Rebirth in 1970: I work as an educated youth in a forest farm

Songlin High School does not have holidays on weekdays. It only takes one afternoon off on Sundays. Basically, it has a big holiday once a month, so that students who live far away from home can go home and bring living expenses and dry food.

The sports meeting will be held on September 27th and 28th, and we will have a holiday after the sports meeting. It coincides with the monthly holiday and October 1st, so we can have three days off.

In previous years, Zhou Qinglan would usually take the children back to the forest farm during the holidays to help the family collect land.

October 1 this year fell on a Wednesday, and the elementary school only had one day off, plus Sheng Xinhua was injured and beaten.

Zhou Qinglan didn't want her parents-in-law to know that she was worried, so she called her family and told her that she didn't have time and wouldn't go back.

On the 29th, Sheng Xiping rushed back from the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Huayang Furniture's trade fair in Shanghai was also very successful. Within a few days, it received millions of orders.

As soon as the exhibition ended, Sheng Xiping walked back immediately. He had to hurry up and come back to supervise production, adjust the production structure, and prepare logistics for the next few furniture exhibitions.

As soon as Sheng Xiping got home, he found out about his son's trouble. Sheng Xiping was so angry that he dragged Sheng Xinhua over and beat him again.

"How many times have I told you not to use guns? They are dangerous. Why can't I remember them?

You kid can do it. I won’t let you stab our gun, so you can make it yourself. Are you quite capable?

Come, come, can you make another one and let me see? I'm going to break your legs, I'm going to make you squirm. "

The man was very strong and struck hard. Sheng Xinhua asked his father to hold him down and prevent him from moving. He was beaten hard.

The red streaks on the buttocks suddenly swelled up.

"Dad, please stop hitting my brother. We know we were wrong. Can't we never dare to do it again?"

My brother was still injured. He bled a lot and my mother also beat him up. "

Sheng Xinyu was right in front of him, his face turned pale with fright, and he rushed forward crying and shouting to plead with his brother.

"Dad, dad, don't hit your brother, wow, don't hit your brother."

Sheng Xinyue and Sheng Xinqi, who were playing in the east room, heard the noise and ran to the west room. When they saw their elder brother's miserable condition, the two girls burst into tears and rushed to protect him.

Yesterday morning, the two girls were picked up by their grandma to play. They were not at home, so they did not see Zhou Qinglan beating Sheng Xinhua.

At this moment, the two girls were so frightened that they cried and lay on top of their brother to prevent their father from beating him again.

"Dad, I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again."

Sheng Xinhua, who was lying on the edge of the kang, was in pain and shed tears, admitting his mistake while crying.

Now, the four children were crying together, and the whole family couldn't hear anything else except the cries of the children.

When Sheng Xiping saw this, how could he fight again? He was so angry that he could only throw the stick in his hand.

"Sheng Xinhua, please remember this. If you dare to make a fool of yourself in the future, it won't be as cheap as it is today.

You little brat, how dare you stab yourself and make a gun when your courage has made you fat?

Have I ever told you that when I was a kid, someone in our forest farm was making fire guns? Is that a joke? One mistake can kill you. "

"You're lucky, the bullet shell exploded and cut your hand.

If you put more gunpowder in it and break your finger, I think you will lose your right hand. What will you do next? "

Sheng Xiping was still angry, but the children were blocking him, so he couldn't beat him any more and could only give him a few words of training.

Before beating the child, Sheng Xiping had already asked about the making process of the gun, and he could probably guess what it was about.

One is between the iron pipe and the bullet case. It has not been welded and is not strong at all. If there is too much gunpowder and the force is great, won't it fall apart?

Another thing is that the gunpowder used by Sheng Xinhua was wrong.

The real gunpowder is a smooth medicine, while the black powder in the two kickers is a horizontal medicine. Although the formula is similar, it is not the same thing.

Sheng Xinhua put the horizontal powder into the gun, just a little less. If there is too much, the barrel will explode.

Sheng Xinhua only injured his hand, so he was really lucky.

Sheng Xiping was afraid when he thought about it. If the child had a bad outcome, they would regret it to death.

In fact, thinking back, they also have responsibilities as husband and wife. They are too busy to take care of their children.

Children these days are all being left alone, and few parents are very attentive to their children.

Even Sheng Xiping's son in his previous life had been raised free-range from childhood to adulthood, and Sheng Xiping never cared about it.

From now on, I really need to pay more attention to my children and not let them cause any more trouble.

After the accident, Sheng Xinhua also came to his senses. It was indeed suspenseful.

If the bullet casing broke into his face or eyes, it couldn't be solved by two stitches. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

"Dad, I understand. I will definitely stop teasing you in the future. I will study hard."

Sheng Xinhua's buttocks were burning. He raised his hand to wipe away his tears and assured his father.

"If you really like guns and cannons, you can study hard and get into a military academy in the future, or you can become a soldier, that's fine.

Your mother and I don’t have such high requirements for you. As long as you really like it, we will definitely support it.

But the prerequisite is that you must grow up safely and not act recklessly. Do you understand? Sheng Xiping sighed, and after calming down, he persuaded the child in a soft tone.

Hearing this, Sheng Xinhua's eyes lit up, and he gritted his teeth and stood up from the edge of the bed.

"Dad, is it true? You said I can be a soldier in the future? Like my uncle?"

Sheng Xinhua especially admires his uncle Zhou Qingyang. Every time he sees Zhou Qingyang during the Chinese New Year, he would pester his uncle to tell him about things on the battlefield, such as training in the army, target shooting, etc.

The twelve-year-old boy has no clear plans for the future, but for most boys, serving as a soldier and carrying a gun is definitely their ultimate dream.

"If you do it again and get a few more injuries on your body, you won't be able to take it seriously." Sheng Xiping snorted coldly.

"Those with obvious scars on their face or body do not meet the requirements and cannot be soldiers."

This is not to scare Sheng Xinhua. This is not a war era, and not everyone can be a soldier.

In the future, the conditions for conscription into the army will become more and more stringent, including obvious scars on the body, knife wounds, cigarette scars, and incomplete tattoo removal.

Hearing this, Sheng Xinhua raised his right hand with a worried look on his face, "Dad, will there be scars on my hand?"

"How did I know? If the gunpowder residue seeps into the flesh, it will leave a black scar." Sheng Xiping rolled his eyes at his son, which really made the naughty boy angry to death.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Xinhua pursed his lips and had tears in his eyes. At this moment, he was really regretting it, "Dad, I was wrong."

"You deserve it if you do it again." Sheng Xiping turned around and went back to the east room, ignoring his son.

Sheng Xiping was very ruthless. When eating in the evening, Sheng Xinhua ate standing up.

At night, while Sheng Xiping and his wife were not paying attention, Aunt Li found some ointment and put it on Sheng Xinhua, and told him to sleep on his stomach as much as possible.

When she woke up the next morning, all the red marks on Sheng Xinhua's butt had turned purple, which looked a bit scary.

Sheng Xiping did not allow his son to take leave and asked him to go to class as usual.