Chapter 2 I Love My Home 2

As soon as his brother Zhao Wu shouted like this, Zhao Wen had to stand up and agree: "It's coming, what about the little sister, why didn't you see anyone?" ”

"I'm working, like you? I got up early in the morning and sat at the door in a daze. ”

The little sister brought out the porridge and put it on a small table in the living room, and sent a pair of white eyeballs by the way.

My sister's name is Zhao Xiaojing, 15 years old, she is in the third grade of junior high school, and she will soon graduate from junior high school and be admitted to high school.

The 15-year-old girl has grown up and began to become a big girl, about 1.6 meters tall, which was relatively tall at the time.

Tall and thin, with big eyes, melon seed face, and very white skin, their skin is relatively white, because their parents' skin is white.

The appearance is also better-looking, because the parents are not bad, they are good genes, in short, the parents are tall and thin.

Especially the old lady, who is almost 50 years old now, was also a beauty when she was young.

If there are old beauties in the family, there will naturally be little beauties, right?

Brother Zhao Wu is also more than 1.7 meters tall, and at present, their sister-in-law Zhang Cuifang is the shortest.

When his brother and Zhang Cuifang got along, he and his sister strongly objected, hoping that his brother would find someone who was more beautiful and tall to improve the genes of the next generation.

As a result, Zhao Wu snorted: "I see that you don't have a backache when you stand and talk, who doesn't want to marry a daughter-in-law like a fairy?"

The key is that our family's conditions are there, and I am only a second-level worker in a rolling mill, only more than 20 yuan a month.

Can you marry a fairy? It's good for an average woman to marry one. ”

Zhao Wu has his own plans, and although Zhang Cuifang looks average, he has a stable job and a textile factory worker.

Back then, it was also well-known, Zhao Wu himself dealt with the object, and Zhao Wen's opposition was invalid.

In this way, my sister-in-law entered the house, but it has been three or four years, and she has not added a man and a half girl to the family, which has become a heart problem for the old lady Liu Caijuan.

But he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only float his eyes to his daughter-in-law's stomach, of course, when his daughter-in-law was present.

The old lady's name is Liu Caijuan, her education is not high, she can read a few words, she is very kind, and she is also very able to understand the general situation, she has no job, she cleans up at home if she has nothing to do, and she cleans up the house and is in good order.

Although the area is not wide, when the whole family is at home, it feels like there is no place to sit except for a place to stand.

But there is an old lady to clean up, even if it is relatively narrow, but it looks clean and tidy, which gives people a little comfort.

"Mother, why is it porridge again, black bun with kimchi? How can you stand eating this stuff every day? ”

The old lady Liu Caijuan brought the kimchi to the table, and the kimchi went back to serve the buns.

Sister Zhao Xiaojing served porridge, Zhao Wu finished washing his face, went back to get the dishes and chopsticks, Zhao Wen wiped the table clean, and they were already on the table.

The family washes their faces and sits down for breakfast.

But seeing the things on the table, Zhao Wen muttered.

"I said, second brother, you think that you are the only college student in the academy, so you should be treated specially, right?

I haven't said it yet, what are you muttering? Xiaomei raised her eyebrows and said.

"He's not a college student, he's just a college student."

Zhao Wu snorted coldly, reached out and grabbed a black bun, put it to his mouth and bit it heavily, and then said:

"Fortunately, you're only a college student, and if you're an undergraduate, you won't be able to fit you at home.

You weren't like this before, why did you start picking and choosing every meal these days, can't you eat? ”

"It's not, it's just that when do you think this kind of life is the end?"

Zhao Wen took a sip of porridge and looked at the black buns and kimchi in the middle of the table in a daze.

White flour buns are made from white flour, which is made from wheat.

And the black flour bun has something else added to it, there is corn flour, and there is black bean flour, and sometimes sorghum flour.

Sorghum is a good thing, roasted wine is a good thing, but when eaten like this, in addition to being black and not slippery, the color is ugly, and there is also an astringent taste.

In short, it is not as delicious as white flour, and it is not as delicious as meat, Zhao Wen was a southerner before he crossed over, and he was used to eating rice.

In addition, every day is either fish or meat, occasionally chickens, ducks, crabs, such a well-off life.

It's really a little hard for him to eat this kind of thing suddenly, and it's no wonder that every meal is always bald.

"If you want to live a good life, you have to study hard, try to become a regular as much as possible, stay in the rolling mill hospital, if you don't have a good unit, it's good to have this kind of steamed bun to eat, and pick it every day, who do you think you are?"

After Zhao Wen finished speaking, the old lady knocked on the bowl and expressed her opinion.

"Mom is right, second brother, you're about to graduate, hurry up!"

As soon as the mother finished muttering, the little sister started again.

In their family, the two brothers Zhao Wu and Zhao Wen used to be called mothers, and the younger sister Zhao Xiaojing was called mother, and later the two brothers also changed to mother.

But sometimes it's also called Niang, mainly before it's called Shunkou, and it comes out of the mouth.

"Eat, eat, go to work after eating, daughter-in-law, I'm done, what about you?"

Zhao Wen eats relatively quickly, and he is in a hurry.

Zhang Cuifang, a daughter-in-law, eats slowly, and does things more gently, slowly and logically.

However, because she is an outsider, she thinks so herself, she talks the least at home, and she talks the most when she goes out with other girls.

Zhang Cuifang is a woman who likes to gossip, especially when she is with women of the same age, such as Qin Huairu, Lou Xiao'e and so on.

"Come on, you wait a minute." Zhang Cuifang agreed, drank the porridge in the bowl, swallowed the steamed bun in her hand, wiped her mouth, stood up and said:

"Mom, I'm going to work."

"Go ahead, tell Zhao Wu to slow down on the road."

Zhao Wu has a bicycle, and every day they go to work together in the morning and come back together in the evening, and Zhao Wu is responsible for sending his daughter-in-law to the factory gate in the morning.

After work in the evening, he was responsible for picking up at the gate of the factory, but fortunately, the two factories were not too far away, only a few minutes away.

Zhao Wen walked to work, but he didn't have a job yet, so naturally he didn't have money to buy a bicycle.

Besides, even if you have money, you don't have a ticket, and you have to ask for a ticket for everything you bought back then.

My sister Xiaojing also walks to school, but the junior high school is not far away, and it only takes half an hour to walk.

Qin Huairu's family is a stick terrier, and Xiaodang, and Zhao Xiaojing are in the same school, but they are in different classes.

The stick terrier is still in elementary school, in the second half of the year in junior high school, Xiaodang is in the third grade of primary school, Huaihua has not yet gone to school, and plays at home every day.

Brother, sister-in-law went to work, little sister also went to school, Zhao Wen didn't dare to slack off, barely ate a black bun, don't eat hungry.

There is no oil and water in the stomach, let alone not eating, but it is very full, and it is still hungry fast, alas, this day has passed.

"Mom, I'm also going to work, you eat slowly."

Zhao Wen wiped his mouth, said a word, and put a yellow cloth bag on his back when he entered the house, which was the standard configuration of the year.

Ordinary boys will carry one, and it is convenient to put some pens, ink, study utensils, and books in it.

"College students are going to work, it seems to be a little late today."

As soon as I went out, I met an aunt, who came back from outside and should go to the toilet.

Because she doesn't have a job, she is not busy at all and walks calmly.

And people who go to work, whether they ride a bicycle or walk, are more anxious in the morning, after all, they don't get up very early, and the time is very tight.

"Yes, go to work, good aunt." Zhao Wen replied sweetly.

Aunt Yi laughed happily: "This kid, you know how polite you are, you deserve to be a college student." ”