However, it's not easy to starve the two to death, Mrs. Zhang can't move, but Yang Erlaizi can still get up.

After a while, I might be able to go down to the ground with my hands on the wall.

In this way, if there is nothing in the house, it will not be finished.

Whatever they do.

Love to death or not to love.

On the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month, he bought almost all the New Year's goods that should be bought at home.

Chicken, duck and fish, in triplicate.

Yu Li and Chen Xueru here, he can't forget.

These things are not easy to buy, and now there is a shortage of materials, and every household sells them, and the purchase is limited.

It's that you have a ticket in your hand, and sometimes you can't buy something.

There are many people who buy things during the Chinese New Year, and the goods are limited.

The vegetable market, department stores, and supply and marketing cooperatives in the city are all crowded, and they can't grab it at all.

He Yuzhu has a sign-in system, these are not bad, he can ensure that he eats and drinks at home, and he has a good relationship with him, and he has sent some points in the past two days.

At least a fat year.

The rolling mill is on holiday.

Early in the morning of the 29th, the neighborhood organized a group worship.

That is, all the employees of public institutions and factories went to the street, holding banners, saying two enthusiastic words, and greeting each other for the New Year.

It was a very busy day, the streets were crowded, and most of the children were wearing new clothes, chasing and weaving through the crowd.

If you see the familiar, you will clench your fists and worship the New Year.

In the past few years, this can be rectified often, and this will be organized basically every year.

At the end of the group worship, He Yuzhu's family went shopping leisurely.

Xiao Meihua was still excited, chattering all the way to share her experience of performing on stage just now, talking about how she was, and how she grew up, she wanted to be a firm and faithful G life warrior.

He Yuzhu held hands with Hu Meizhong, supported her, and listened to the enthusiastic Xiao Meihua with a smile on his face.

Just now, she and a group of children went on stage to perform a model play (Red Detachment of Women).

Although the acting is not very good, it is still quite interesting to watch.

The deaf old lady is in good spirits, and she is happy all the way with a crutch, and many people gave her New Year's greetings just now.

After all, there are only a few people who are older in this street, and a few veterans of the Anti-Japanese War are together, so that everyone can greet the New Year together.

Count the whole street full of people, in front of a few veterans, eighty-year-old people to pay New Year's greetings together.

This meeting, the deaf old lady has never seen it, and now she can't be happy.

To put it bluntly, it is not in vain, the country is good, we can have enough to eat, give our people a good life, and life is getting more and more hopeful.

He Yuzhu knew that this was thinking of the hard days of the past again.

If you think about the era when the old lady came over, you know that it is even more bitter than now.

Don't look at the shortage of materials now, there is no way to guarantee the supply, but people are very happy, I don't know how many times better than before.

In the afternoon, the family walked home after eating at a restaurant, passing by a photo studio.

He Yuzhu took the family to take a family photo.

When taking pictures, the deaf old lady sat on a stool, He Yuzhu and Hu Meizhong were on the left and right, and Xiao Meihua was standing in front of the old lady.

The old lady also wore a red and festive dress and smiled like a child.

took a family photo, and He Yuzhu took a photo with his daughter-in-law and sister-in-law.

Xiao Meihua was wearing a green military uniform and a military hat, touching Hu Meizhong's belly, saying that when the niece and daughter here saw this photo, they knew that he also participated.

Hey, don't say it, it's quite thoughtful.

In the end, He Yuzhu took Hu Meizhong and took two photos alone to record his beauty in six or six years.

After taking the photo, I checked out and went back.

The streets are as clean as new and look clean.

In the past few days, the streets have also been cleaned, and all the streets, inside and outside the alleys, have been swept.

When I entered the courtyard, I saw that the courtyard was very lively, and a group of people gathered around the table in the middle of the front yard.

Yan Bugui set up a booth and was helping to write couplets.

There was a dustpan on the table, and inside it was either peanuts or melon seeds.

The pen and ink are his, but the paper has to be bought by himself, and when it's over, he has to give him peanuts and melon seeds and other hard expenses.

The business is good, and the hospital basically asks him to write, every year.

Although the nobles of Yanbu deducted a little bit and wrote well, otherwise this business would not have been done forever.

Yan Bugui also pointed to making some extra money in the two days of the New Year.

"Brother Zhuzi, we haven't written a couplet yet, why don't we ask Teacher Yan to help write a few?"

"You can't write it, I see that your calligraphy is good, let's write it ourselves this year."

Hu Meizhong's handwriting is good, the brush calligraphy is stronger than him, and it is pleasing to the eye when he looks at it with one hand.

When Hu Meizhong heard this, she was eager to try, and she was very confident in her calligraphy.

"Hey, old lady, pillar, in the ointment, where are you coming back?

Do you want to write a couplet?

My hands are just hot.

How many couplets shall I write you?"

When Yan Bugui saw the group coming in, he put down his pen and greeted him.

That's a big family.

He Yuzhu is not a stingy person, help write a few couplets, then the benefits can be less!

Even if you give peanuts and melon seeds, they are better than others.

When the old lady heard He Yuzhu's words just now, she knew that Hu Meizhong was good at writing, so she walked over, glanced at what was written on Yan Bugui's table, and shook her head: "No, no, it's not as good as what my eldest grandson wrote."

As soon as he heard this, Yan Bugui quit, this is not smashing people's jobs, he pointed to this bastard.

"Hey, you old lady isn't right.

If you want to say that the pillar rice is delicious, then I won't say anything.

If you want to say that his handwriting is better than mine, then I will not accept it.

I have been a people's teacher for so many years, and I have practiced this character for so many years, and no one in this courtyard can write better than me.

I'm not convinced when you say that."

The old lady flattened her mouth, who cares if you are convinced or not, anyway, she won't let you write it.

As for why she didn't say that Hu Meizhong wrote well, it was because the old lady was afraid that she would be troubled in the future.

Hu Meizhong refuses if he doesn't understand, in case he comes to Hu Meizhong to write, and it's free, and he doesn't give peanuts and melon seeds.

He Yuzhu has no problem, he can handle it.

"What are you talking about, eldest grandson, let's go, he wrote it...... It's not pretty." The old lady pursed her lips and turned to leave, giving full play to her disdain.

Yan Bugui was speechless for a while, yes, he couldn't listen to it here.

I don't know if this old lady is really deaf or falsely deaf.

If you don't hear it, you can't hear it.

He Yuzhu smiled, stepped forward and took out two hawthorn pieces from his pocket, like small tofu pieces, and put them in front of Yan Bugui.

"You're busy, I'll bother you here.

I'll just write two words and paste them myself."

Yan Bugui looked at the hawthorn cake and immediately smiled: "Okay, you kid still have a conscience.

Yes, if necessary, speak a word."

"Cheng, then let's go home first."

When the group returned home, He Yuzhu emptied the table, prepared to put on red paper, pen and ink, and waved his hand.

"Please, ma'am."

Hu Meizhong was amused by him and smiled, held his slightly bulging belly, picked up the brush, and looked down to think about it.

"What are you writing about?"

"Wind and rain send spring back, and snow welcomes spring."

The easiest way, this is the most appropriate.

Hu Meizhong smiled, pointed to his man, bowed his head and wrote two couplets.

Horizontal batch: red sun and rising sun.

"Okay, that's a good job!"

"My granddaughter-in-law is writing well, look at what is written......

Anyway, it's good, and my old lady can't see what's good, but it's very beautiful anyway......

"Haha......"