Chapter 21 Parents' Thoughts

The next morning, when everyone returned to the classroom after the morning exercise, Zhang Qiuling opened the desk and found a bottle of soda inside, with a piece of paper folded next to it. She glanced at Xiao Zhijie and saw that he was pretending to memorize English.

Opening the note, it said, "You must be very tired, because you ran in my mind all night last night." Zhang Qiuling burst out laughing.

Well, in 20 years, it's a meme that no one will use, but now, it's okay to make these young girls laugh.

When it was time for the formal class in the morning, the two of them were still the same.

In these two days of class, teachers of all subjects will take the time to hand out the papers, and each teacher will say to Feng Yiping, "Keep up the good work and keep it up!" Feng Yiping felt bitter, and he had to pretend to be humble and teachable. expression.

In this week's self-study, the teachers are also talking about papers, and sometimes they get angry when they talk about it, such as Wang Yumin now.

When I was talking, I got angry, and I was talking about the lesson "From the Baicao Garden to the Sanwei Bookstore", "Such a simple fill-in-the-blank question, the vegetable border, the acacia tree, the mulberry, the wasp, the emperor, these things are close to the Who of you have never seen our daily life? But those children in big cities have never seen it before. There are only a few, but there are still so many people who can't fill it out? In class, I don't say it again and again, this paragraph must be Are you taking my words on a deaf ear?"

The classmates in the classroom have become quails, and needles can be heard in the classroom.

Finally, it is a commentary on the composition, repeating the general skills, how to break the question, how to make up your mind, how to write the beginning and end, etc. Finally, I read Feng Yiping's composition as a model essay for everyone.

"My Ideal" written by Feng Yiping is different from all the classmates, and it is also beyond the expectations of the several Chinese teachers who are examining the papers. Full marks for the essay.

The central idea is this, Feng Yiping first analyzed the transformation and similarities and differences of ideals, utopias, fantasies, and dreams, and finally concluded, "My ideal is to make unremitting efforts to make each of my dreams a reality one by one!"

In the provincial capital, under the sycamore tree beside the flower bed at the entrance of the Provincial Conservatory of Music, Feng Zhenchang was wearing a blue overalls, sleeves, and Jiefang shoes. Although it was still dirt, he was much more decent and clean than in the village. He skillfully scooped up the chestnuts from the cauldron, put them in a paper bag, and placed them on the electronic scale beside him, "Okay, three and a half catties, a total of nine dollars, it's a bit hot, don't hold it under it, take the top of the bag. ."

A few girls on the opposite side paid the money, and while walking towards the school, they peeled and ate it, chatting, "hot," "then don't eat it", "so fragrant, so sweet!"...

Feng Zhenchang smiled. His daughter was about the same age as them, but she was already working in a factory. Fortunately, in a few years, her son would also go to university, and it would be a better university than this one.

There was no one in front of the stall now. He picked up the hot water bottle fixed on the tricycle and poured the hot water into the can.

Yes, their stall is supported on a tricycle. Mei Yiliang asked the master in the factory to change it. The stove converted from the gasoline barrel is placed on the top, and the electronic weighing scale is added, although they are all bought. It also cost nearly 300 yuan for the used goods, which Mei Qiuping was very reluctant to bear at that time.

However, there are many advantages. This area is a university town, and there are also affiliated kindergartens, elementary schools, junior high schools, and high schools. When there are fewer purchases in one place, they ride tricycles and pull the stalls to the next place. Now every day they come down, they will Sold for hundreds of dollars.

Take two steamed buns out of a plastic bag, put them in a paper bag, and then bury them under the sand in the pot. After three or five minutes, the steamed buns will be hot. This is their lunch.

Just as she was about to take time out for a cigarette, Mei Qiuping, who called the canteen, came back, her face a little wrong.

"What's the matter?" Feng Zhenchang asked while sitting on the flower bed, puffing up the clouds.

Standing behind the tricycle, Mei Qiuping turned over the bag of steamed buns in the pot, took a sip of water from the can, and said to him, "Dad told me that the novel written by Yiping was published this month in a book called In the magazine "Harvest", you still got 2,300 yuan for the manuscript?"

"Huh," Feng Zhenchang accidentally burned his hand with the cigarette, and then the cigarette fell onto his pants. He quickly stood up, patted and shivered, and Mei Qiuping also came to help, "Hehe, are you surprised too?"

"How much did you say?"

"Two thousand and three, I also asked Dad several times at the time. It was two thousand three. They have already taken the money out." Mei Qiuping said.

"Two thousand three, such a big thing, this child has never mentioned it in front of us. When did it happen?"

"It was more than a month ago when he said he was going to see Dad before school started." Mei Qiuping was also a little emotional. The son is the closest to her and likes to stick to her, but now that such a big thing, the son is keeping her a secret. As for the 2,300 draft fee, on the one hand, she felt it was very unreal, on the other hand, she felt that her son had grown up all at once. Now that my son has grown up, he will make up his own mind about some things. He will not ask her about everything like before. She should have been happy and proud, but, for some reason, she felt a little lost in her heart.

The two drank steamed buns in hot water, and chatted while eating.

"There's another five dollars, which the story will get from there."

"Is this money going to Dad now?" Feng Zhenchang asked.

"Yes," Mei Qiuping was a little angry when she mentioned this, "they have already spent more than three hundred!"

"Ah!" Feng Zhenchang turned to look at her.

"Tuition and miscellaneous fees are forty-five, paid. Yiping bought two sets of clothes and a pair of shoes for himself. He also pulled cloth for Dad to make a tunic suit, and bought him a pair of leather shoes."

"This child," Feng Zhenchang was also a little speechless.

"It's not a mess," Mei Qiuping said.

"Yes," Feng Zhenchang also agreed, "I should not owe money for tuition and miscellaneous fees. Now is the time of season change, and Yiping should also buy clothes."

"I bought sportswear that is similar to the school uniform of the middle school in front of me. Yiping is also getting older, and he knows he likes to look good. I haven't bought him clothes for a few years. He has grown fast in the past two years. The pieces are not patched, and they don't fit well." Mei Qiuping said with a bit of sadness.

"Yes, aren't we making money slowly now? When I go back at the end of the year, I will be in the provincial capital and buy him a set of what is now fashionable." Feng Zhenchang said. "What about the rest of the money? Did you tell Dad to buy chestnuts?"

"Dad has already bought it. At that time, Yiping told him that it was cheap at home, at least 500 jin. Dad also gave some credit to others in the village, and now he has charged 800 jin."

"Eight hundred catties, I can buy it for a few months after the new year." Feng Zhenchang shoved the steamed buns in his hand into his mouth, and two more female students walked towards them.

In the afternoon, Feng Zhenchang said that he was going to the toilet, but he went to the newsstand to buy the current issue of "Harvest". When he came back, Mei Qiuping naturally complained for a long time. For several dollars, Dad said that the magazine The company has sent a few copies, what are you spending the money for? Haven't made a lot of money yet, and got up with a lot of money?

As a result, as soon as he was free, Mei Qiuping held the magazine and read it, and Feng Zhenchang said, "It's so expensive, I'll still go and tell the boss that it's better to retire."

"Forget it, buy everything, and take it back and return it, isn't it contemptible?"

This afternoon, when the two of them were doing business, they often chatted with their classmates who came to take care of the business, "Have you read this issue of "Harvest"? The novel "No One Can Be Missed" was written by my son. Yes." And then received a lot of praise, true or false.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Zhenchang rode a tricycle, rushing towards the elementary school, then to the high school, and at dinner time, he came back and stopped at the entrance of the university. They waited until the bell rang at eight o'clock on the customs clock tower in the distance. Getting ready to go home, Feng Zhenchang rides a bicycle, Mei Qiuping walks behind, and when she encounters a slope or uneven place, she pushes behind.

It was almost nine o'clock when I got back to where I lived.

This is an urban village. Of course, to be precise, it cannot be called an urban village yet. In fact, the entire provincial capital is a huge urban village at this time. There are few new high-rise buildings, the real estate market has not yet opened up, and there are also many new residential buildings, all of which are old houses for many years. Without major demolition, re-planning, and re-development, the road is not as wide, wide, and straight as it was later, and there are more trees beside the road than the later one, and it is bigger than the later one.

The place where I live is close to the railway, and the locals have built a two- to three-story building there, mostly for rent. The distance between the front and rear rows is less than three meters. People in the building in the front row yawn, and those in the back row will be infected, which is very narrow. The cement pavement in the roadway has been aged or crushed, and it is full of potholes, and it will suffer even more when it rains.

When Feng Zhenchang and the others came back, it was already dark, and the dim lights cast mottled light and shadow in the alley through the window lattice and the door on the ground floor. People who were scattered in various parts of the provincial capital to seek a living also went home, and a few children were playing in the alley.

While pushing the car, they said hello all the way, "I'm back, I'm still cooking fish today, so I'm willing to make a lot of money!"

"Hehe, where is it, how about you today, you sell a lot of chestnuts!"

At this point, in the neighborhood not far away, it has become quiet. People have already finished their dinner and are walking or watching TV. Those who go to bed early are almost ready to go to bed. The alley is the busiest time. The housewives moved the coal stove to the door, and they were cooking. The family's fried pork with peppers made Feng Zhenchang's throat growl, and he quickly stepped up. I'm afraid that I haven't eaten meat for many days. I ate fried cold rice in the morning, and only two steamed buns at noon. Now I smell this smell, and I'm really greedy.

The first floor they rented, the front and rear rooms, added up to less than 20 square meters. When the tricycle was put in, it was full. In fact, there is no furniture, a folding table, a square stool, two chairs with backrests, and a bunk wooden bed, all of which were purchased by Mei Yiliang, who worked in the furniture workshop.

Putting the car away, Feng Zhenchang wiped his face, washed rice and cooked rice, and then sat down. On the half plate of peanuts left on the table, pour a small glass of loose liquor from the farmers market, eat a few peanuts, and take a sip of wine. With something in my stomach, I took out the magazine I bought today, put it on the table, and read it.

When Mei Qiuping was not free, she also moved the coal stove outside the house to prepare for cooking. First fry the tofu on both sides until slightly yellow, put it up, dice the bacon, fry it with the pickled peppers at home, then pour the tofu in, and finally pat a few garlic, and then take it out of the pot, the taste is very good, and it is very delicious. There is also eggplant, stir-fry with high heat, then add pickled peppers, add pickles, and you can cook without adding salt.

After the dishes are cooked, an aluminum steamer is placed on the stove, and the noodles that have been awake in the morning, kneaded into a few steamed buns, put them in the pot, and steamed over the residual fire. This is what they knew. Lunch the day after tomorrow.

I was hungry, so I ate quickly. The eggplant was finished, but there was still half a plate of tofu left. Mei Qiuping washed the dishes and cleaned up, Feng Zhenchang opened a bag, poured out a basin of chestnuts, and cut a small slit in it with scissors one by one. Fortunately, they were all cooked these days, and almost 20 kilograms were made soon, and the couple stopped.

By the time I went to bed after washing, it was almost eleven o'clock, and the surroundings were very quiet, except that there were trains passing by not far behind the house from time to time, and the passenger cars were fine. When the truck roared past, it was very loud and vibrated, and it felt like the bed was moving.

Fortunately, these days have passed, they have all adapted to these noises, and they are tired and sleepy when lying on the bed, which has little effect on them.

Mei Qiuping had some insomnia tonight, tossing and turning.

She called Feng Zhenchang, "What's wrong?" Feng Zhenchang was not asleep.

"Tell me, is it because the two of us have no skills as parents, we owe so much debt outside, and people from a whole house come to collect debts during Chinese New Year, and we don't have enough food and clothing, so we forced our son to think for himself just after graduating from primary school. How to make money?"

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