bicycle and hid in the corner to look forward from behind the bushes, the tattered woman with a dark face and unkempt hair in the courtyard was at the empty gate of the neighborhood committee, staging the raged paper shells and rotten clothes she had collected, while staring at the blackboard newspaper in front of her.

The autumn wind blows up the withered yellow weeds on the roadside, and on the silent side streets, the lame man's gaze looks so strange.