"Brother, we found the sister-in-law today. The people of the Shili Brigade are too aggressive. We were discovered, so we told the sister-in-law that you asked us to come to help her... The sister-in-law did not raise any suspicion and returned the favor to the two of us. I have settled in the village primary school, and the rice porridge and white flour steamed buns I had in the morning are so delicious! It’s just that the principal of the village primary school is a bit irritable..."
"Brother, today we are clearing up the private land for the small villagers of the Shili Brigade. We have cultivated two acres of land in total. We eat corn rice balls and steamed buns in the morning, stew potatoes and beans and pancakes at noon, and eat tofu stewed in vermicelli and steamed buns in the evening... Lin Nianhe? Ah, my sister-in-law has been reading in the village school today, and she gave me and Shi Jian two eggs..."
"Brother, today we painted the blackboard for the village boy of the Shili Brigade. Now we came to town to get rags from the textile factory... I don't know who the sister-in-law is related to in the textile factory. She asked us to Did you come directly to the family home to get something...anything else? Ah, we had sorghum, rice and water rice in the morning, noodles rolled out by the principal at noon, and fish stew in the evening. Brother, I won't tell you anymore. , if you go back too late, there will only be fish bones left!"
For several days, Bai Bo had a clear understanding of Lin Nianhe's three meals a day.
Oh no, to be precise, he thought he understood Lin Nianhe's three meals a day.
Because Wu Genmao forgot to tell him that Lin Nianhe would not eat three meals with them.
Beside the phone, Bai Bo held the receiver, frowned and asked Lao San: "I remember that I didn't ask these two heartless people to work for them, right?"
The third child was also a little confused, and more worried: "Brother, how about I go there..."
"dad!"
"dad!"
Two children ran in with a smile, each holding a big red apple in his hand.
Bai Xiaojun took Zheng Shan's hand and ran to Bai Bo, passing the apple in his hand to him: "Dad, eat it."
Zheng Shan also handed over the apple: "Dad."
Bai Bo grinned, took the hands of the two little guys, took a bite of the apple in each hand, and then patted their heads: "Okay, go back and eat by yourself."
Bai Xiaojun hugged his thigh and didn't let go: "No, no, I want to ride a big horse, dad, I want to ride a big horse!"
"Hahaha, okay, okay, ride a big horse!"
Bai Bo stood up, lifted Bai Xiaojun and put him on his shoulders, letting him ride on his neck.
"Oh, oh!" Bai Xiaojun waved his hands happily, his calves kicked excitedly, and was held down by Bai Bo again.
Bai Bo pressed Bai Xiaojun's leg with one hand and held Zheng Shan's hand with the other: "Come on, let's go get the big fish back and stew the fish with pancakes tonight."
Let the heartless person talk about it, he also wants to eat fish stew.
…
In the village school of Shili Brigade, four baskets were placed in a circle on the small playground, with Principal Wu and all the female teachers sitting next to them.
They sat on a small bench, with a wooden basin placed between them. In it were some rags that could be used. The sacks at their feet contained more, all of which were too fragmentary to be used.
"Principal, is this little piece of cloth going to work before the full moon is over? What do you want it for?"
Lin Nianhe held a piece of longan-sized rag, shook it twice, and threw it into the sack.
"Hey, you little loser." Principal Wu immediately picked it up distressedly, blew off the sticky threads, and put it in the wooden basin.
She was still uneasy after saving someone, so she pulled the sack at Lin Nianhe's feet and rummaged through it again.
Lin Nianhe: "...?"
Principal Wu lowered his head to pick up rags and explained: "School is about to start soon. Hongzi and I visited a few days ago. Many children don't even have a schoolbag... No, my second sister is a textile factory. Yes, I asked her to get me some rags they didn’t want."
"You see, don't you think this cloth is all very good? If you put it together, you can sew a schoolbag for the children."
Lin Nianhe looked at the cloth in the tub, which was no bigger than a palm, and felt panicked.
Children of later generations can buy a schoolbag for one semester. They can compare brands and choose styles. Their schoolbags can be made of leather or have wheels, and they can even have locators or automatic alarms.
They will probably never see a schoolbag made of rags.
This is a good thing.
Wen Lan raised her head and glanced at the wooden basin and said, "Principal, we don't need these. I think there are about fifty students, and these cloths are too much."
"Not many, not many." Principal Wu shook his head repeatedly, "Forget it about our brigade. The children in Jiuli brigade have to walk a long way every day, and their shoes wear out quickly... The rest, I have nothing to do. I’ll make them two pairs of shoes when I’m here.”
Principal Wu didn't stop working while she was talking. There was a smile on her lips, and she didn't feel hard at all.
She said: "Oh, by the way, pick out the red cloth. I will use it."
"Hey, okay."
No one asked her what she wanted the red cloth for. They quietly picked up the rags and listened to Principal Wu tell stories about their previous high school in Lan County.
"I once took care of a student named Huo Meijuan. The girl was sixteen years old. She was thin and small, only as tall as a lotus flower. That child was very smart. She loved to read. When she was in her first year of high school, she wrote articles and was published in the market. It was published in the newspaper, and later in the provincial newspaper. I originally planned to let her go to the Workers', Peasants and Soldiers' University, but when the second year of high school started, Xiao Meijuan didn't come..."
"Sister Lin, Sister Lin?"
The shouts from outside the hospital interrupted Principal Wu's narration. Lin Nianhe turned around and saw Zhou Xu wiping sweat and waving to him outside the door of the hospital.
Lin Nianhe quickly stood up and went out to greet him: "Brother Zhou, what's wrong?"
Zhou Xu gasped and waved behind him: "Sister Lin, there is your package, sent from the provincial capital... Mom, I am so old, what did you buy?"
Lin Nianhe looked behind him and saw nothing. He suddenly became anxious: "Where is the package?"
That’s a book that’s more expensive than school!
"I, I... just happened to catch up with the commune's tractor and go to the Birch Brigade. I asked them to help deliver it. It's... right at the entrance of the village. Please quickly find a few gay men to help move it. I really can't handle it. Move." Zhou Xu wiped his sweat and panted.
"Okay, okay, wait a moment."
Lin Nianhe hurried to the backyard and shouted from a distance to the men working on the private plot: "Zhao Zhuangshi! Come and help me!"
Zhao Zhuangshi immediately threw the hoe and ran back excitedly: "What happened? Who are you doing?"
Lin Nianhe: "Move the books."
Zhao Zhuangshi suddenly lost interest and his steps slowed down.
Lin Nianhe casually threw out a pie that was very attractive to Zhao Zhuangshi: "If you don't want to go, I can find someone else. The comrade driving the tractor is still waiting outside!"
Zhao Zhuangshi ran away with a "swish" sound.
The hard work of moving books has to be done by gay men. Lin Nianhe fell a few steps behind and asked Zhou Xu in a low voice: "Is there any news from him?"
That day, Su Yuncheng sent her back to the Shili Brigade and left. There was no news for several days.
Lin Nianhe could only say to himself that at this time, no news is good news.
But I'm still worried.
Zhou Xu looked forward and chuckled: "Don't worry, sister Lin. Brother Cheng called me yesterday and let me tell you that everything is fine over there. Everything is going well and nothing happened."
Lin Nianhe glanced at him and asked, "Oh, did you call me this morning?"
Zhou Xu: "Yes."
"What time in the morning?"
"Nine, ninety o'clock?"
"Nine o'clock or ten o'clock? There's no shortage of watches at the post office, right?"
"Well……"
