When they saw their second aunt preparing to cook, Zhang and his party took their sister home.
In the past, as long as the second uncle's family came back, Zhang Yixing and his sister would come here to eat basically every day.
First, the second uncle and second aunt would try their best to invite and persuade them to stay.
Secondly, the food at my second uncle’s house is sumptuous and delicious.
Besides, it’s a family!
Not anymore!
In Zhang Yixing's memory, many years later his mother and his second aunt would have a heartbreaking quarrel.
In that quarrel, the brother and sister's behavior as children was that they were worthless and lacked tutoring, which would become one of the reasons for the second aunt to attack their mother.
Although both families eventually reconciled.
But if you say it out loud, it will leave traces in people's hearts.
Being dragged home by her brother, Zhang Xiuxiu was obviously depressed.
Zhang Yixing was also quite helpless about this. Things that obviously didn't happen happened, but they really happened to him.
"You can't have meals at other people's homes from now on, that's useless!"
"Not even the second uncle's house?"
"Not even my second uncle's family! Not anyone else's family!"
Zhang Xiuxiu looked at her brother's serious look and agreed with a pursed lips.
In the past, Zhang Xiuxiu was most afraid of her father being angry, but now she is most afraid of her brother being angry. She always feels that her brother is as scary as an adult when he is angry.
After a busy morning, the house was finally cleaned thoroughly.
Although in Zhang Yihang's eyes, no matter how much he cleans the house, it will just look like that!
But after cleaning the house, I still feel a bit like a new year.
Because the brick kiln factory is out of business, Zhang Guangzong is also at home now.
The couple moved all the furniture in the yard back to the house, and then started preparing some fried goods for the New Year.
Fried meatballs, fried lotus root boxes, fried carp.
At least half of the pot must be fried every year.
Meatballs are the most fried because white radish is cheap.
As for the lotus root box, just fry a few plates.
Only two pieces of the whole fish are fried, and they are used as offerings during the Chinese New Year.
In addition, a rooster must be killed and presented as an offering.
So the big rooster in the henhouse, who is usually the most arrogant, is out of luck.
Zhang Guangzong caught the rooster from the chicken coop and wiped its neck neatly.
Then the rooster was thrown into the yard, with blood spurting from its neck. It flew around for a while and then lay motionless on the ground.
Zhang Guangzong threw the still-breathing rooster into an iron basin filled with boiling water and plucked the rooster's feathers directly with the boiling water.
At first, the rooster would flutter a few times, but when all its feathers were plucked, it became motionless.
Xiaobai was waiting next to the iron basin, and some of the rooster's internal organs became its delicacies.
Zhang Xiuxiu squatted nearby and looked at the opened chicken crop and the golden chicken fat. She also pointed at the white chicken kidneys and shouted that there were eggs and eggs.
There were scattered sounds of firecrackers from all over the village, mixed with the shouts of children.
Zhang and his party were bored watching the killing of chickens when they suddenly heard loud cries coming from the street.
The voice sounds like Zhang Xiaohu.
Zhang Yi Xing came back to his senses instantly. He remembered something and quickly grabbed his sister, "Let's go and watch the fun!"
The brother and sister hurriedly ran to the street and saw Zhang Xiaohu running towards this side, crying as he ran:
"Mom! I'm wrong! I'm wrong!"
A fat woman was chasing after him with a broom, cursing her while chasing her. She was Zhang Xiaohu's mother.
Because there was too much movement, many people quickly gathered on the street.
Everyone watched the excitement together, and no one tried to dissuade them.
It's just spanking the child, it's normal.
Isn’t there a saying?
Beating a child on a rainy day is just idle time.
Through the woman's cursing voice, everyone finally figured out the reason.
Zhang Xiaohu set off firecrackers at home and threw a large thunderbolt into the manure pit.
Not only did it frighten the pigs in the pig pen, but it also frightened the mother who was squatting on the toilet!
"It's time to hit!"
"Qiu Ju, catch me and beat her hard!"
"Hahaha!"
Zhang Xiaohu was finally caught.
Huang Qiuju caught Zhang Xiaohu, swung the broom high to the ground, and put it firmly on Zhang Xiaohu's butt.
Fortunately, he wore thick clothes in winter, otherwise Zhang Xiaohu would probably have a butt blossom in that posture.
Brother Zhang and his sister were standing a few meters away from Zhang Xiaohu, squatting and watching Lehe.
The children all around were laughing non-stop.
I once missed this scenery, but I heard other children talk about it afterwards. For this reason, Zhang Yixing felt quite regretful.
Now seeing it with his own eyes, Zhang and his party were laughing so hard that they could hardly breathe.
The shit-exploding boy Zhang Xiaohu cried with snot and tears.
He suddenly retched twice: Mommy smells a little bit!
By nightfall, a pot of fried goods was ready.
Because the family has an extra income, they fried more lotus root boxes this year than in previous years.
There is no need to cook dinner. Just eating croquettes will make the whole family full.
At seven or eight o'clock, neighbors came to the door one after another, not to visit, but to inquire about debts.
Fortunately, they were all neighbors. Apart from their poor families, Zhang Guangzong and Li Hongyu had a good reputation in the village, so no one pressed too hard.
The family also had some income this year. Li Hongyu took out more than 200 yuan saved from the closet and paid back a little bit with two creditors who were pressing for money.
After ten o'clock in the evening, no one finally came to the door, so Li Hongyu closed the door.
Under the light, next to the big table, Li Hongyu took out his account book and made two entries, and then complained to Zhang Guangzong as usual.
Zhang Guangzong didn't speak, he just smoked.
After closing the accounting book, Li Hongyu touched Zhang Yixin's head and said apologetically:
"Okay, mom will remember all the money you earn. When you grow up, mom will pay it back to you!"
Zhang Yixing chuckled, raised his head and said, "Mom, I will make a lot of money in the future, tens of thousands!"
Li Hongyu burst out laughing after hearing this, but she didn't take it seriously. She just followed her son and said, "Okay, tens of thousands!"
Li Hongyu took the accounting book and went to the closet.
Zhang Yixing continued to read the call for submissions for a poetry magazine in his hand.
The poetry magazine is called "Children's Poetry Magazine", a publication of a BJ magazine, which mainly publishes poetry for children.
The theme of this issue’s call for papers is: Hello, 1997.
Zhang and his party looked at the call for papers for more than half an hour.
After accumulating and publishing more than 20 primary school students' articles, Zhang Yixing's writing level has begun to consciously transition towards the level of senior students.
Moreover, after reading many children's magazines, Zhang and his party found that they had a glimpse of the "heroes of the world".
His childhood growth experience and the late maturity of his peers around him made him think that all children of this era should be similar.
Until he discovered that some of the works in the magazine were written by children in kindergarten, first and second grade, and some of them were already at the advanced writing level.
Those are children from big cities. Good early education awareness and rich educational resources allow these children to grow up early.
Zhang Yixing may be very prominent in the small town, but in the whole country, what he does is not conspicuous!
So why are you hesitating?
Finally, he spread out the letter paper and began to write:
"Meet in 1997"
open mind
Peel off the shyness of spring
dance steps whirlwind
Breaking the silence of winter
Warmth and affectionate greetings
The drizzle bathed in yesterday’s exciting moment
You greet me with warm eyes
Welcome the joy I brought from yesterday
Come on, come on, let’s meet in 97
Come on, come on, let’s meet in 97
Meet under the silver moonlight
Meet in the warm sunshine
Come on, come on, let’s meet in 97
Come on, come on, let’s meet in 1997
Meet in the sweet spring breeze
Meet the eternal youth
Hearts meet, hearts meet
Meet year after year
No matter how far away we are
…
At this point, Zhang stopped writing.
This was originally the lyrics of the song "Meet in 1998". Zhang and his party planned to publish it as a poem. Except for some adjustments and deletion of the second half, the work remained basically unchanged.
He knew that this song appeared in the Spring Festival Gala in 1998, but he didn't know when the lyrics appeared. It must have been earlier than the Spring Festival Gala.
But no matter how early it is, it will not be earlier than 1997.
Throwing out this "poem" is just a casual move.
He skillfully took the envelope, stuffed the manuscript inside, sealed it, wrote the addressee and sender, and affixed a stamp.
Send the letter after the new year.
As for whether this "poem" can turn a corner and embark on the correct historical track, it depends on God's will!
