Rebirth 1984 Wife and children are on the hot bed

noon.

After eating a delicious meal of mutton and sitting for a while, everyone left Xu Dahai's house one after another.

In the end, only Rong Chenglin, Xu Hu, Xu Yeliang, and Xu Junhao were left.

"The rain stopped for a while just now.

It started to rain again, and it looks like it will probably continue until the evening. "

Xu Yeliang looked out the window. The heavy rain was pouring and the thunder was rolling with alarming force.

Xu Hu peeled and ate the pine nuts and said with a smile: "Is this the Yacao Market now? The ginseng gang in Fangshan will suffer a lot. It's hard to live in the mountains with such heavy rain."

Xu Dahai made another pot of jasmine tea, brought it into the back room, and placed it on the Kang table.

"The Shen Gang are all hiding in the ditch. As long as the ditch doesn't leak, it won't be a big deal."

While drinking tea and chatting, the atmosphere was relaxed, simple and comfortable. It wasn't until after five o'clock in the evening that everyone got up to leave.

The heavy rain has stopped, the air is moist, carrying the fragrance of earth, the rays of the setting sun are slanting down, and the small puddles in the yard are reflecting the light.

Dazzling eyes.

Rong Chenglin stepped over the threshold with one foot, then turned around and said:

"Xiao Hai, do you still have the book "Five Generations of Heroes"? I would like to borrow one to read."

"Yes, I'll get it for you."

Waiting for Xu Dahai to go to the back room to get a copy of "The Heroes of the Five Dynasties", he handed it to Rong Chenglin with a smile:

"I still have several books at home, so I'll give you this one. You can browse through it when you have nothing to do, just to pass the time."

Not many villagers in Xujiatun'er like reading. Everyone prefers listening to books, which is effortless.

When I have nothing to do, I prefer to turn on the radio and listen to storytelling by Shan Tianfang, Liu Lanfang, and Zhang Hefang.

Especially in the past few years, Zhang Hefang was invited by Tonghua Radio Station to broadcast "Hu Yang Hebing", which was well-known to everyone in Xujiatun. They listened to it so much that even children like Xiao Shitou and others could speak two paragraphs of it.

"Well, isn't Lao Wu just a restaurant owner? He hasn't even graduated from elementary school, but he can publish a book?"

Rong Chenglin touched the cover of the book, sighed slightly, and said with some emotion:

"How about I also write down the story I told about Long Lao Er and the female ghost? Save it, and you can make a book."

In the past, he thought that publishing books was a matter for great writers. He was just a peasant with his face turned to the earth and his back to the sky. How could he publish a book? I’m not afraid of making people laugh when I say it!

But everyone has a desire to compare.

Rong Chenglin thought to himself - Lao Wu, that lame old cabbage gangster, can do it, so why can't he?

There was a big commotion back then, and a storyteller with a white beard from the provincial capital was locked up in a cowshed. Rong Chenglin, who was still young, listened to the storyteller all the time, and thought he had learned a thing or two about his story.

"You can write what you want. As for street literature, when you finish writing, I will help you find a connection to see if the guy who printed Lao Wu's works can also print it for you."

"Okay, it's settled then!" Rong Chenglin was very happy, put the book in his arms and left quickly.

Street stall literature - actually emerged a few years ago, spreading from big cities and coastal areas with relatively developed economies to the inland.

By 1989, many small railway stations and bus stations in the mainland had vendors setting up stalls selling books.

There are books on martial arts, murder, romance, prose, classics, palace secret histories, beauty magazines, etc., all kinds of different, a mixed bag.

The "Five Generations of Heroes" written by Lao Wu was also sold at street stalls.

Xu Dahai still remembered that he had bought an erotic unofficial history book before. Well, he read it purely to criticize the content in it.

One of the passages says - Gou Jian is most afraid of Zhao Yun, why? Because Zhao Yun was full of courage, he couldn't taste it at all.

After Xu Dahai saw it, he felt completely bad.

……

Looking through the tube, we can see that there are so many rubbish books in street stall literature, it is simply outrageous to open the door to outrageousness - extremely outrageous.

After the sun completely sets.

brush~

The lights in the house also went out. Xu Ercai, who was in the yard next door, shouted through the stick:

"Xiao Hai, do you still have electricity at home? Is there a power outage?"

"There's no power at my house either. It must have been turned off."

Xu Dahai came out of the house door, walked west, stepped on the ridges of the vegetable patch and came to the side of the stick, chatting with Xu Ercai.

Stars appeared faintly in the sky, the night breeze was slightly cool, and the bean leaves rustled.

After a heavy rain, the ditches were full and the toads were completely happy. "Gui'er~ croak~ Gui'er~ quack~" gathered in large numbers and kept calling all night long.

Spring is here, and it's mating season.

"My family is going to plant rice seedlings tomorrow, in the field south of Liushugou. Xiaohai, when will your family plant rice seedlings?"

Xu Ercai planted some spring onions in his yard. He bent down and picked out a few big ones, eating and playing with them while talking.

South of Liushugou and east of Xu Ercai's paddy field, there is a field that originally belonged to his eldest brother Xu Dashan, but he gave the field back to his parents before.

When the field was planted, Xu Dahai also wanted to go.

"When it comes to transplanting rice seedlings, my waist hurts." Xu Dahai crossed his arms and blew in the breeze, feeling very comfortable.

A large number of vegetables are grown in the yards of both houses, and the leaves sway and rustle in the wind.

Xu Ercai's son, Xiao Doubao, took a metal flashlight and cans and bottles and searched around in the vegetable patch. After catching a cricket, he shouted excitedly.

Xu Ercai stuffed the last green onion into his mouth and said with a smile:

"Doubao'er, you are so energetic, so plant more seedlings tomorrow. If you plant more, I will plant less."

"what?"

The little bean bag instantly withered.

Xu Dahai laughed loudly, what an innocent childhood. Seeing the little bean buns, he seemed to see himself as a child.

Early the next morning, the rooster crowed loudly.

Xu Dahai took a trip to his mother's yard in the morning sun. Hearing that the rice would be planted tomorrow, he went home and rode his motorcycle to the countryside.

He hasn't had time to write his telegram yet, so he might as well make a phone call.

When I arrived at Lao Wu's restaurant, there was a long line of people waiting for breakfast at the door. The latter was leaning on the counter, dozing off little by little.

"Old Wu, why are you so sleepy? Did you spend the whole night staring at European and American girls in magazines last night?"

"Ahem, don't slander me."

Lao Wu quickly stood up, very happy for his arrival, and pulled him to explain the content of the new book.

After talking for more than half an hour and benefiting a lot, I asked him to make a phone call.

The first call was made to the "housekeeper" Lao Dian, but it was "Monkey" Wang Zhi who answered the call. The boy put the receiver aside and hurriedly ran to call Lao Dian.

The second call was to Huang Wei from the foreign trade company.

The third call was to Tian DaDa. He wanted the latter to come and take action on the ten bearskins in his hand.

"Ten bearskins? Bulls, hunting ten bears?"

"No, it was collected from an old hunter some time ago. Do you have time? Come to the Northeast."

"I'm going to Yangcheng tomorrow. Why don't you come to Yanjing? I'll ask my friend to receive you."

"I won't go. The president of the United States visited China some time ago, and in a while, the big shots from the Soviet Union will also come. I will go again in a while."

pat~

After hanging up the phone, Xu Dahai was thinking, should he sell the bearskin to Japan? The winter in Japan is also extremely cold. Being able to wear a bearskin coat is a status symbol.

or--

Will you sell it to Russia later?