Siheyuan: Big City, Small Love

After leaving Mr. Zhou's house, He Lai was thinking about what to do all the way.

After all, he didn't want to spend the ten years of the Cultural Revolution in China. It was too depressing. In that era where right and wrong were not clearly distinguished, there was really nothing that could be done.

Now Mr. Zhou is going to the south. I wonder if I can go to Gangcheng through Mr. Zhou’s connections.

There is also the issue of how to explain to Wu Juan and He Zhan. After all, this is a big deal. If they are unwilling to go to Gangcheng and insist on staying in Sijiu City, and he goes to Gangcheng, then they will definitely be implicated, which is something He Lai does not want to see.

So if Wu Juan and the others didn't follow him, it would be difficult for He Lai to show his true face to others, at least in public.

Writing a breakup letter is one way, but it is definitely not the best solution.

Maybe Li Huaide could help take care of it when the time comes. After all, the steel mill was under his control for a long time afterwards. As the residence of the workers belonging to the steel mill, the courtyard house was naturally under Li Huaide's jurisdiction.

It seems that I have to get close to Li Huaide first. I have to give him some deer antler wine, bear paws and so on.

There are still two years left, so let He Lai think about how to do it. It shouldn't be a problem.

……

Back in the courtyard, Yu Shui was learning to knit sweaters with Wu Juan. Yu Shui wanted to knit some clothes for her children herself.

Knitting sweaters was already very popular in the 1960s, and almost all wealthy housewives knew how to do it.

By the 1980s and 1990s, every woman had to have a sweater, and some men could even knit! Especially in the countryside, you could often see a group of women knitting sweaters together while chatting.

If you were born in the 1980s or 1990s, you must have done this to your mother.

Wrapping yarn!

At that time, wool was bought in bundles. The mother would ask the child to stretch out his or her hands, put the wool on the child's hands, and then start to wrap the wool into a ball.

The author often does this, which is very annoying because the wool often gets tangled and needs to be untangled; and at this time, you still have to listen to your mother's nagging and cannot run away.

Sometimes, she would have to lift both hands to wind a bundle! Of course, you could choose not to do it! At this time, my mother would wrap the yarn around the back of the chair and wind it herself.

According to the old people, in that era, you could not know how to cook, but you could not not know how to knit a sweater!

One of the biggest advantages of knitting a sweater is that if it becomes too small after one or two years of wearing, you can take it apart and knit it into other styles, so there is no waste at all!

Children's sweaters are often taken apart and knitted, and then taken apart again. A bundle of wool can be processed several times in the hands of each woman.

Yu Shui and Wu Juan each held a knitting needle in their hands. In those days, knitting yarn was basically made of bamboo or wood, and iron was rare.

Wu Juan knitted very quickly, while Yu Shui would ask after finishing a row. Knitting a sweater is a matter of practice, and one must knit frequently to make something good.

He Lai sat next to the rain and watched her weaving, which suddenly disrupted the rhythm of the rain.

Yu Shui's hands suddenly stiffened as He Lai kept staring at her. She put down her knitting needles and said to He Lai, "Hey, Lai Ge, go play with Wu Er for a while. I can't knit well if you stay here!"

"Hey, I'm talking about Rainwater, I didn't say anything, why aren't you being reasonable! I want to learn too!" He Lai said with a wry smile.

"Brother, my sister-in-law said the same thing to me just now." Wu'er echoed from the side.

Yu Shui could only turn his eyes to Wu Juan and let Wu Juan deal with the brother and sister.

"Okay, okay, you two go play next door for a while and don't be an eyesore here." Wu Juan naturally understood what Yu Shui meant and spoke.

"Mom, then remember to knit a scarf for me."

"Okay, mom knows."

He Lai took Wu'er to the next door, to Aunt Sun's house, where Chun'er was also knitting a sweater with Aunt Sun.

"Hey, sister Chun'er, is this sweater knitted for brother Lai?"

He Lai joked.

"Sister Chun'er, Wu'er also wants a sweater!" Wu'er said.

"I...I haven't learned it yet!" Chun'er said with a red face.

"It's okay, it's okay. We have everything. Auntie will help you and your sister weave it!" Auntie Sun said with a smile.

Aunt Sun no longer sweeps the floor. She enjoys her retirement at home. After all, the wages of Huzi and Chuner are enough for her.

"Oh, then thank you, Auntie! Come, Wu'er, bow and express your gratitude!"

After He finished speaking, he pulled Wu'er over and they all bowed to Aunt Sun.

"No, no, get up quickly, you brothers and sisters are so naughty!" Aunt Sun said with a happy smile.

"Okay, then Chun'er, you should study hard. Remember, once you learn, I will knit you a pair of gloves! You must have a pair of sister brand gloves."

He Lai instructed.

"And there are Wu'er's sister's brand gloves!" Wu'er added.

……

In winter, we basically stay at home, doing this. Damao's family and Shazhu's family are knitting sweaters for their children.

This time, Qin Huairu and Qin Yuru are twins, so they need more children's clothes.

Silly House

"Brother Zhuzi, you'd better not learn it because you're so clumsy. If you tear the yarn, you'll be scolded by your sister-in-law!"

He Lai taunted.

"94! 94!" Wu'er echoed from the side.

Sha Zhu glared at the He Lai siblings, said nothing, and continued to knit.

There was no other way, there were too many children. Sha Zhu felt sorry for Qin Huairu and wanted to help knit a few pieces, even if it was just a few!

Unfortunately, He Lai kept pointing out the mistakes Shazhu made in knitting, saying that the sweater was knitted so sparsely, tight in some places and loose in others.

And Wuer also said "94"!

Shazhu was defeated in an instant, and the wool was finally broken by him.

"Look, look, it's broken, Brother Zhuzi, I told you your hands can't do this kind of manual labor!

In the past, knitting sweaters was called women's needlework! Do you know what women's needlework is? In the old days, it specifically referred to needlework, weaving, embroidery, sewing and other work done by women. "

He Lai warned Sha Zhu with a look of "as expected".

"94, 94!" Wu'er said casually.

Sha Zhu threw the needle and thread into the basket and went to lie down in the inner room.

"Hey, hey, Brother Zhuzi, don't go, make me something to eat, I'm hungry!"

He Lai shouted.

"I want to eat lion's head! Brother Zhuzi!" Wu'er shouted.

He Laiwuer's singing and joining in the discussion made Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru burst out laughing!

"Okay, sister-in-law, stop laughing! Let Brother Zhuzi come out to cook. I'm hungry."

He Lai was speechless.

"I'm hungry too!"

"Okay, you two should let your brother Zhuzi go. He will braise pork for you at noon. You and Wu'er can go eat it."

Qin Huairu said.

"Xiao Yangzi, go get it for uncle Lai! I'll give you a pig ear later!"

He Lai doesn't want to go. He has so many younger brothers, so he won't take action if he can.

"Xiao Yangzi, come quickly! I want to eat pig intestines!" Wu'er replied.

Xiao Yangzi happily ran into the kitchen to get the braised pork!

Xiao Yangzi quickly brought out a large plate of braised pork and placed it on the table.

He Lai first gave each of the little ones a little bit, then he grabbed a piece of pork elbow with his hands and started to chew on it.

Wu'er picked a pig's large intestine and chewed it happily. Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru couldn't help laughing when they saw how the group of people ate.

At this time, Sha Zhu walked out from the inner room, saw the appearance of the two people, and shook his head helplessly.

"Brother Zhuzi, you are more suitable for cooking. Why knitting sweaters? It is time-consuming and laborious, and you can't even knit it well! Come and eat together!" He Lai said vaguely.

"94...94..."

Sha Zhu ignored them, walked to the table, picked up the pig's head from the plate and started eating it.

"Brother Zhuzi, why don't you pay attention to Wu'er? Are you in a bad mood?" Wu'er asked, blinking her big eyes, with a long pig intestine hanging from her lips.

"Eat pig intestines and talk less!" He Lai knocked on Wu'er's head.

Soon Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru couldn't stand the aroma of the braised meat anymore, so they put down their sweaters and started eating.