The wine was drunk, the cups and plates were messy, and finally Xu Dahai finished three large bowls of meat dumplings at Lin's house in Rongcheng.

Every time you burp, the smell of dumplings comes out.

And he felt that his belt was tight.

"It's getting late. You and your family should rest early. I'm going back." After sitting for a while, Xu Dahai stood up and said goodbye.

"I'll send it to you."

Rong Chenglin, his wife, and several of their children were sent out. After watching Xu Dahai go away humming a little song, they returned to the house again.

The children slept in the west room, and the couple slept in the east room.

Rong Chenglin took out the money from his pocket, and his wife's eyes immediately lit up: "Is this money for selling wild boars? Why is it so much? Aren't wild boars worthless?"

"Xiaohai Luziguang, the owner of a restaurant in the village he found. He spent some money on cooked food and still has 95 yuan left."

"Okay, give it all to me. You can't keep any money on you, or else you'll finish building it accidentally."

"No, just give me a few dollars to put in my pocket." Rong Chenglin said pitifully. Of course, the other party wouldn't give it.

But what made Rong Chenglin relieved was that his wife did not ask how much the wild boar was sold for.

If the other party knew that he had returned the more than 80 yuan he had received to Xu Dahai, he would probably call him stupid again.

"Since wild boars are so profitable, why don't you go hunting with Xu Dahai? It doesn't matter if your marksmanship is bad. Xu Dahai's marksmanship is good. If you follow him, you won't have to worry about not being able to shoot wild boars."

"Yes, that's what I thought. That's why I invited Xu Dahai today. Without him, our family wouldn't be able to earn more than 90 yuan."

90 yuan is quite a lot in rural areas in this era, and it is no problem to live a good year.

The night passed.

Xu Dahai didn't think about it the next morning. He felt very comfortable lying in the warm quilt.

He slept until about 9 o'clock in the morning before getting up. The little girl kept calling him: "Big lazy idiot."

In the afternoon, my mother came over and brought over a bag of cooked sesame seeds. She said she could sprinkle some on them if she wanted to make pancakes.

After chatting for a while, my mother talked about selling pigs again. She said that since she couldn’t eat that much, she might as well just sell one. The price of pork was quite expensive a year ago.

"What price does Xu Youcheng offer?"

"Four yuan and eight pounds."

"The price is definitely not high, so let me go to the street and ask."

There was no further delay. It gets dark very early in winter, and the sun was about to set.

After putting on his cotton-padded jacket, the scarf Wang Xiuxiu knitted for him, and his hat, Xu Dahai rode a [-]-meter pole and went to the countryside.

Old Wu from the village had bought several big white pigs from other places before, but he would not take them this year, but he did mention Park Xiucheng to Xu Dahai.

"Park Soo-sung is collecting pigs?"

"Yeah, I've had it for a while. You should go find him and ask."

After bidding farewell to Lao Wu, Xu Dahai rode on the [-]th pole with one leg and left, the wheels making a creaking sound as they ran over the snow.

The afterglow of the setting sun spread down, dyeing the snow, the walls on the street, and the eaves with a layer of pale gold.

Lao Wu walked lamely into the house and muttered: "Didn't Xu Dahai make a lot of money by selling red ginseng? Why is he still selling pigs now? I don't understand."

……

Park Xiucheng's family lives in the countryside, but it's just close to the edge. The house is small and dilapidated. Although they eat commercial food, it feels like they are not as good as in the countryside.

I haven't been here for many years. It has been demolished a long time ago, and even some small alleys and streets have been changed.

In the end, Xu Dahai searched and asked, and finally found Park Xiucheng's home.

His grandma was the only one at home. She was on crutches, had gray hair, and her ears were not working properly.

After some strenuous exchanges, Xu Dahai finally figured out that Park Xiucheng had gone to the city to sell pigs and would not be back for another day or two.

"Child, please leave a note. Write down who you are and what you have to do with Xiao Cheng. I will show it to him when he comes back."

The old lady had a kind face and was talking nonchalantly, then pointed to her own head:

"As I get older, my brain doesn't work very well and my memory is not good. When the time comes, I won't be able to retell it clearly to him."

The old lady's words were very pertinent. Xu Dahai thought about it, found a pencil stub at her house, tore off a calendar card and wrote down his identity and purpose of visit.

when it is time to leave.

He had already left the house before he remembered that he didn't bring any gifts when he came to his classmate's house. Besides, there were elderly people at Park Xiucheng's house, which was a bit abrupt.

He went to the nearby canteen again.

There are indeed more types of goods here than in the village, including malted milk powder produced in Jinmen - 8 yuan for a bag.

After thinking about it, Xu Dahai still reluctantly bought malted milk. It was just an ordinary visit, so there was no need to give too expensive gifts.

Finally, I bought two bottles of canned food and two kilograms of rice cakes.

When he came back again and came to Pu Xiucheng's house with his things, the old lady was confused for a moment, but she decided not to accept the things after she figured out the purpose of Xu Dahai's visit.

Xu Dahai put down his things and ran away.

"What a good boy. How can Xiao Cheng make friends like this when he is just fooling around outside?" The old lady muttered to herself as she wiped away a cloudy tear from the corner of her eye.

Three days passed in a flash.

The time has also entered the twelfth lunar month of 1984, and the sound of firecrackers in the village has become louder and louder, and many people are even preparing to kill the New Year pig.

At 8 o'clock in the morning that day, Park Xiucheng finally returned from the city after a long journey. It seemed that he had made a lot of money during this trip, and he could not hide his joy.

After reading the note, I listened to the old lady talking again.

Pu Xiucheng did not stop, and rode the [-]-meter pole to Xujiatun. When he found Xu Dahai, the latter was helping his sixth sister Xu Juan with her homework in the house.

"Yes, just follow the method I told you, and you can solve this kind of math problem.

At most, it's just a small turn, but there are only so many turns that can be made. If you remember it firmly, you won't fall into a pit. "

The knowledge of junior high school is really very simple for him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he can pick it up at his fingertips.

After Xu Dahai's guidance, Xu Juan's confidence also increased greatly. She felt that it would be no problem to get high scores in the upcoming final exam.

"Xiaohai, your classmate is here." Wang Xiuxiu shouted.

"Oh, okay, Xiaojuan, you can study by yourself for a while, I'll go take a look."

Xu Dahai brought Pu Xiucheng into the house, laughed and chatted for a while, then took him to his mother's yard.

Maybe it was because Xu Dahai bought cans and cakes for his family last time, so this time Park Xiucheng came over and brought some things too.

A pack of rock sugar, a pack of stove fruits and two kilograms of bulk biscuits.

Mom's yard, next to the pig pen.

Park Soo-sung, who was wearing a military green coat, folded his hands and said:

"If someone sells a pig, the most I can give is 1 yuan 1 cents per catty, but since we are classmates, we will definitely take care of it. If your family sells it, I can give you 8 yuan 1 cents. How about it?"

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