"Cuilian is back!" Xie Jun was sitting at the door at this time, rubbing the corn cob with Xie's mother. I saw Zhang Cuilian carrying a big schoolbag and walking over from far and near.

Mother Xie looked back and saw Zhang Cuilian, and she couldn't close her mouth happily. patted the ash on his body and walked up quickly: "It's a holiday?" ”

Zhang Cuilian nodded: "It's a holiday, it's been ten days." I've been working at home for five days, and I'm thinking that I have five days left to come and help you! ”

Xie Jun said with a smile: "What kind of work do we have at home!" If you come, you will rest for two days and talk to your mother! No need to work! ”

Mother Xie stopped rubbing the corn anymore and pulled Zhang Cuilian into the house. Zhang Cuilian looked out of the window and found that the Xie family's vegetable garden had been cleaned up.

"Are you tired from school, is there anyone bullying you at school, can you eat enough?" Mother Xie's series of questions made Zhang Cuilian cry and laugh. But the heart is indeed unusually warm, this is the love for her to the bone.

recalled how many times he went home, Shao Hua didn't even ask. Every time, I say that the pickles at home are not enough to eat, or this family also wants pickles and that family also comes to eat. In short, the endless life in the family is waiting for her, and it is estimated that in the near future, Zhang Cuilian will be able to hear what the daughter of the family has taken from the family.

Zhang Cuilian replied to Xie Ma with a smile, Xie Ma was very interested in things in school. The mother and daughter forgot the time while chatting, causing Xie Jun to complain: "I don't know why there are so many spitting stars, the child has been here for more than a long time, and he doesn't give her a meal!" ”

Mother Xie woke up like a dream, covered her mouth and laughed and went to the kitchen. Zhang Cuilian got up and walked out of Xie's house, and came to the door to rub the corn with Xie Jun.

"Don't do it, be careful of hurting your hands. Let's go inside and watch TV! Xie Jun's persuasion was useless, Zhang Cuilian said with a smile: "Oh, can I talk to you for a while!" ”

Xie Jun is a stuffy gourd, and there is nothing to talk about. Zhang Cuilian talked about herself and told her about her recent life. Leaving the Gu family behind, she completely dissected her life to Xie Jun.

"That Feng Xiaojie is quite goothing!" (Northeast dialect: Gudu is bad.) Dad Xie shook his head: "You can remember, you can't talk about others behind your back." You can say good things, but you can't say a word about it. ”

Zhang Cuilian nodded: "I know, those who say that people are right and wrong must be right and wrong!" ”

Xie Jun smiled with satisfaction: "Hmm! I like what you say. Yes, intellectuals, they should be intellectuals! ”

Zhang Cuilian knows that Xie Jun's favorite thing in his life is intellectuals. It's like learning that Qiao Qiao went to college before the sickbed, just like saying an ancient sentence at this time.

"If you are looking for a partner in the future, you must find someone who is educated. Don't look for a big guy like me who doesn't understand anything. It's useless to watch the news, and the brain is not good. Xie Jun sighed and shook his head, making a request for Zhang Cuilian's marriage for the first time.

Zhang Cuilian chuckled in her heart, Gu Zhicheng is not a cultural person. He, like Dad Xie, is a soldier. Person.

"No, I think it's good for Dad Xie to be like this. I'll find someone to be a soldier in the future, and I have a sense of responsibility! Zhang Cuilian said tentatively.

Dad Xie sneered: "That's not good! When you were in the army, you didn't have time to take care of the family, so what should you do if you have a child in the future? There is a headache and brain fever, and people can't get out. ”

Zhang Cuilian's heart warmed, and she couldn't help but smile and said: "That's not easy, you live with me and help me take care of it!" ”

These words seemed ordinary, but they shocked Xie Jun. He paused for a moment, and then was a little moved and a little incredulous: "Then, where is it!" ”

Zhang Cuilian endured the tears that came out of her eyes, lowered her head and pretended to be inadvertent: "Then why can't it!" You should have lived with me when you're old! If I find someone who can't always go home, we should live together as a family. You can't let me live with my mother-in-law, I haven't been bullied to death by my mother-in-law! ”

Couldn't thank Dad for talking, and Mother Xie, who came over with a few eggs, nodded again and again: "Yes, if your mother-in-law doesn't serve you the child." I'll serve you! If you meet a powerful mother-in-law with this temper, it will be a difficult time! ”

Xie Jun and his wife glanced at each other, thinking about the future days so beautiful that they couldn't close their mouths.

Zhang Cuilian took advantage of Xie Jun's happiness and told her about her submission.

"Really! Oops, in which issue is it written? I've got to buy a copy and show how good my girl is! Mother Xie burst into tears with excitement, and quickly wiped it with her sleeve.

Zhang Cuilian said with a smile: "It's next month, and the manuscript fee has been sent!" ”

Zhang Cuilian didn't dare to say anything about helping in the cafeteria, for fear that Xie Jun would be unhappy and even more afraid that Xie Ma would feel sorry for herself.

Xie Jun was happy for Zhang Cuilian's competition at this time, and returned to the house to look at the remittance slip handed over by Zhang Cuilian.

"I haven't withdrawn this remittance slip, so I thought it would be better to follow you. This is my first manuscript fee, and I will have more in the future! Zhang Cuilian's words surprised the second elder.

Mother Xie shook her head and returned the remittance slip to Zhang Cuilian: "It doesn't matter, the two of us just know your intentions." You take the money back, and you usually have to use the money for emergencies. Or save it, and you can use it as a dowry when you go out in the future! ”

Zhang Cuilian came over this time to give the second elder this big gift. What gift to buy will only feel like a waste of money for the two, but if the second elder gives this remittance slip, he will definitely be happy.

"Cuilian! Take it back! The two of us are not short of this money, so you can keep it for your own emergency. Xie Jun opened his mouth to excuse himself, and Zhang Cuilian said with a bitter face: "Otherwise, you can save it for me." Put you here, my heart is also steady! ”

Xie Jun and his wife both understood what Zhang Cuilian meant, and looked at each other, Xie Ma gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay!" I'll save it for you! When you get married, take it with you as a dowry! ”

Zhang Cuilian stayed at Xie's house for five days, using more than 20 years of kitchen experience in later generations. sorted out a large number of dried vegetables for Xie's mother, knowing that the couple was diligent and thrifty. In the autumn until the vegetables fall to the ground in the next year, most of the year's efforts are to eat pickles, radish, potatoes, and Chinese cabbage.

"I have a classmate of Korean nationality who taught me a lot of ways to pickle pickles from the Xian ethnic group." Zhang Cuilian found a reason to deal with the Xie family's radish, cabbage, bellflower, and ground gourd. Pickled cucumbers, capers, sweet and sour garlic.

The beans are steamed and dried in the garden, which allows them to retain their flavor more than just dried beans.

Cut the eggplant into slices and dip it in flour on both sides. After drying in the sun, put it away, and stew it when you want to eat it, which not only replenishes the iron, but also tastes delicious and juicy.

She didn't forget to teach Xie Ma to make Douban hot sauce, and she didn't delay a day for five days.

Mother Xie wiped Zhang Cuilian's sweat distressedly: "I don't pay attention to your father, just eat enough." You see that you have pickled so many dishes, and you are not afraid that the two of us will eat to support our stomachs! ”

Zhang Cuilian was unwilling to let the old man eat so many pickles. But there is no other way, but to say that in the future, when the living conditions are better, the two elders will come over and change their eating habits.

Dad Xie looked at the nine jars in Zhang Cuilian's house, and couldn't help but smile: "Change the same thing a day, and eat it the same for a week." Or my daughter's filial piety! ”

It's just pickles, Zhang Cuilian turned her back. secretly wiped his tears, and sighed in his heart: For the kindness given to me by your two elders, how can it be repaid with a few jars of pickles.

At the end of the ten-day vacation, Zhang Cuilian is going back to school. At four o'clock in the afternoon, there was the last bus to the city, and Xie Ma saw that Zhang Cuilian's schoolbag contained two large bottles of pickles and chili sauce. I already understand that this child is going to eat steamed buns and pickles.

If you give her money at this time, you definitely can't ask for it. I boiled more than a dozen salted duck eggs and put them in her schoolbag with a smile. He also put a handkerchief with a flower under the bag, and put fifty yuan in it.

Zhang Cuilian didn't know anything about this, and said goodbye to Xie's father and mother. I returned to school with a large school bag.

When she arrived at school, she found that many of her roommates had not returned. Ding Rongrong in the city said that she would be too late to come to class tomorrow morning.

Li Man and the others have to make the earliest shuttle back tomorrow? I can't make it to class!

Zhang Cuilian shook her head and took the things out of her schoolbag in the same way. Eventually, she found a flower handkerchief that didn't belong to her. Suspiciously, he opened the handkerchief and found a pile of money inside. I counted it, and it was fifty dollars.

Don't think about it, Zhang Cuilian already understood in her heart, sighed and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She grabbed her purse, packed her things and walked out of the dorm.

Walking to the school guard, Zhang Cuilian knocked on the door. The uncle at the door remembered Zhang Cuilian vividly. After all, at this time, there are too few students who can make the postman wait for the remittance slip to the newspaper, and Zhang Cuilian is the only one in the past few years.

"Uncle! Do you still have my letter? Zhang Cuilian knocked on the doorman's window and asked with a smile at the old man inside.

She stood low and couldn't see what was going on inside the doorman, not knowing that the headmaster was talking to the old man inside.

When the old man saw Zhang Cuilian, he smiled and took out a letter and handed it to her: "It doesn't seem to be a remittance order this time, and the postman didn't say to wait for you!" ”

Zhang Cuilian was a little disappointed, it seems that the short story did not pass. At this time, she heard someone say "hey" and said something to the doorman. The doorman happily told Zhang Cuilian about his submission, and his face was as if he had submitted his own manuscript.

"Son, come in and talk. Your headmaster is going to talk to you! The doorman stopped Zhang Cuilian and told her that someone wanted to ask her.

Zhang Cuilian suspiciously entered the doorman and saw the principal with an excited face.

"Do you have a letter in your hand? Didn't work out this time? The headmaster asked curiously.

Zhang Cuilian looked embarrassed, if she knew that the principal was here at this time. It must not be able to come to take it, and whether it is successful or not is not the point.

Zhang Cuilian mechanically opened the envelope and poured out a thin letter from it. I was surprised to find another remittance slip and a handwritten letter paper.

The doorman excitedly took the remittance slip and exclaimed: "One hundred and thirty-eight yuan, she got one hundred and thirty-eight yuan for the manuscript!" ”