Xu Qiang vomited at the door, breathing in a big gulp of fresh cold air, trying to soothe his knotted stomach.

The cold air poured into his body, and his body trembled and couldn't stand steadily, and he turned around and entered Xu Damao's house to warm up.

"Hoo ......"

I took a deep breath and gave myself a little mental construction, and then I went back to my room.

There was a dead mouse in the middle of the bed, and there were several newborn mice under the dead mouse, I don't know when they died, and Xu Qiang, who was stinking from his face, held his breath directly.

He took a broom and a dustpan and put the neat and reunited rat family into a bag, and the mouth was tight, and he didn't care about the cold wind when he left the yard and was about to throw it into the public toilet.

In these years, the public toilets were built in the alleys and managed in a unified manner, and every household used a spittoon to sleep at night.

It's already dark, this point, this day, everyone is at home with cats, those who have a radio listen to the radio and have children to play, and those who confiscate the sound machine have children to play.

There is no way, in the era of lack of entertainment, every family has no other projects except for having children.

As soon as Xu Qiang approached the door of the public toilet, he heard that something was wrong inside.

In those days, the public toilets were all stone wall panels separated by a squatting pit, and below was a large open manure pit.

If there are those old men who are not exquisite, bury their heads in the squatting pit and look over, they can also see the white belly of the women's toilet next door.

Don't ask Xu Qiang why he knows, if he asks, he has seen it.

The manure pits are generally square, at least one meter high, so even if you poke your head down, you won't get much gold.

He quietly entered the men's bathroom, squatted down in the first squat pit near the door, and listened to the movement inside.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, ahh

After listening to it for a long time, I summarized it, basically these three sounds, fortunately he is an adult, otherwise this movement will stimulate his pure heart too much.

It was so dark that he couldn't see who the people inside were, but Xu Qiang didn't look at it, so he squatted and listened to the excitement.

I have to say that the old men in these years are all hard work and strong bodies, and this durability is not comparable to those wine bags and rice bags in later generations.

Xu Qiang squatted for a while, feeling that his feet were numb and he didn't obey the call, his ears and nose were also frozen and unconscious, and the matter was over.

Soon, a man and a woman walked out, and they heard the woman ask: "Are you sure you are taking a ticket for half a catty of fine grain?" ”

Xu Qiang's body was shocked, this voice was too familiar to him: Qin Huairu, a pretty widow.

"Sister Qin, don't you know what kind of person I am? How have you ever been fooled? ”

This man, he is more familiar with, not his brother Xu Damao, who likes to eat chicken, who else can it be?

In these years, as long as you buy things, you will need tickets, food tickets, cloth tickets, meat tickets, cigarette tickets, wine tickets, candy tickets, soap tickets, bicycle tickets, radio tickets, watch tickets, industrial tickets, etc.

This kind of ticket is divided into two kinds, one is local and the other is national, and the national one is called a flying ticket.

The flight ticket is exchanged for money in the pigeon market, which is more expensive than the local general ticket, but the half-catty food ticket is exchanged for a dime in the pigeon market.

After all, a pound of white flour is only a dime, and you need a pound of fine grain tickets to buy it, and Xu Damao eats a chicken once and gives half a pound of fine grain tickets.

Tut-tut...... Brother, you're so stingy.

"Hmph, I can sue you, if you dare to lie to me, I can't spare you."

Qin Huairu snorted and took the lead out of the public toilet to go home, while Xu Damao stood at the door of the toilet and took out a safflower cigarette, took out a match and began to light a cigarette.

"Tearing", as soon as the flames lit up, Xu Damao suddenly saw a black figure squatting in the squatting pit, and suddenly shuddered, and the burning match fell to the ground:

"Who?"

"Poof", Xu Qiang first threw the bag containing the mouse family in his hand into the squatting pit, and then slowly stood up with the stone wall partition, and said casually:

"Brother, it's me, don't be afraid!"

When Xu Damao heard that it was Xu Qiang, his tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he only felt a cold wind pouring in along the door of the public toilet, and he shrank suddenly.

"Hadron, you...... When did you come? ”

Xu Damao was a little weak when he asked this, and he felt embarrassed.

Xu Qiang moved his numb and stiff legs, and said casually:

"Don't ask, listen to what you need to hear...... Oh, brother, you help me, my legs are numb and I can't walk. ”

Xu Damao stretched out his arm to support Xu Qiang a little stiffly, sneering and not knowing what to say.

Xu Qiang glanced at him, and while walking outside the public toilet, he said indifferently:

"Okay, what's so embarrassing about this, you're in your twenties, and you haven't said a daughter-in-law yet, it's easy to have problems if you hold it for a long time."

Xu Damao felt that this made sense, and began to nod his head, but soon he felt that something was wrong.

Others can say this, but Qiangzi is his younger brother, how can his younger brother say this?

"Ahem, that strong son, you see it's so cold outside, why don't you sleep at night?"

Xu Damao immediately changed the topic, he felt that it was a bit strange to talk to his brother about this topic.

Xu Qiang told him about cleaning, and then thought of making his brother's two towels and a bag of laundry detergent, so he took the opportunity to say:

"Brother, I don't have anything in the house, so I went to your house and got two towels and a bag of laundry."

"Well, it's okay, I don't have much else in the house, but there are still a few rags, you ......"

"No, I used the whitest piece on the washbasin stand, and I saw that it was a little cleaner."

Xu Damao exploded at the moment when he heard this: "That's the towel I used to wash my face!" ”

"I know, it's just that piece that looks clean, I only use it!"

Xu Qiang is serious, if you don't want to be clean, I don't need it!

Xu Damao: "...... your house that smells worse than the garbage factory, wipe it with my face towel?"

If he hadn't sprayed too much just now, he would have spurted out a mouthful of old blood by now.

It was too cold outside, mainly because the courtyard gate was going to be locked when the time came, so they went back quickly.

When passing through the middle courtyard, although the kerosene lamp of the Jia family was extinguished, Jia Zhang's scolding voice could still be heard:

"After going to the toilet for so long, I can tell you, if you dare to do something sorry for our family Dongxu, you will go back to your countryside."

Qin Huairu was just silent and didn't speak, watching as the food stamps that were not hot in her trouser pocket were taken away by her mother-in-law.

"Brother, how does it feel?"

Xu Qiang squeezed his eyebrows and looked at the window of Jia's house, Xu Damao's old face turned red, and he subconsciously nodded with satisfaction:

"Yes, don't say it, ......"

As soon as the words came out, he felt that something was wrong again, and immediately glared at Xu Qiang fiercely, shook him off and went to the backyard.

Xu Qiang smiled and didn't speak, passed the weeping flower gate and continued to go home to clean the house, and when he was about to clean up, it was already past ten o'clock.

At this time, except for the whirring wind, no other movement was heard in the courtyard.

Xu Qiang knocked on his brother Xu Damao's door and decided to stay at his brother's house for two days in the past few days to disperse the smell of the house.