Accidentally Born in the ‘60s: 66.Saturday Second Update

Mingbei stayed at the educated youth site for 20 consecutive days. Seeing that the Chinese New Year was only half a month away, the educated youth site gave them more than a month's leave and let them return to the educated youth site on the 20th day of the first lunar month. Mingbei packed up his belongings, carried the quilt on his back, and walked home. Some educated youths have already inquired about the day off at home, and they ride bicycles to pick them up early in the morning.

Mingbei knew that the family was busy at this time, so he didn't deliver letters to the house, and walked forward with his head sullen. After walking out three miles, he suddenly heard a "Ding Lingling" bicycle bell. Mingbei just thought he was blocking the road, and moved to the side without even raising his head to continue walking.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in my ears: "Mingbei, why are you walking with your head down? You don't know how to look at people?"

Ming Bei suddenly raised his head and looked at Ming Dong, who was pushing a bicycle and smiling, his eyes turned red, he threw the quilt on the snow, rushed over and hugged Ming Dong without letting go.

Mingdong reluctantly patted the little brother who was taller than himself, and he couldn't help laughing and crying: "Why are you still crying? Do you think that you are wronged by no one at home?"

"No." Ming Bei wiped his tears and moved towards Ming Dong Yile, showing his big white teeth: "I haven't seen Big Brother get excited for too long. I miss you so much."

"Oh, I haven't seen it for a while and it's still numb." Ming Dong laughed: "Okay, if you have something to say when you go home, quickly pick up the bedding, it should get wet in a while."

Ming Bei let out an "hey", and hurriedly put the quilt on his back, and Ming Dong hung other things on the handlebars. Because there were too many bits and pieces, Mingdong was afraid that Mingbei would fall when he got into the car, so he deliberately sat up first, and then rode his bicycle home when Mingbei was seated.

In winter, the wind was blowing and the snow was blowing. When he got home, Mingbei put his quilt on the kang of the Westinghouse and baked it. Osmanthus saw that there was a lot of snow on it and quickly stopped him: "Don't bake it first, I'll take it apart and wash it for you later, and then bake it."

Mingbei grinned: "It's okay, it's only been built for about 20 days, and it's not dirty."

"You can pull it down. There are so many of you on a kang, and it will stink even if you are smoked. Okay, you can go talk to your brother, and leave the quilt alone." Osmanthus picked up the quilt and put it on the tip of the kang. , ready to wash after lunch.

Mingbei was the first time to go home from the educated youth point. Wang Sufen remembered what Mrs. Li said. She was afraid of hearing that Mingbei was suffering, so she simply cooked in the kitchen without even asking a question. Mrs. Li, Ming Dong, Ming Bei, and Zhen Zhen were sitting on the kang in the east room, talking about the youth point.

Mingdong scratched his head: "Actually, there's nothing to do, just chop down trees and carry wood all day long, which is different from the way we used to go to our house to drag firewood. The thickness of the wood we carry has regulations, and it's snowing when we go down the mountain. The road was not easy to walk. At first, I could only carry one at a time. If I couldn’t complete the task for a few days, I carried two together. Although it was a bit unbearable at first, my arm hurt for several days, but these days are almost the same. Get used to it."

Mingdong frowned slightly: "Do you still have to carry it on your shoulders? Why don't you use a raft to drag it down?"

Zhen Zhen added: "It's fine to tie the wood together with hemp rope and drag it down."

Mingnan was stunned for a moment: "At that time, it was said that it was for us to carry, and there was no hemp rope. Besides, the road down the mountain was curved. This kind of wood is two or three meters long, so it is not easy to drag."

Ming Dong looked at him and couldn't help laughing and crying: "Then you can carry it down the mountain and drag it on the flat ground. Such a thick snow will save you trouble. When the weather is warm and the snow melts, then you will not be able to drag it even if you want to." /

Only then did Ming Nan realize, and he smiled foolishly: "Big brother is still smart, why didn't I think of that." He looked at Zhen Zhen laughing back and forth, and hurriedly added: "It's not just me, None of us young people thought about it. I didn’t go home from the last holiday, and those who went home brought sesame seeds, meat sauce, pickles, etc. back, and none of them brought hemp rope.”

Mingdong nodded: "Well, it's the same as you, it's just that you have a good eye."

Old Mrs. Li touched a washed sand fruit from the basin and gnawed it bit by bit with her teeth. Seeing that Mingbei said that he was going to eat there, she decided to block the words for him first: " Mingbei, I have discussed with your mother. When you go back to the youth order, we will bring you some pickles and soy sauce. As for the biscuits and steamed buns, if you want to bring them, go to the grain store and buy them yourself. You are now Now that you have earned your own money, you can’t always rely on the old man to support you. In the future, we will take care of the meals at home, and we will not worry about it outside, not only for you, but also for your three brothers.”

Mingdong opened his mouth and wanted to say something different. After all, there was a big gap between the work points of the youth and the wages they earned, but when he saw Mrs. Li's serious expression, he knew there was something he didn't know, so he closed his mouth. Quiet.

Ming Bei pondered for a while, and thought about it for a while, and besides his three older brothers, they all paid home. Mingbei silently counted the money he earned for a month, and sadly found that there was really nothing left except for food, and even because he spent three yuan in exchange for a pen, he still owes the educated youth the money for the meal.

Mingbei bowed his head in shame: "I don't ask the family for it, it's just..." His face flushed a little: "It's just that we have few work points, maybe I can't pay the family now."

Once Mrs. Li saw that Mingbei had this consciousness, she also breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let you rest for a few years, but we can agree that if you get married and live in the future, you will have to give your parents pension money. As for you To live, the poor and the poor live the way of the rich and the rich, and we will not subsidize you.”

Speaking of marriage, Mingbei was not as excited as he was before he went to the Youth Point. He was silent for a while and smiled at Mrs. Li: "I don't know when I will be able to marry a daughter-in-law."

Once Mrs. Li heard the meaning of this sentence, she knew that the girl was not in love with Mingbei, and she didn't know if it would happen in the future, so she said with relief: "You are still young now, and it is not good to get married early. It's not too late to get married when you have the ability to support your family."

Ming Bei nodded, and Ming Dong smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I took advantage. When I got married, Osmanthus and Meat Bun were taken care of at home."

Old Mrs. Li laughed when she heard it: "It's not the same, Osmanthus grew up in our parents, just like her own children, it doesn't make any difference whether you get married or not."

"There's no difference, if you don't get married, you can have meat buns and bean buns." Ming Dong said with a cheeky smile.

Mrs. Li burst out laughing: "It's not enough just to have meat buns and bean buns. If you two work hard to give me a great-granddaughter, then we will call them sugar buns."

Zhen Zhen immediately gave a thumbs up and nodded with approval: "It's a good name, it's delicious when you hear it."

Wang Sufen and Osmanthus cooked a large table of dishes at noon. Ming Nan brought Meng Xiaoxi over. When he saw Osmanthus for the first time, Meng Xiaoxi was still a little reserved. She called out to sister-in-law with a blushing face, and looked a little embarrassed.

"This is Xiaoxi." Osmanthus smiled and held her hand: "You look so good, I just listened to Mingnan talking about you these two days." Meng Xiaoxi looked back at Mingnan after hearing the words, with an expression on her face. It is full of happiness and joy: "I also often hear Mingnan say big brother and sister-in-law."

Wang Sufen was also happy that her daughter-in-law was in harmony, and quickly said: "Osmanthus accompanies Xiaoxi into the house to talk, I'll finish it soon, you don't need to help here."

Osmanthus saw that Xiaoxi was shy, so she took her to the house and sat on the kang to talk, explaining what happened when Nan was a child.

Because the stream came, the old Li family didn't go to the kang to eat, but set up a big round table. The Mingbei Qingtang was short of water and ate kelp for 20 days, and the mouth was full of earthy smell. Looking at the pork belly stewed with sauerkraut, potatoes stewed with dried beans, crucian carp stewed in sauce, and venison stewed with carrots, his eyes straightened. He grabbed a pancake and took a bite, then stuffed a piece of venison into his mouth, and his tears were about to fall. Came down: "Our family's food is delicious."

Meng Xiaoxi couldn't help but smile when he saw Mingbei gobbling down: "Everyone who came back from Youth Point recently is like this. The second brother from the house next to my house, last time he stayed at Youth Point for ten days and went home. After returning home, his appetite has grown. It's twice as big, saying that when I see pickles, I want to take two bites."

Ming Bei nodded in agreement while stuffing the meat in his mouth: "The dishes made by the youth have no oil, not to mention the water, and they have no taste at all. There is also the big pancake, with sweet potato noodles mixed in more than corn. There’s still a lot of noodles, and one mouthful can only be swallowed with water, but I’m quite hungry.”

Old Mrs. Li smiled: "You don't remember anything, our family ate this kind of food when you were a child, and there were not many wasteland at that time, basically cabbage and potatoes were grown, and soybeans only had one Mu of land, when the soybeans are harvested, the tofu has to be kept for grinding, so there is not much oil at all. I usually buy oil according to the supply quantity, and I also expect to buy some pork with fat and fat to squeeze oil, but even so every time I only put a little of it when I cook, how dare I put so much oil like I do now.”

Wang Sufen also nodded her head when she remembered the past days: "At that time, although I ate clear soup with little water, I was able to eat enough. It was only in the year of natural disaster that I complained. Not to mention oil, I couldn't even buy coarse grains. Picking wild vegetables every day and adding some sweet potato noodles is one day’s meal, and Ming Bei said at that time that his face turned green when he ate it.”

Mingbei didn't have a deep impression of that time. He seemed to vaguely remember that he was hungry for a while, and then he was able to catch a lot of fish, and he also caught hares and pheasants from time to time, and then he seemed to eat white noodles. White rice is nothing new. Mingbei only thought it was because of more and more wasteland being opened up at home, and suddenly said with anticipation: "When the spring starts next year, our youth will also start to open up wasteland and farm land, and when we harvest food in autumn, it is estimated that we will be able to eat next year's autumn and winter as well. Okay."

Mingdong looked at him with pity: "Did you think that you would plant rice, wheat, etc. when you open up wasteland? You were re-educated by poor and lower-middle peasants, not to enjoy happiness. At that time, it was still corn and sweet potatoes, This thing has a high output and is hungry, as for refined grains, I guess it depends on the supply, right?"

Speaking of this, Mingbei was full of bitterness: "It costs five cents to supply steamed buns twice a month, which is enough to eat four large pancakes, and I am not willing to buy them."

"Is your work points not enough to spend?" Mingdong asked: "Should you have enough to eat?"

Mingbei remembered the three dollars he had spent wrongly, and suddenly he had a hard time saying, mother, sixty steamed buns are just gone, are you stupid?

Mingnan didn't know what to think when he saw Mingbei, and he shoved a big cake into his mouth with a look of grief and anger, and couldn't help but have a black line on his face: "You eat slowly, no one is robbing you, this is not Steamed buns, are you in such a hurry to eat them?"

Mingbei swallowed the big cake with a sad face: "Fortunately, it is a big cake. If it is a steamed bun, I will not eat it."

"Why?" The family looked at him curiously, Ming Bei rubbed his face and lowered his head depressedly: "No reason, I just want to give myself a memory."

Seeing that Ming Bei, who has always had little roots, also has his own little secret, everyone smiled and changed the subject. After eating, Mingbei took the initiative to take the wooden box with the pen to Mrs. Li's house to admit his mistake: "Nurse, I bought the pen that my brother gave me, and I used it to help the young man build a house to earn money. work points.”

Mrs. Li didn't even lift her eyelids: "Oh, how many buns did you spend?"

Mingbei's heart hurts, and he replies dejectedly: "It's not steamed buns, it's money."

"Oh." Mrs. Li's eyelids jumped: "How much money can I exchange for steamed buns?"

Mingbei glanced at Mrs. Li with a guilty conscience, then lowered her head quickly, and said in a low voice, "Six...sixty..."

Mr. Li's hand subconsciously touched the cigarette bag and pot, and Mingbei immediately lowered his head, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Mrs. Li smoking him, so he carefully raised his head to look at Mrs. Li secretly.

Mr. Li didn't see any joy on her face. She didn't smoke Mingbei with a cigarette pot, but filled some tobacco leaves and started smoking: "Mingbei, you're too old, you can talk more and have a snack in the future. I won't say how much you spend this time, but it's not bad to know that you can use the money from your own work to buy the pen back. Pen, what will you say then?"

Mingbei blushed with shame, his lips moved slightly, and he looked at Mrs. Li with a face full of prayer: "Baby, I bought the pen now, it's the one my brother gave me, you and my mother. And my third brother said, don't tell my eldest brother about this, I don't want my eldest brother to feel cold."

Old Mrs. Li nodded slowly: "No, I finally know something about personnel. By the way, I heard from Xiaoxi that your work points are due at the end of the month. Do you have enough money left to eat?"

Mingbei shook his head: "I owe the youth first, and I will pay it back when I send the money."

Mrs. Li looked at him sneeringly: "And then borrow it next month?"

Mingbei lowered his head again: "Actually, I don't owe a lot. The last time I built a house, there was only three yuan left to buy a pen. Many people owe food for a month. Wait for me to rest. When you come back twice less, you can make up the money.”

Only then did Mrs. Li know that the last time Mingbei didn't go home, she was carrying wood to make money, and she was very relieved: "It's good to have this idea. When you go back after the new year, I will let your mother I'll put more pickles for you, and when will you go home when you make up the money?"

Mingbei saw that Mrs. Li didn't smoke herself, and even said that she would bring pickles, and immediately nodded happily, and asked Wang Sufen to talk about it. Mrs. Li couldn't help shaking her head when she saw this: "This child is still a little lack of heart, which is too coaxing."

Meng Xiaoxi stayed at Old Li's house until two o'clock in the afternoon and was about to go home. Mrs. Li called her and Osmanthus into the room, opened the box and took out two identical pieces of woolen cloth: "This is a family trustee. The materials that people buy from other places will give you two a piece of clothing to wear in the new year.”

Meng Xiaoxi quickly waved his hand when he saw such a valuable material: "I can't have this, milk. If I take it home, my mother has to tell me I can't."

Mr. Li smiled and patted her hand: "Sooner or later, it's our daughter-in-law, what can grandma give you a piece of fabric?" Meng Xiaoxi blushed and lowered her head, revealing a white neck.

Mr. Li smiled, looking at Meng Xiaoxi and Osmanthus with love in their eyes: "Although we can't have a happy New Year this year, but you will be part of our family when the New Year turns next year, and this material will be given to you. What's the difference if I give it to you late? It can't be that your sister-in-law has you or not? It's time for people to hear that I'm biased."

Osmanthus took the cloth and measured it on Meng Xiaoxi, then boasted with a smile, "Xiaoxi's skin is fair, and it will look good when she makes clothes." She took Xiaoxi's hand and looked at her with a smile: " At that time, we will do the same thing, go out and be like sisters." Meng Xiaoxi looked at Osmanthus, and nodded shyly.

There are still ten days before the Chinese New Year, and the family is busy again. Osmanthus finds a day when the weather is good, and disassembles and washes all the quilts and mattresses in the house. Re-sew the bullet. Wang Sufen took a rag and wiped it everywhere, but fortunately, the house was cleaned before the sky, and there was no dust. Now she just found some dead spots and wiped it.

Zhen Zhen followed Wang Sufen to help her wash the rag and carry water. After a while, Wang Sufen sent her back to the house to rest: "I'll finish it in a while, you go to the house for a while."

Zhen Zhen looked at her helplessly: "I'm such an old girl, I can't do nothing."

Wang Sufen looked around and finally found a job for her: "Then you can melt a pot of frozen pears, and it will be delicious when we finish our work." Zhen Zhen picked up a dozen frozen hard pears and put them in In a basin, scoop full of water. As long as you wait for ten minutes, the original water will freeze, and the thicker the frozen pears, the softer they will become. When you touch the frozen pears, the inside and outside are soft and you can eat them.

Soak the frozen pears, Zhen Zhen ran over again, Wang Sufen pointed to the east room: "Go and listen to the radio with your grandma, and tell me what's going on in a while."

Seeing that Wang Sufen really didn't want to help her, Zhen Zhen went back to the east room and turned on the radio.

The radio was playing news and newspaper summaries. As soon as Zhen Zhen got up from the kang, she wanted to tune in to a particular channel to see if there was any storytelling, when she heard the radio say: "Mr. Selfless, a famous writer and people's artist in my country, won this year's award. The Nobel Prize in Literature. The Nobel Prize is the world...”

Zhen Zhen jumped up from the kang excitedly, hugging Mrs. Li and screaming and jumping excitedly, Mrs. Li was startled by Zhen Zhen and couldn't help pulling her arm around her Ask: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Forgotten has won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the first time in the history of China." Zhen Zhenle's mouth couldn't close, and she wanted to listen to what the radio had to say, but unfortunately the radio didn't even have Mr. Forgettable's works. Introduce, start broadcasting the next news.

"Then what is this award for? Are you going to give out a certificate?" Seeing that Zhen Zhen was so excited, Mrs. Li couldn't help but become curious.

"It's more than a certificate." Zhen Zhen smiled and hugged Mrs. Li's neck: "This is a particularly important honor and a recognition of Mr. Selfless's literary works. Of course, there are also certificates of merit, in addition to With a gold medal and a check."

"What is the check?" After thinking about it, Mrs. Li realized that she had never seen this bill before: "What did you buy it for?"

Zhen Zhen was immediately happy: "It's similar to a passbook for withdrawing money. Give the check to the savings house, and the savings house will give you the money according to the amount above."

Mr. Li's eyes crooked when she saw Zhen Zhen talking about money, and she quickly asked: "Did you get the money from the old nose? Do you have one hundred yuan?"

Although Mrs. Li hid more than 100 yuan in the box, it was still a huge amount. After all, in this day and age, people who get honors are usually given a jar and a thermos. There are very few people who give out bonuses.

"You're so cute, you're still a hundred dollars." She put her arms around Mrs. Li's neck and smiled happily: "You have to add a few zeros at the back." Seeing that Mrs. Li couldn't understand He said bluntly: "It's hundreds of thousands."

"Thousands... ten thousand..." Mrs. Li couldn't understand: "How many hundred yuan is that?"

Zhen Zhen did the math, and roughly estimated the number of prizes for this year's Nobel Prize in Literature: "Three or four thousand and one hundred yuan."

Mrs. Li was so frightened that she didn't dare to swallow her saliva: "My darling, so much money can't be spent for thousands of children and grandchildren."

Zhen Zhen smiled and got off the kang and put on her padded jacket and was about to run out. Mrs. Li hurriedly handed her a hat and gloves and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhen Zhen took the hat and put it on her head, ran out and said, "Go buy a newspaper! I want to buy ten copies!"

Zhen Zhen didn't go to the post office on the street to buy newspapers, but went directly to the imperial capital to buy all the newspapers of the day. Sure enough, she saw the news of the self-absorbed award from above, and quickly teleported to the mountain. Shouting: "Teachers, Mr. Selfless won the award!"