Go back to 1980 and enjoy it

Early the next morning.

After Deng Shirong got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, he said hello to his eldest daughter who was cooking, and then walked towards the brigade, intending to buy some pork to fry for his children.

Bangjie's brigade was located in Naye Village, just over a hundred meters away from Deng Shirong's home, so within two minutes he arrived at the pork stall next to the brigade's supply and marketing department.

The stall selling pork was a middle-aged man about the same age as Deng Shirong. His name was Deng Changwu. He was from Yangdipo Village, which is connected to Naye Village. He was also a famous butcher in Shangxiaersan Village.

"Jiu Gong, it's so early!" Seeing Deng Shirong approaching, Deng Changwu greeted him quickly.

Deng Shirong hummed and asked, "How much does pork cost per pound now?"

Deng Changwu said: "Nine cents and eight pounds per catty."

Deng Shirong nodded when he heard this. In his impression, the price of pork at this time was indeed not more than one yuan per catty. It would not rise until the end of next year to one yuan and ten cents per catty, and this price has lasted for several years. Change.

Of course, the price of pork generally refers to the market price. As for the national price of pork, the supply and marketing cooperative only sells it for sixty-seven pounds, but you need meat stamps to buy it. The people who supply it are working people, and ordinary rural people People don’t have the conditions to eat pork with national price tags.

"Cut me two pounds."

"OK."

Deng Changwu responded, then cut off a half-fat and lean piece of pork based on experience, weighed it, and said: "Jiu Gong, two kilograms is a little more, which is exactly two yuan."

Deng Shirong hummed again, then took out two dollars and handed it over.

Deng Changwu collected the money, took out a bamboo stick from the side and twisted it in the middle. He passed the sharpened end through the pork, then twisted the two ends of the bamboo stick, and then crossed it across to form a triangle.

Then he handed the pork to Deng Shirong and asked with a smile: "Jiu Gong, I heard that you and Uncle Yungui jointly contracted out the team's vat kiln?"

Deng Shirong took the pork and nodded: "Well, the contract has been awarded. Once the production team finishes cutting the crops, we will prepare to officially start work."

Deng Changwu said enviously: "With Jiugong's skills in making large vats, your business will definitely be prosperous."

Deng Shirong waved his hand and said: "I am old and my physical strength is not as good as that of young people. I don't plan to continue making big tanks. Let my family Yuntai and my apprentice do it. Whether we can make money depends on fate!"

Deng Changwu said in surprise: "Jiu Gong, haven't you always been in good health? Besides, no one in the entire brigade can compare with you in your vat craftsmanship. Now that you have contracted the vat kiln, it is the time to show off your talents. Why did you just give up?"

Deng Shirong said half-jokingly: "I have been working hard for half my life. Now that my eldest son and his apprentice have graduated, I can just let them young people do it. I am going to change my career to do some light work to spend my old age!"

Deng Changwu couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He naturally didn't believe Jiu Gong's statement. In this day and age, who in their forties is ready to spend their old age in peace? They all work until the day they can no longer work. .

Next, the two chatted casually for a while, and when they saw someone coming to buy pork, Deng Shirong took his two kilograms of pork home.

When Deng Shirong returned home, the three brothers Yunsong, Yunhua, and Yunheng had just finished washing up. When they saw the piece of pork in their father's hand, the three brothers' eyes lit up and saliva flowed out of the corners of their mouths. .

When Deng Shirong saw this, he laughed and scolded: "Look at how useless you are, wipe your saliva quickly and go to school. You will have something to eat when you come back from school."

The three brothers laughed, wiped their saliva with their sleeves, and went to school in excitement.

In today's prosperous world, rural children do not eat breakfast when they go to school in the morning. They attend two classes at school and do not come back from school until nine in the morning to have breakfast.

This time lasts for more than an hour. I go back to school at about 10 o'clock in the morning to continue classes, and then attend two more classes until I come back from school for lunch at 12 noon.

"Dad, how are you going to cook this pork?" After her brothers went to school, Deng Yunzhen took the pork from her father and asked.

Deng Shirong said: "Stir-fry the yellow ones, this one is more fragrant."

The so-called yellow stir-fry is a unique local saying, which is to wash the pork and cook it in a pot as a whole. After the pork is cooked thoroughly, it is picked up and cut into slices, and then stir-fried with commercial water.

Deng Yunzhen nodded and said: "Okay, I understand!"

The eldest daughter did all the preparations. Deng Shirong, who had nothing to do, picked up the hookah, walked to the longan tree at the door of his house, sat on a small bench and started smoking.

While smoking, he looked at his house.

His house, like other houses in the village, is a mud-brick house.

The mud-brick house is a unique building in the Guangdong and Guangxi regions. It dates back to the Tang Dynasty, when the Baiyue people bid farewell to the stilt-style nest dwellings. It has a history of thousands of years.

Although we have entered the 1980s, 99% of rural families in Guangdong and Guangxi still live in this kind of mud-brick houses.

The architectural layout of Deng Shirong's house is like this. Entering from the main door, there is a transparent living room with a wing on the left and right sides.

Moving forward from the living room is the most common patio in mud brick houses.

On both sides of the patio are two rooms that are much smaller than the wing rooms. They are currently used for living. If the sons get married and separate, these two small rooms can be converted into two kitchens at any time.

Going up the patio is the main room of the mud-brick house, where Deng Shirong lived.

There is a main door in the main house. When you open the door, you will find a hall, which is usually used to store rice, grains and various sundries. On the left is Deng Shirong's room, and on the right is the kitchen in use at home.

Of course, although the kitchen and the main house are connected, they are not connected. Instead, they have separate kitchen doors.

This kind of building was considered to be in good condition for other families in the village, but Deng Shirong, who had lived in the beautiful houses of later generations, looked down upon such simple mud-brick houses.

Therefore, the house must be built, and it must be completed as soon as possible.

On the one hand, Deng Shirong no longer wants to endure the torture of squatting in a large bed. On the other hand, his eldest son is turning 20 this year. He needs to build a new house as soon as possible, and then find a virtuous and virtuous man for his eldest son. Wife is back.

Thinking of this, Deng Shirong silently set a short-term goal for himself. Even though his current total property is only more than 64 yuan, he still plans to build a new house this year.

As for whether it can be done, Deng Shirong is not sure yet, but in order to achieve this "great" goal, he will definitely try his best.

If Deng Shirong really does it, then to borrow a popular saying from his eldest grandson in his previous life: he will become the most handsome boy in the village.