Chapter 4: Sun Zhiqing is indeed a bit unjust The villagers in the yard laughed, stopped asking questions, and started moving sacks.
Song Yunuan was indeed a little tired, so she got on the kang and lay down.
Although the house was dusty and the walls were mottled mud walls that couldn't even be covered with a newspaper, the quilt was clean and refreshing, and it was very comfortable to lie down on.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the sound of footsteps. His younger brother Asheng climbed onto the kang, brought a pillow, and lay down next to his sister.
The voice was soft and gentle: "I will accompany my sister. If a big mouse gets on the bed and bites me first, my sister will not be afraid."
Song Yunuan immediately opened her eyes.
Turning around, the little guy was very clean, with bare feet, a chubby face, and black eyes. He looked so cute no matter how he looked.
She pinched her face and said: [Strange, why is there no information about my brother?Was it because his younger brother was adopted and his name was changed? 】
Song Mingsheng's eyes rolled around, and then he hugged Song Yunuan's arm: "Sister, you won't change it in the future, right?"
"...Well, probably not."
Song Mingsheng moved forward again. The little baby's body was as soft as a glutinous rice dumpling. Song Yunuan felt sleepy, probably because she was staring at the beam just now. After a while, she fell asleep with her brother in her arms.
Mrs. Song stood in front of the window and whispered to Xia Guilan: "It's strange too. Ah Sheng and Siqi have never been close. Look at this, they are so sticky and they move forward."
Xia Guilan smiled. The two siblings cuddled together and slept soundly.
After Mrs. Song finished cooking, several people also knew the rules.
What I heard cannot be said.
Don't even ask.
They cannot communicate with each other.
Not to mention reminding Xiao Nuan.
That's okay, otherwise it would be too scary.
Mrs. Song brought out a large bowl of fish sauce. Song Yunuan was also woken up by the shout. She walked out of the house with Xiao Pangdun in her arms.
In April in Nanshan County, it was a cold spring, but the sun was shining brightly and the sky was blue.
Erdaohe Village is the poorest brigade in Sunflower Commune, and every household has a mud-brick thatched house.
The Song family has five main rooms, an east wing for people to live in, and a west warehouse for storing things.
The thatch roof looks low, shabby, and crumbling. The spring wind is strong, and even the cleanest house will be filled with dust when it blows.
But there was a burst of fresh fragrance in the hall.
Millet rice, a large bowl of fish sauce, and a plate of scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts.
This is already a very sumptuous meal in the Song family.
Mrs. Song ignored her daughter's sad eyes and put most of the eggs into Song Yunuan's bowl.
[Millet rice with fish sauce is so delicious. I hope I can eat it in the future. 】
Old Man Song froze for a few seconds and then smiled: "Xiao Nuan, I have another fish basket by the stream. Grandpa will take you to collect the fish tonight, okay?"
"Ok."
Song Yunuan agreed obediently. [Lin Qing reported my dad. Some of the contents in the letter are true, but the problem is not big. The main reason is that he embezzled grain, embezzled public funds, and protected bad people. But after one investigation, we can find out what happened. My dad will not commit suicide out of fear of crime, as if I My grandma never confessed, so she went to Beidu to file a complaint. There must be people in the village that my dad had offended. 】
Song Yunuan thought about it while eating, not noticing Song Liang's trembling hands at all.
[I guarantee that this person and Lin Qing are familiar with each other. They may have contacted each other before entering the village. They waited for me to finish eating and hang out. 】
Over there, Song Liang finished eating three times, then stood up and said to Mrs. Song: "Mom, I just remembered that the three educated youths from the educated youth point told me yesterday that they had no food, so they took our millet and cornmeal. Bring out some, by the way, Guilan, there is so much fish sauce, put it in bowls for them."
Mrs. Song frowned, took out the key with a bit of reluctance, and muttered: "Our family only has this little food, and now in spring, it is the time when there is no harvest. I am still worried about what to do next month..."
After all, they finally took it out. Each item weighed about seven or eight kilograms. Song Yunuan volunteered to help carry the fish sauce. Ah Sheng insisted on following, so he finally brought it too. He didn't have any empty hands either. Packed with salty radish.
The educated youth spot is not far away.
When we arrived, we saw smoke coming from the chimney.
After entering, I discovered that there were two female educated youths in the kitchen, boiling water in a large pot without a grain of rice. What they were boiling was vegetable roots dug out of the ground.
It looks dark.
The two female educated youths looked weak and said hello feebly.
A young man was chopping firewood in the yard, his face was gloomy, and he didn't even look at them.
[This Sun Zhiqing has very good academic performance because he was punished in the past few years. In fact, he was framed. This year is the last exam without age restrictions and fresh graduates. It would be a pity to miss it. He was punished by Lin Qing After using him, I kicked him away, and his life was worse than a beggar... As expected, it was him who provided the information. He hated my dad for what he did. Oh, the punishment was given by my dad. At that time, there was no investigation and clear mud, and the result was recorded In terms of archives, this rule was actually abolished immediately. In a few years, such books would be everywhere on the streets. Sun Zhiqing was indeed a bit unjust. 】
Song Liang glanced at his daughter, who was talking to two female educated youths: "...the relief grain has been delayed, and my father has nothing to do. He knows that you have no food, so he is extremely anxious, but the brigade does not have even a kilogram of food in stock. , my dad spread out some of the food rations at home, this is also the intention of the brigade, let’s work together to tide over the difficulties, and life will get better soon.”
Song Yunuan spoke slowly and softly, with clear and bright eyes. She held the female educated youth's hand and her attitude was very close.
The two female educated youths said words of gratitude and felt much better.
If you have these things to eat, save some so that you can hold on until the relief food comes.
There is no way, they have nothing to do at home, they can't go back to the city, they can only stay here.
Song Liang glanced at his daughter with a smile on his face, then squatted in front of Sun Zhiqing and asked casually: "I see there are several books in the kitchen. Are they used to start fires? Are you not going to study?"
Sun Zhiqing looked at the captain gloomily, held back his hatred, and said gloomily: "I won't study anymore."
Even if you study hard, you won't be allowed to take a test, and it will be useless even if you study.
There are many brothers and sisters in the family, but he still can't get a place to go back to the city.
Song Liang came closer and lowered his voice: "Sun Zhiqing, let me tell you something secretly. The matter on your file will not be pursued immediately. You still have to study. I will register for you in May. Don't worry. If you take the joint entrance examination and get into a good university, I will be happy too."
Sun Zhiqing raised his head in disbelief, his eyes full of shock.
That's not what Lin Qing said just now.
She said his problem was serious and he still couldn't take the exam, but as long as he helped her, she would get him a place back in the city.
In the 80s, it was difficult to get places for educated youth to return to the city. If they entered the city without a unit to accept them, they would not be allowed to stay in the city and they would be driven back to the countryside.
"Really?" Sun Zhiqing's voice was trembling.
(End of this chapter)