The spring of 1982 was a rainy season.

After a thunderclap in the morning, gray clouds quietly appeared in the sky, and the sky gradually became cloudy.

When it was almost noon, Song Qingtian returned to Songhe Village to look for Lin Qiaoxiang, but found that the door of Lin Qiaoxiang's house was locked.

So, Song Qingtian decided to go home to take a look, and by the way, he was waiting for Lin Qiaoxiang at home.

On the night when Song Qingtian moved to Sanchuan Town, Qin Xiaofei and Wang Fengying moved to his home, and when Wang Fengying saw Song Qingtian, she quickly took Song Qingtian's hand affectionately and said, "Nizi, are you back?" ”

The two chatted casually, and Song Qingtian asked, "Aunt Fengying, have you seen Qiaoxiang's sister-in-law?" ”

Wang Fengying shook her head and said, "These two people seem to have gone out early in the morning, and they don't know what to do." ”

Seeing noon, Wang Fengying enthusiastically asked Song Qingtian to eat at home.

Song Qingtian thought that she was going to wait for Lin Qiaoxiang to come back anyway, and she was not polite, and helped Wang Fengying cook at home.

After cooking, I saw Qin Xiaofei coming back from outside with a snakeskin bag, the snakeskin bag exuded a fishy smell, and the loach yellow eel inside kept jumping.

"Xiaofei, didn't you go to dig the foundation with the contractor? Why did you go down to the river to touch the loaches? ”

Qin Xiaofei said: "The contractor disliked me for working slowly, and after two days of work, he didn't want me, so he let me come back." ”

Song Qingtian thought to himself, Qin Xiaofei was also a person who had never done gravity work, and it was certain that he was slow when he started to work, and he felt that the contractor was too unkind.

In the 80s, the rural labor force was abundant, and you could find a strong labor force at will, and Qin Xiaofei, who had not graduated from junior high school, was definitely not as good as a middle-aged man in the prime of life, and the contractor would of course think that he could not work.

"So, you're going to touch the loaches?"

"Well, I thought to myself, digging the foundation will give more than 2 yuan a day, and now there are not many people who build houses, and I can't do it every day, so I might as well go to the river to touch the loaches, and I can earn 1 yuan and 2 yuan a day, so I went down to the river this morning."

Qin Xiaofei said as he poured the loaches from the snakeskin bag into a large wooden basin.

Song Qingtian saw that both of his hands were covered with blood blisters, and after being blistered, the skin on his fingers turned white, and the blood blisters were oozing blood.

Song Qingtian said with concern: "Your hand is injured like this, and you have to go down to the river to touch the loaches, be careful of infection?" Take a break and wait until your injuries are healed before going down to the river. ”

"It's okay, I'm idle right now anyway, and it's some money to make some money."

Seeing Song Qingtian cooking for his mother at home, Qin Xiaofei asked with some curiosity: "Why are you cooking at my house today?" ”

Song Qingtian smiled and said, "This seems to be my home, right?" Why can't I cook in my own home? ”

Qin Xiaofei smiled slightly embarrassedly and said, "Yes, it's your house, you almost forgot about it." ”

"It's good that you can treat my home as your home, so that you can see my family firmly."

Qin Xiaofei didn't know why, "Listen to you, if I don't live in your house, will your house still be gone?" ”

Song Qingtian told Qin Xiaofei that Mrs. Song wanted to sell her house.

Qin Xiaofei said "oh" and said, "No wonder I have seen your grandmother come several times in the past two days, every time she came to the door and looked inside, she left without speaking." ”

"You and Aunt Feng Ying try not to deal with her, you just live here with Aunt Feng Ying honestly, and my grandmother doesn't dare to do anything."

Qin Xiaofei asked again: "Isn't there a spring meeting in Zhaojiawan today?" Why didn't you sell something there? ”

Song Qingtian told him about his coming to Lin Qiaoxiang.

Qin Xiaofei said "oops": "I got up in the morning and saw them dressed up and went out, and asked them where they were going, and Qiaoxiang's sister-in-law said that she and Brother Chunsheng were going to the city." If they're going into town, there's no telling when they'll be back. ”

Song Qingtian was anxious when he heard this, and promised Tao Jinshan to make him 300 catties of crispy noodles, what should I do?

Seeing Song Qingtian's embarrassment, Qin Xiaofei bit his lip, plucked up his courage, and volunteered: "Qingtian, if you don't dislike me, I want to help you." ”

Song Qingtian looked at his hand and said with some distress: "How can you work with your hands like this?" You have to take two days off. ”

Qin Xiaofei said: "I will try my best to do what I can, there will be no delay, just a few blood packets, and this hand will be fine in two days." ”

Qin Xiaofei volunteered to help with Song Qingtian in business, Song Qingtian couldn't ask for it, she also thought about it before, let Qin Xiaofei do business with her first, and the conditions in his family would gradually improve, but Qin Xiaofei was bent on going to Shanxi Coal Kiln.

His own business manpower has always been insufficient, and if this hard-working Qin Xiaofei helps, the deployment of personnel will be more reasonable.

Otherwise, the third uncle is a man, and all the heavy work depends on the third uncle, with Qin Xiaofei, the third uncle can also be easier.

Besides, Qin Xiaofei has a talent for business.

Before Wang Fengying was sick, Qin Xiaofei never thought of helping Song Qingtian do business, and in his world, he never thought that doing business could be more profitable than working part-time.

That night, after he learned the income from doing business at Song Qingtian's house, although he was silent, his heart kept fluctuating.

Later, he helped Song Qingtian for a few days, and confirmed that he could make a lot of money in business, so he was a little tempted, but he promised Zhao Sanmeng to go to Shanxi coal kiln to work. In the past, he promised Zhao Sanmeng to go to Shanxi Coal Kiln to work, but later Song Qingtian dissuaded him, and he had broken his promise to Zhao Sanmeng. This time, he couldn't break his promise to Zhao Sanmeng again, so he politely rejected Song Qingtian.

Father Qin Tianzhu went to the black coal kiln in Shanxi quietly, Qin Xiaofei had the opportunity to help Song Qingtian do business, but he was embarrassed to find Song Qingtian again, so he went to find the contractor, built a house for others and dug the base for two days, the salary was not much, he was tired and half dead, and later he was disgusted by the contractor, so he even more germinated the idea of doing business.

Right now, seeing that Song Qingtian said that there were difficulties and that there were not enough people, Qin Xiaofei mustered up the courage to show his heart.

Song Qingtian said with a smile: "Xiaofei, if you help me do business, I can guarantee that it will make a lot more money than if you build a house for others and dig the foundation, and it is not as tiring as digging the foundation." As long as you are willing to do it with me, I will not treat you badly. ”

Qin Xiaofei nodded gratefully.

After eating, Song Qingtian told Wang Fengying that if he saw Lin Qiaoxiang coming back from the city, he would let him go to the town quickly.

Subsequently, Song Qingtian and Qin Xiaofei went to Song Zhiping's house to treat the wound on Qin Xiaofei's hand.

Song Song Zhiping picked up the blood blisters on Qin Xiaofei's hands with a needle, and said distressedly: "You baby, you are so young, you work so hard, what do you think this hand has become?" ”

Song Qingtian told Song Zhiping to use the best medicine for Qin Xiaofei, and Song Zhiping said: "Yunnan white is the best." ”

In the countryside in the 80s, Yunnan Baiyao was indeed the best medicine for treating red injuries.

After Song Zhiping cleaned Qin Xiaofei's wound with iodine wine, he put Yunnan Baiyao powder on it, and then wrapped his palm thinly with gauze.

After that, the two were about to go to town, and just as they were about to leave, a few drops of light rain fell from the low clouds in the sky.

Song Qingtian looked up and saw that the clouds were very low and the air was wet, so he was worried that it might rain in the afternoon.

Thinking that Lin Qiaoxiang was not at home, it was better to clean up the cold powder stall as soon as possible, let Jiang Xiaoyan and Yang Xiulian go back, and also help make crispy noodles together, so as to barely guarantee the number of 300 catties of crispy noodles.

After making up their minds, the two went to Zhaojiawan.

When I arrived at Zhaojiawan, the raindrops in the sky seemed to be falling densely, and the people who rushed to the Spring Festival Party ran to their homes one after another, and there was not a single guest on the cold powder stall.

After Song Qingtian told Yang Xiulian and Jiang Xiaoyan of his decision, the four of them began to collect the stalls, and after collecting them, Qin Xiaofei pulled the cart, and the four of them rushed to the town.

As we hurried back to town, the rain began to fall heavily.

Jiang Xiaoyan said a little gloatingly: "Sunny day, fortunately you let us come back, otherwise the sky would have been drenched in Zhaojiawan, the rain was heavy, the road was full of mud, and the car couldn't be pulled back, which was also fortunate that Qin Xiaofei helped us." ”

Song Xifeng made noodles at home, and made 300 catties of noodles in one morning, tired and had a sore back, but he didn't see Song Qingtian come back left and right, so he started to pull ramen noodles first, and the rain outside began to fall heavily, he immediately thought of going to Zhaojiawan to pull the cold powder stall back, and was about to go out, when he saw Qin Xiaofei pulling the cart back.

After Song Qingtian returned home, he first told everyone in front of everyone about Qin Xiaofei helping him do business.

Yang Xiulian said: "Xiaofei is a diligent child, and my aunt is very happy to be able to help. ”

Jiang Xiaoyan clapped her hands and said, "Welcome, welcome." ”

Song Xifeng half-jokingly said to Qin Xiaofei: "Xiaofei, it's easy for me to come." ”

Song Qingtian smiled and said to Song Xifeng: "Third uncle, do you mean that you have done too much tiring work before?" Or do you plan to let Xiaofei start doing tiring work in the future? ”

Song Xifeng said with a smile: "Tired is not tired, but I can't concentrate on what I do, and as a result, I feel that I can't do anything well." The most important thing is that when I saw Xiao Fei enter the door, he kept his face tight, and I teased him. ”

Song Qingtian thought about it, Qin Xiaofei seemed to be preoccupied, and didn't say much, a bit similar to Zhao Leiming, he returned to the town from Zhaojiawan, but he didn't say a word.

Since Qin Xiaofei decided to save Wang Fengying's life, he has taken the initiative to bear the burden of the family, and he only has to work hard in his heart, talk less, work more, and share the responsibility for the family.

Song Qingtian said: "The third uncle is right, there has been insufficient manpower, today we all make crisp noodles at home, and when they are done in the evening, we will have a meeting, and then carry out some detailed work allocation, personnel adjustment, and the distribution of wages will also be different." ”

In the afternoon, Song Xifeng and Jiang Xiaoyan kept ramen, Yang Xiulian lit the fire, Song Qingtian cooked noodles in the pot, and Qin Xiaofei was responsible for frying them in the oil pot.

Qin Xiaofei's hands were still wrapped in gauze, and when he pulled the cart before, the blood on his hands seeped out again, and Song Qingtian was worried that his hands were not good, and he was easily splashed by hot oil ideas, which was just more injury.

So, he took out a pair of medical gloves that Zhao Leiming gave him and brought them to Qin Xiaofei, Qin Xiaofei also felt very comfortable, and he was quick to work.

When he was busy until more than 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Song Qingtian weighed the prepared crisp noodles, and it was only more than 50 catties.

I thought to myself, if I continue to do it at this speed, I'm afraid I have to make 300 pounds, and I will have to stay up until the second half of the night tonight.