Chapter 21: Parent's mind

　　 The next morning, everyone returned to the classroom after running morning exercises. Zhang Qiuling opened the desk and found a bottle of soda and a piece of paper beside it. She glanced at Xiao Zhijie and saw him pretending to be memorizing English.

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

　　 Well, twenty years later, this is a stalk that no one knows how to use, but now, it's okay to make these young girls who are in love with them smile.

　　 When the class started in the morning, the sound of the two of them was still the same.

In the two days of class, teachers of various subjects will spend time to hand out the papers, and every teacher will say to Feng Yiping, "Keep up the work!" Feng Yiping felt distressed and had to pretend to be humble and taught. Emoji come.

　　 In this week's self-study, the teachers also talked about papers, and sometimes they would go crazy when they talked, such as Wang Yumin now.

As I said, I got angry. It was about the lesson of "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Shuwu", "Such a simple fill-in question, such as vegetable borders, honey locust tree, mulberry, wasp, and the emperor, these things are close to Who of us has never seen anything in our daily life? Those children in the big cities have never seen them before. There are still so many people who can’t fill out just these few? In class, I don’t say it again and again, this paragraph must be Those who recite, take my words to ears?"

　　The classmates in the classroom all became quails, and needles dropped in the classroom.

　　Finally, it’s a commentary on the composition, repeating the general skills, how to break the topic, how to make the idea, how to write the beginning and end, etc. Finally, read Feng Yiping’s composition as a model essay for everyone to listen to.

The "My Ideal" written by Feng Yiping is different from all the students, and it was beyond the expectation of the several Chinese teachers who read the papers. If it weren't for taking into account the need to pick and deduct a few copies, the three Chinese teachers would agree. Give full marks to the composition.

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

　　 The provincial capital, under the sycamore tree beside the flowerbed at the entrance of the Provincial Conservatory of Music, Feng Zhenchang is wearing a blue overalls, sleeves, and Jiefang shoes. Although they are still soil, they are more decent and cleaner than in the village. He skillfully shoveled chestnuts from the cauldron, put them in a paper bag, and put them on the electronic scale on the side, "Okay, three and a half catties, a total of nine yuan, a bit hot, don't hold it underneath, take the bag mouth ."

　　 The girls across the street paid the money, and while walking towards the school, they peeled and ate them, chirping, "Hot," "Don't eat, then" "It smells good, and it's so sweet!"...

　　 Feng Zhenchang smiled. His daughter is about the same age as them, but she is already working in the factory. Fortunately, his son will go to university in a few years, and he will be a better university than this university.

　　 There is no one in front of the stall. He picked up the thermos fixed on the tricycle and poured 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 changed from a gasoline drum was placed on it securely, plus electronic weighing scales, although they were all bought Mei Qiuping was very reluctant at the time to spend nearly three hundred yuan on second-hand goods.

But this has many benefits. This area is a university town, and there are also affiliated kindergartens, elementary schools, junior high schools, and high schools. If there is less to buy in one place, they will ride a tricycle and drag their stalls towards the next place. Now they come down every day. Sold hundreds of yuan.

　　 took out two steamed buns from the plastic bag, put them in a paper bag, and then buried them under the sand in the pot. Within three to five minutes, the steamed buns would be hot. This is their lunch.

　　 was about to take the time to smoke a cigarette. Mei Qiuping, who called the commissary, came back, her expression a bit wrong.

　　 "What's wrong?" Feng Zhenchang asked while sitting on the flowerbed.

Standing behind the tricycle, Mei Qiuping turned over the bag of steamed buns in the pot and took a drink of saliva. He said to him, "Dad told me that a novel written by Yiping was published this month in In the "Harvest" magazine, did you get another 2,300 yuan for the manuscript?"

　　 "Hey," Feng Zhenchang accidentally made the cigarette burn to his hand, and then the cigarette fell on his pants. He quickly stood up, slapped and shook again, Mei Qiuping also came to help, "Hehe, are you surprised too?"

　　 "How much do you say?"

　　 "Two thousand three, I also asked my dad several times. It was two thousand three. They already took out the money." Mei Qiuping said.

　　 "Two thousand three, such a big thing, this kid never mentioned it before us. When did it happen?"

　　 "It was just before school started. When he said he was going to see his dad, it happened more than a month ago." Mei Qiuping was also a little emotional. The son is closest to her and likes to cling to her, but now such a big matter, the son keeps her tight. As for the two thousand and three manuscript fees, on the one hand, she felt that it was very untrue; on the other hand, she felt that her son had grown up all at once. Now that the son has grown up, he will make up his mind about certain things, instead of asking her everything as before. She should be happy and proud, but, somehow, she felt a little faintly disappointed.

　　 Two people eat steamed buns and talk while eating.

　　 "There is another five dollars, which I got from the story."

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

　　 "Yes," Mei Qiuping was a little angry when it came to this, "They have spent more than three hundred!"

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

　　 "The tuition and fees are forty-five. I paid it. Yiping bought two sets of clothes and a pair of shoes. He also pulled a cloth to make a tunic suit for his dad, and bought him a pair of leather shoes."

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

　　 "It's not messy," Mei Qiuping said.

　　 "Yes," Feng Zhenchang agreed, "If you have money for tuition and fees, you shouldn't owe it. Now it's also the season change, and Yiping should buy clothes."

"I bought sportswear similar to the middle school uniform in front of me. Yiping has gradually grown. I also know that I like to watch. I haven't bought him clothes for a few years. He has grown fast in the past two years. They are not patched, and they don’t fit.” Mei Qiuping said a little sad.

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

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

　　 "Eight hundred catties, you can buy it for a few months after the beginning of the year." Feng Zhenchang put the steamed bun in his mouth into his mouth, and two more female students walked towards it.

In the afternoon, Feng Zhenchang said he was going to the bathroom, but he went to the newsstand and bought the current "Harvest". When he came back, Mei Qiuping naturally complained for a long time. For several dollars, Dad said it. The agency has sent a few copies, what do you spend the money for? Haven't made a lot of money yet, are you lavish?

　　 As soon as he was free, Mei Qiuping read the magazine, and Feng Zhenchang said, “It’s so expensive, I’ll still go and tell the boss, I’ll leave it.”

　　 "Forget it, I bought it all, and I took it back and refunded it. Isn't it contemptuous?"

That afternoon, when the two of them were doing business, they often chatted up with the classmates who were taking care of the business. "Have you seen this issue of "Harvest"? The novel "Nothing Less" was written by my son. "Then I received a lot of praise, true or false.

At about three o’clock in the afternoon, Feng Zhenchang rode a tricycle towards the elementary school, then to high school, and at dinner time, he came back and parked at the entrance of the university. They waited until the eight o’clock bell sounded on the customs clock tower in the distance. Getting ready to go home, Feng Zhenchang rode a bike, Mei Qiuping walked behind, and when she encountered a **** or uneven place, she pushed behind.

　　 When I returned to where I lived, it was almost nine o'clock.

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

　　 where he lives is close to the railway, and the locals built a small building of two to three stories in that area, mostly for rent. The distance between the front and rear rows is less than three meters. If the person in the front row yawns, the back row will be contagious. It is very narrow. The cement pavement in the roadway has been aging or crushed, and it is pitted, and it will suffer even more when it rains.

　　 Feng Zhenchang and the others came back, the sky was already dark, dimly lit, through the window lattice and the door on the ground floor, dappled light and shadow in the alley. The people who were scattered around the provincial capital to beg for a living have also returned home, and a few children played in the alley.

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

　　 "Hehe, where, are you guys selling a lot of chestnuts today!"

　　 At this point, in the neighborhood not far away, it has calmed down. People have finished their dinner and are walking or watching TV. Those who go to bed early are almost ready to go to bed. In the alley, it is the busiest time. The housewives moved the coal stove to the door and were cooking. They came along, smelling the ups and downs. Feng Zhenchang's throat groaned from a family of fried pork with chili, and he hurriedly stepped up. I'm afraid I haven't eaten meat for many days. The fried cold rice I ate in the morning included two steamed buns at noon. Now that I smell this, it's really greedy.

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

　　 Put the car away, Feng Zhenchang wiped his face, then washed and cooked rice, and then he was free. Take the half plate of peanuts left on the table, pour a small glass of loose white wine 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 cooking. The tofu is fried on both sides until it is slightly yellow. When it is served, the bacon is diced and fried with pickled peppers at home. Then the tofu is poured in. Finally, a few garlics are slapped and the pan is delicious. There are also eggplants, stir-fry over high heat, then add pickled peppers, add pickles, and you can cook out without adding salt~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Once the vegetables are fried, an aluminum steamer is placed on the stove. Make up the noodles that have been awake in the morning and knead them into a few buns, put them in the pot, and steam them over the remaining fire. This is their lunch tomorrow.

　　 was hungry, so I ate very quickly. The eggplant was finished, but half a plate of tofu was left. Mei Qiuping cleaned up the dishes. Feng Zhenchang opened a bag and poured out a basin of chestnuts. One by one, he used scissors to cut a small mouth on it. Mei Qiuping had cleaned it up, so he came to do it together. Fortunately, these days I have cooked it well, and soon it was almost 20 jin. The couple stopped now.

By the time I went to bed, it was almost eleven o’clock, and the surroundings were quiet, but there were trains passing by from time to time not far behind the house, and the passenger cars were okay, "not to mention" coming, and "not to mention" walking away, When the truck passed by with a roar, it was very loud and vibrated, and it felt like the bed was moving.

　　 Fortunately, these days have passed, they have adapted to these noises, and they are tired and sleepy when lying in bed. These have little effect on them.

　　 Mei Qiuping had some insomnia tonight, tossing over and over again.

　　 She called Feng Zhenchang, "What's wrong?" Feng Zhenchang didn't fall asleep either.

"You said, is it because the two of us who are parents are incapable and owe so many debts outside, the people in the first house come to collect debts during the Chinese New Year, and the usual food and clothing are not enough, so we force our son to just graduate from elementary school and just think about it. How to make money?"

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