Rebirth 1984 Wife and children are on the hot bed

The sun was setting, the breeze was blowing, and the cicadas that had been chirping all day were no longer so loud.

Xu Dahai turned around and found that the person coming was Han Shiqiang, a junior high school classmate.

The latter injured his leg in the mountains some time ago and was almost killed by a lynx. He didn't expect to be able to jump around again now.

"Shiqiang, are your legs so nimble?"

Xu Dahai opened the fence door with a smile and dispersed the jumping dogs.

"Yes, the bones are not broken. It will be fine after a few days of rest."

Han Shiqiang lifted his legs and got out of the car, pushing the 28-inch bar into the courtyard and talking with a smile:

"Hey, your yard is really big! It's probably as big as two of my yards."

"The house was built late, so everyone started to build a big yard. Did you see the yard of the neighbor's house to the west? His yard is also very big, and he has planted more than an acre of corn."

Xu Dahai saw a big bulging cloth bag hanging on the handlebar, with the lid of a liquor bottle exposed.

"Come just come, why don't you buy some wine?"

"I didn't buy it. This was brought directly from my house. Come over here and let's drink together."

He brought the big cloth bag into the house and unwrapped it. It turned out that in addition to wine, there was a cigarette, two roast chickens wrapped in oil paper, and several kilograms of biscuits.

He was grateful to Xu Dahai for saving his life before.

Han Shiqiang's family background is not very good, and Xu Dahai doesn't care about his things, so naturally he doesn't think he brings too little.

night.

Mom’s courtyard.

Dad Xu Houtian, second uncle, third uncle, Xu Dahai, Han Shiqiang, Xu Hu and others directly set up two tables.

Drink, eat, chat.

The atmosphere was lively and relaxed, and it wasn't until after nine o'clock at night that everyone dispersed.

Xu Dahai took Han Shiqiang back to his courtyard. As soon as his buttocks touched the chair, Rong Chenglin came over with some letter paper.

"Xiao Hai, please help me see if I can write like this?"

"Let me take a look."

Xu Dahai took the letter and found that it was still "Long Lao Er vs. Female Ghost". In Rong Chenglin's writing - Long Lao Er was a vicious and cunning, deeply wealthy, extremely lustful leader of a tomb robbing gang who regarded wealth as life.

One day while digging an ancient tomb, a female ghost was dug out. From then on, cause and effect became entangled, and the female ghost kept chasing him.

The female ghost is only half a body, and her appearance is indeed terrifying. She is ferocious and a little stupid at the same time.

"Brother Cheng Lin, you don't have to deliberately write a novel in a literary way.

Don't blame me for speaking outright. I don't have the skills to speak out. I use some words incorrectly. I might as well not use them at all.

Just use vernacular. After writing it, print it and place it on a stall. It will be thrilling and exciting and people will like to read it. "

Xu Dahai returned a dozen pages of letter paper to Rong Chenglin.

"Ah? Is that possible?"

Rong Chenglin scratched his head, still unsure. He always believed that those who could publish books were those with great ability and great knowledge.

Subconsciously, I still feel that I need to write the sentences in the book in a sophisticated way - to appear knowledgeable.

"Listen to me, you're right! Let me tell you something, if you write it like this now, you can print it out and put it on the street stalls. If you just change it, the sales may be better."

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Rong Chenglin was very happy, carefully arranged the letter paper, folded it in half, and left.

Han Shiqiang looked a little dumbfounded and murmured: "Xu Dahai, there are many talented people in your village! Is there anyone who wants to publish a book??"

"Ahem, it's just a hobby. He writes for fun, and he doesn't point to this line of work to make a living. You can write if you want."

"Ahem, let's forget it. I'm just a rough guy. I only know how to farm crops. I don't have that much knowledge.

Look at the calluses on my hands, shovels, hoes, axes, rakes... all these things, let's forget about the pen. "

Han Shi shrank back and shook his head repeatedly.

Xu Dahai poured the brewed black tea into the cup, and the steam rose slowly.

Passing a glass to Han Shiqiang, the latter quickly took it with both hands.

"If you go to a few more book stalls, squat down, and look through the poorly written books, you will understand a sentence."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's fine if I go up to you."

"Hahaha~" Han Shiqiang laughed instantly, his front teeth were huge, and Xu Dahai also laughed.

The loud laughter woke up the sleeping fat cat.

"Meow~"

After stretching a lot, he jumped off the kang happily, then jumped onto Xu Dahai's lap, rubbed his hand with his fat face, and asked him to scratch his chin.

Have a good night's sleep.

The next morning, after breakfast, Han Shiqiang also helped Han Shiqiang to work. Xu Dahai felt that his leg injury was fine and advised him to rest more, but the latter said:

"I came to Xujiatun and pedaled on the 28-meter pole all the way. Isn't it okay? Besides, you can wipe the walls with your hands, not your legs!"

After saying that, without waiting for Xu Dahai to reply, he happily picked up his tools and went to wipe the wall.

Xu Dahai shook his head with a smile and went to work with everyone.

Time passed and it was approaching noon.

The cicadas are chirping and the sun is so hot that it makes people unable to open their eyes.

Xu Dahai came down from the shelf, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and weighed the thermos, and found that there was no water.

"I'll go to the front yard to get a bottle of water!"

Before he could finish his words, suddenly, on the dirt road to the east, two cars drove up suddenly, causing dust to fly.

On both sides of the dirt road were fields of corn and beans, and dust finally stuck to the leaves of the crops.

Dark green coat, grass green police uniform - they are police officers.

The two vehicles stopped quickly, and seven or eight police officers got out of the car without saying anything, drew their guns, bent down, and ran into Tuen'er from the north. They all quickly disappeared from sight.

The villagers who were working stopped what they were doing for a moment, their faces full of confusion as they didn't know what was happening.

Xu Dahai has good hearing, and he vaguely heard the leading captain-level figure say:

"The spy reports that he is at home, so be quick!"

The breeze blew and the leaves rustled. Han Shiqiang muttered:

"Who are you trying to catch?"

"I don't know. Who in our village has committed a crime?"

"We'll find out later. Should we say it or not, these two chariots are quite beautiful. Let's carry the chariots into the corn field and hide them. We can ride them for fun in the future."

Xu Hu's eyes were shining when he looked at Wanzi. He came closer and touched here and there.

Xu Dahai laughed:

"Stop talking nonsense, the police are investigating the case, and when they turn around they find that the chariot they were riding on has been stolen. What's that?"

Wanzi - also called "Biansanlun", three-bouncer, with a bucket on the right side of the motorcycle.

The ones that Chinese people are familiar with may still be the little devil's gangster in movies and TV dramas, which mounts a machine gun in the carriage, or sits with a colonel holding a bayonet.

But in fact, before cars were popularized, policemen in various places mostly rode chariots - they could carry many people, were fast, and were cheaper than cars.

After a few jokes and guessing that the police had caught someone, everyone went into the village to have a look.

Everyone, be smart and don't get close during the battle. If you are accidentally injured by a stray bullet, there will be no excuses.