Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

The three brothers chatted a few words with Uncle Qin at the entrance of the subdistrict office, and then strolled to the grain station. At the beginning of the month, the grain station basically had work, and the moving and unloading work was charged on a piece-by-piece basis.

Sure enough, they met Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangtian. Gu Weijun took the initiative to say hello with a smile. Yan Jiecheng grinned and immediately lowered his head to work. Liu Guangtian, while calling Brother Jun, took out half a pack of crumpled big production and started passing out cigarettes.

During the break, Liu Guangtian also came over and had a laugh together. Later, Yan Jiecheng also joined in with a face, Gu Weijun contributed all his filter cigarettes, and several half-year-old boys puffed away like their elders.

At noon, each person had two stick noodle pancakes. Gu Weijun and Yang Yu looked at each other and handed one to Zhao Chenggang each. This stick noodle pancake is so hard! It’s so hard to swallow! What a loud voice! It's no joke that it can kill people. Gu Weijun finally swallowed the pancake with cold water.

It’s all tears! Although he had been mentally prepared before, when he actually ate it, Gu Weijun found that the cornmeal was classified as a fine grain, and there was nothing wrong with it! Although I had eaten it in my memory, I was not prepared at all... I never expected that my first real meal in this era would be mixed with stick cores. Many times Gu Weijun wanted to test whether the door of the grain station could lead back to the yard of his hometown in Northeast China.

He continued working until four o'clock in the afternoon. Gu Weijun's left and right shoulders were so red that the skin was almost broken. His legs and arms were so tired that they were shaking unconsciously. They no longer looked like his own! Gu Weijun gritted his teeth and insisted on not falling down. Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangtian came over to comfort him, "Junzi, it was like this in the beginning. You will get used to it later!" Gu Weijun replied with a wry smile: "Yeah, um, no problem."

One penny for a sack, which weighs at least 50 kilograms per bag. Gu Weijun earned a total of one yuan and 1 cents a day. No one in the 21st century has ever experienced such hardship! I have no choice but to take the lead in coming to the grain station to make money. I really live up to the saying, "I pretend to be awesome, and I have to finish it with tears in my eyes..."

Zhao Chenggang is really fierce, he did more than 160 bags by himself, Yang Yu is worse than Gu Weijun, he only did more than 80 bags...

On the way home, Gu Weijun made excuses several times to separate from Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangtian, and wanted to test whether other doors could be penetrated. As a result, Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangtian were so enthusiastic that they kept sending Gu Weijun into the house. Gu Weijun wanted to cry without tears... Gu's mother was so happy that she even gave them a hard candy each.

For this reason, Liu Guangtian proudly brought safflower oil from home and asked Gu Weijun to rub it in before going to bed at night. This guy was very proud: "I am often beaten by my father. I have experience that this kind of redness and soreness are both Drizzle, rub it in before going to bed at night, and it will be fine the next morning!”

Gu Weijun gritted his teeth and thanked, "Thank you!"

Liu Guangtian's little chest puffed up with pride, "It's okay, the friendship between us brothers in battle, thank you is just a foreign thing!" His eyes glanced at the dishes covered with sarongs on the dinner table, and he swallowed hard unconsciously, "Auntie , Junzi, I'm leaving!" He turned around with difficulty, "Auntie, Junzi, I'm leaving!" He shouted twice in a row, and when no one tried to stop him, he reluctantly went home.

Gu Ma put the safflower oil that Liu Guangtian brought over on the windowsill, went into the bedroom cabinet drawer, took out her own safflower oil, and asked Gu Weijun to take it and drip it in while starting to cross his hands and rub it to warm it.

"Mom, why don't you let Liu Guangtian take it back?" Gu Weijun was a little confused.

"It's out of affection, not out of duty!" Gu's mother looked downcast and rubbed Gu Weijun's shoulders vigorously with her hands, which made Gu Weijun grin and almost throw away the safflower oil. "Ouch! Mom, Mom, it hurts! It hurts! Be gentle!"

Gu's mother gritted her teeth, "Pah!" and swiped the back of Gu Weijun's head, feigning anger, "Let you show off! If you don't rub it away, both of your arms will be swollen tomorrow!"

Gu Weijun shrank his neck, "Mom, we can't let Liu Guangtian and Yan Jie become our two grandsons. Look how manly I am!"

Gu's mother had contempt in her eyes and said disdainfully: "Sure, just be patient and don't shout! I think you are killing a pig at home!"

There are two flowers, one on each side.

When Yang Yu came home and opened the door, she shouted: "Mom, is the food ready? I'm starving!"

Mother Yang was sitting on a chair in the room with her legs crossed and reading the newspaper. She whispered slowly: "What are you yelling about? Dad and your sister haven't come back yet. What's for dinner? Peach cakes in the box." Give it a cushion first."

Yang Yu fell on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, "Jun Zi didn't know why he was so crazy today. He took us to fight against sacks, but I'm exhausted!"

Mother Yang glanced at her son with disgust and said, "You are so dirty, go and wash yourself and change your clothes! You just lie on the bed without changing your clothes!"

Yang Yu pretended not to hear, reached for the box on the bedside, took out a piece of peach cake and ate it. Mother Yang got up so angry that she grabbed the box and pulled Yang Yu up by her ears, "Eat on the table! How can you sleep if the crumbs fall on the bed?"

Yang Yu slumped down at the table, poured a cup of cold water, drank half of it, and ate the peach cake with his hands while telling Yang's mother what happened today. Finally, he sighed with slight confusion and said to Yang's mother: "Mom, do you think Junzi suddenly understands a lot?"

Mother Yang put down the newspaper, sat upright, put her arms on the table, and whispered with a serious expression, "People must be upright, but they must not be stupid!"

"In the past, you could start a family at the age of 15 or 6! You were wandering around the streets for a month. The soldiers looked at it and thought, you have grown up! Those who do not plan for the future can only plan for a short time! When the Japanese and puppets were in power, they had no ability Either he will be a hard-working person, or he will be eaten up and wiped clean."

"You only saw the surface of what Junzi said. Why did Junzi ask for work? Why is Director Wang surprised that you came to her about work? Among the three of us, you go to the police, Tiezi goes to the steel rolling mill, and Junzi goes to the supply and marketing cooperative to arrange No? People are separated from each other, and the work is small. Junzi is digging a hole in advance. Director Wang also understands and adds a road lock. As long as we use it, it will be a favor! "

Yang Yu scratched his head in pain, "Should I read the electrician's book or not?"

Mother Yang looked at her stupid son in surprise, "Why don't you look at it? Only with relationships can we have contacts, and with contacts can we make progress!"

"Paying attention to everything is a lesson! You kid, follow the army and learn slowly..." After saying that, Mother Yang crossed her legs again and read the newspaper slowly.

Here Zhao Chenggang returned home and saw his sister Daya lighting the fire, while Zhao's mother was bending over to clean the pot and prepare to cook. He quickly went over and grabbed the brush handle from Mother Zhao's hand, "Mom, just rest, I'll do it."

Zhao's mother straightened up and knocked on her back, and looked at her eldest son with relief, "Mom's body and bones are much better, this part of the job is fine!" Looking at her son's sweat on his head and the marks on his body, she said distressedly, "Put it down, first. Go wash your face."

"Yeah." Zhao Chenggang replied with a dull head. He kept his hands until the pot was dry, carefully dripped a few drops of oil, then put in the cabbage and started frying. After frying the water, pour in a small bottle of tomato paste, continue to stir-fry, then add water and salt. . Then he took out the dough that had risen in the basin next to the pot with one hand, pounded it with both hands twice, and stuck it to the side of the pot, "Pah!" side of the pot and cover the pot with a lid.

"Mom, I'm going to wash my face!" Zhao Chenggang picked up the washbasin at the door and pulled off the towel. "Da Ya, that's enough. Let's go do your homework!" Then he walked out and washed up in the courtyard.

Zhao Chenggang's house is a two-room east wing plus a wing room as soon as you enter the courtyard. There are three families living in the entire courtyard, and all of them work in the police.