A Rural Life in the 70s

In the early morning of the winter, there is no wind, but it is cold and chilly. In the hutong, there are already people who have got up early, and they are all wrapped up in a round and thick manner. They are all shrinking their necks and copying their hands. They are in a hurry, and they can't go to the destination one step at a time.

Tianguang Weixi, the kitchen lighting seems to be dim a lot, and let the light dim and there is a group of white mist floating in the stove on the stove, a little kitchen swaying like a fairy land.

Soy milk is cooked in a pot, even if the population is large today, it is definitely not enough. Xiaoqiu went to the jar and grabbed a piece of gypsum. It was finely ground into a powder in a stone pot. After adding a proper amount of water, it was ready for use. The hot soy milk was poured from the pot in a thick-walled porcelain pot. Then, while hot, pour the prepared gypsum water into the pot. With stirring, the soy milk begins to solidify at a rate visible to the naked eye. Xiaoqiu promptly lifted the stirring shovel and placed the lid to rest.

Looking up, I saw Liao Chen squatting in the cleaned bucket. Even if he had just come down from the well, his cheeks were hot and red. Looking closely, he could still find a layer of fine sweat on his horn. More and more looks like jade, black and red lips, very beautiful.

Xiaoqiu loves clean, no matter whether it is winter or summer, but when he is busy in the kitchen, his hands must be cleaned, and he is used to preparing a small towel. Although it is old, it is cleaned by her, and there is no oil. Taste.

Seeing Liao Chen’s horns seeing sweat, she took her little towel to wipe him sweat, and rushed him into the room to change shirts: “Winter sweating is the most vulnerable to cold, Liao Chen brother is going to change a clean shirt... Oh, take a hot water and wipe it, and change your clothes to be comfortable!"

These things, Xiaoqiu is used to it, in her eyes, up to the 50-year-old Zheng Qiushi, down to Wu Ge Qin, two boys, are self-family, she cares about them just like caring for parents and brothers, It’s all from the heart, not a little bit unnatural. In Liao Chen’s heart, at a young age, I have tasted the cold eyes of the world, and even malicious insults and snoring. Even if my father, Liao Kai, lives together, Liao Kai is a man after all, and he is not accustomed to being considerate in the details of life. Caring... And, in front of this little girl, it seems that from the beginning of the understanding, it is always warm and kind, cares and cares for him. From the beginning with a bit of politeness, to the familiarity of today, it’s really different. .

A person who has not gone through the cold can't understand his desire for warmth; without a lonely and helpless person, there is no way to believe that he is a big man, and he will rely on a little girl in his heart... Like a child attached to a mother, like a younger brother trusting a long sister, it is more like a close relative, relying on each other to support each other...

Liao Chen took the kettle and smiled and promised to go out. Xiaoqiu turned back and washed his hand in the corner to find a towel. Only then did he remember that the towel was taken away by Liao Chen.

She smiled and shook her head, rubbing the water in her hand, and tidying up the little ingredients of the tofu brain.

Song Xiucheng only got up at this moment. While walking into the kitchen with a cotton quilt button, he saw half a pot of steaming soy milk and smiled. "You want to go home and think about it?"

"People are good children who love labor!" Xiaoqiu exaggeratedly placed a niece model of the chin. After finishing his own feelings, he felt bad, and squinted while holding his arms. Forget it, she is more suitable to be a housekeeper, a woman, and a little princess who can't do it for two generations!

She made a fuss about this, and she laughed at Song Xiucheng, and Wu Ge and Qin Hao, who came to the kitchen door late, also looked at the ghost expression... What did they see? Fortunately, fortunately, it’s just that Xiaoqiu’s blame, if it’s so dry every day... Khan, the scene is too alarming, they still don’t think about it.

Song Xiucheng turned around and turned around and arranged for the two children to work: "Go to the street to buy breakfast... fritters, oil cakes, cokes, fire, no matter what, it is enough to eat these people."

Xiaoqiu added in the back: "I made a tofu brain, even if the meat is burning, it is too salty to eat the bean curd."

Wu Geqin’s eyes had not been opened yet, and he had to accept the task. He took a basket and went out to buy it earlier.

Liu Fangfang came out of the room with a slight red face. When Song Xiucheng and Xiaoqiu were cleaning up in the kitchen, they were very embarrassed: the big guys started, and she started the latest, even though she didn’t look at her mother, although no one disliked it. She, she also feels blushing.

However, Xiaoqiu was very eye-catching. When she saw her coming in, she wiped her hand and went out: "The rest of the work was handed over to Xiaoyan and Fangfang, and I went to wash it."

After she said this, Liu Fangfang discovered that Xiaoqiu's hair was loosely tied around her head and tied with rubber bands. At first glance, she didn't even comb her hair. Looking at the soy milk bean curd in the pot, she probably guessed that Xiaoqiu was afraid of disturbing other people to sleep, and this was not cleaned.

She quickly picked up a kettle and handed it to Xiaoqiu. "You go, let me leave the rest... just fine with you."

The results of a busy morning have been unanimously recognized. Qin Yu and Wu Ge repeatedly praised, saying that the tofu brain and soy milk sold by the street are much better. Liu Fangfang also blushes a few words, secretly looked at no one noticed that she was late, and this was a secret sigh of relief.

Liao Chen did not boast, only smiled at Xiaoqiu slightly, listened to her own judgment on the work, and smiled and said: "You will see me work, I do not know that heavy work is not my job. ”

Wu Ge Qin Yu’s eyes fell on Song Xiucheng’s body. Song Xiucheng shook his head again and again: “I’m doing it when I got up. Not me!”

This time, the answer has become clear...

Wu Ge still looked at Liao Chen with a look of disbelief: "Chen brother, when you started, obviously I slept outside, I didn't notice it..."

Liao Chen looked at him and laughed and said nothing, only to see Wu Ge himself wilting: "I will not drink so much in the future, they are drinking something wrong..."

Zheng Qiushi loves to fight this kid and smiles and says: "As you are, I still want to go to the front line, sleep and die, the shells are not around!"

"I won't!" Wu Ge was anxious, and quickly made a distinction for himself. "I just drank the wine last night... I didn't drink, I was very alert when I slept, and I wouldn't sleep. This thing, the blind man knows, in the company. Pulling the emergency collection in the middle of the night, I always rushed out, which is stronger than most veterans."