Chapter 32: Warm winter
After entering the middle of winter, it is difficult to have good weather.
As of today, I have not seen the sun for a whole week. The sky is gray, no, it is gray in the world. Except for a few juniper cypresses in front of the main building, it is hard to see the green.
Feng Yiping was afraid of the cold when he was a child. Now he is wearing two sweaters stacked together. Outside the two sweaters, there is a small woolen vest tied up. I wore long trousers and woolen trousers. I wore a total of three pairs of trousers and two pairs of socks. The cotton shoes my mother made last year were not too small, but the soles were worn off, so they were nailed to the palms.
In this way he still feels cold, his ears have been frostbitten, and his earlobes are red and red. When he goes to bed at night, when he touches the heat in the quilt, he feels particularly itchy, itching to the point of scratching his heart, and he can't help but scratch with his hands. A thin layer of dead skin will be caught. Misfortune never comes singly, the heel seems to have signs of frostbite.
At lunch, the cold wind kept blowing, seeping through the clothes, freezing to the bones, and blowing to the face. Tsk tsk, it's really the same as the ice skate on the face.
Feng Yiping put the enamel bowl under his armpits, put his hands in his trouser pockets, shrank his head, and walked in front of him, crouching. Xiao Zhijie came over from behind with a newly sold woolen hat and patted him on his back. Why are you so afraid of the cold? You wear so much, and you are still frozen like this, then you sit in the classroom and I'll cook for you.
"Okay!" Feng Yiping stuffed the bowl into his hand and ran to the classroom without hesitation.
Wang Changning came up and took Xiao Zhijie's shoulders, "Simply, bring back my meal!"
Xiao Zhijie didn't give an angry twist, "I was supposed to be polite to him, then he took it seriously."
The classroom is actually very cold, the tiled room is very big, the beams are raised high, and the air leaks everywhere, but it is not as strong as the outdoor wind.
If this novel is published, I must buy some clothes, Feng Yiping thought fiercely. Although he wears a lot of sweaters and trousers, the wool is all the sweaters that his sister can't wear, and the sweaters that his parents wore torn apart. Therefore, the two sweaters and the vest are variegated, and they are not warm.
Cotton shoes are heavy and airtight. When your feet sweat, they become cold inside. They are warm shoes, but they are not warm. Maybe everyone is the same, so when get out of class is over, there will be waves of stomping in the classroom.
In such weather, writing with a cold pen in your hand is definitely not a good experience. You have to stop and rub your hands for ten minutes at most. Some students used canned bottles and went to the cafeteria to finally grab some boiling water to warm their hands, but within half a class, the boiling water turned into cold water. No way. At this time, you can't even buy a hot water bottle. Even if you buy it, don't expect the school to provide these hundreds of students with unlimited supply of boiling water-how much firewood you have to burn.
A pair of woolen gloves costs two or three yuan, which is too expensive. Most students buy cheap white labor protection gloves. Cheap is cheap, and the effect of keeping warm is quite ordinary. It can only be said that it is better than nothing, but the wisdom of the working people is endless.
Winter is the dry season. The county’s hydropower stations have greatly reduced power generation, and there are frequent power outages. During the evening self-study, some people light up homemade oil lamps with ink bottles and toothpaste skins, and some two light a candle together. Soon, someone invented a method to apply a layer of wax to the outside of labor protection gloves, not to mention, it was really warm, so this method quickly became popular.
But some teachers just can't get through with students.
I wandered around the classroom with my hands in my arms, and when I saw someone with gloves writing homework, I criticized them, "Look at what you write, like a dog, take off your gloves! I can't bear such a bit of suffering, and I can count on it in the future. What a great promise."
So these days, as soon as they finished dinner, Feng Yiping ran to Wang Yumin's house because they had a brazier at home, and as soon as they opened their door, the heat rushed in. Every day at the end of Professor Zhu, Feng Yiping used to roast chestnuts for the little swallows, and stayed by the brazier. In Wang Yumin’s words, he wanted to pounce into the fire. Wang Yumin didn’t remind him three or four times. Back to the classroom, it is the happiest thing to have a brazier at this time.
In the double-card tape recorder on the table, Ye Qianwen’s "Walk A Time" is played, which is the most popular song this year. Little Yanzi's mouth was stuffed with chestnuts, and the one that was just peeled out was largely given to Feng Yiping. Feng Yiping brought this all from home. When it was roasted on charcoal fire, it exuded a warm and sweet fragrance, and when it was bitten in the mouth, it was crackling.
Think about him listening to music, eating chestnuts, and burning fire while other classmates have to suffer in the cold classroom, and there is an extra kind of happiness, cool!
He did not expect that he would bring such additional benefits when he first went to Teacher Zhu.
"Okay, go to the classroom, and take these homework books back by the way." Wang Yumin urged for the third time today.
"Goodbye, Little Swallow." Feng Yiping rubbed Little Swallow's face with his warm hands, and returned to the classroom with a large stack of workbooks to be distributed.
After the last monthly exam of this semester, 1993 has entered in an instant. The learning atmosphere became tense again, because there were less than twenty days before the final exam. At the same time, the Spring Festival is getting closer.
I went back to my grandfather's house on Saturday. Grandpa didn't cook any food, the next noodles. The third uncle's family killed the New Year's pig, and the uncle's family had already been invited to eat once. Tonight, please ask him and grandpa to go there.
Far away from Sanjiu's house, I smelled the scent, the scent of peanuts, it seemed that the peanut oil was just squeezed.
Sanjiu’s house is three bungalows next to Youfang. Although it is not a building, it must be top-notch in the village. A one-meter-high sanitary wall was made of cement under the outer wall, painted with white ash, and the doors and windows are also cement ash, which has the color of public buildings in this era.
Yangyang’s face was frozen, wearing heavy cotton-padded clothes and trousers, playing spinning tops in front of the door, and when he saw them, he yelled into the room, "Grandpa Heping is here."
The door opened, and the third uncle walked out with a reluctant face. Third aunt said loudly in the kitchen, "Didn't you say that you like Dad the most? Just play with Dad. I'm very busy now."
Yunyun followed out to tease his younger brother, "Dongdong, didn't you say that you like your mother the most in the morning? Why are you now your favorite dad?"
Dongdong, who went to kindergarten, shouted at his sister on the shoulder of his third uncle, "Because my mother doesn't give me balls, I certainly don't like such a stingy adult."
"Haha," even Grandpa laughed.
The dinner is very rich, the third aunt is very good, and the skills that the housewife should have are not bad. One person first has a bowl of pork liver soup. The liver is of course very fresh. It is thickened with starch. The soup is thick and sprinkled with shallots. Pork liver is neither young nor old, just suitable, not fishy at all, and very salty, one word, fresh! Two words, very fresh! Three words, very fresh!
After the delicious pork liver soup, there is soy bean and pig's feet soup. Knowing that Feng Yiping has never liked soy beans, he only has a few soy beans in his bowl. They are all pig's feet, which is very solid.
The soup has been simmered for a long time, the gum in the pig's feet is boiled out, and the oil is also boiled out. For Feng Yiping, a person who eats pickled vegetables at school all year round, he is a little greasy. However, the pig's feet are not greasy at all, and the fat part, like jelly, "chuckles" and goes to the throat. The lean meat is the best. It is a few more delicious than the lean meat of other parts of the pig. The meat is rich in flavor, lean and not woody, and a bit waxy. As for the bones, the chopsticks lightly chop them, and they are separated out without any shredded meat on them.
The fried tofu is put in the pot with the twice-cooked pork, half of the cabbage and half of the mung bean vermicelli are placed on top, and the broth is added. The noodles have just been covered. Sprinkle a little bit of homemade chili powder on top and sprinkle with garlic. It became the big pot dish tonight. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
Grandpa and third uncle drank, and the others ate. Third aunt was the busiest. She had to feed Dongdong. Dongdong's meal was very dishonest. It took a long time to give mother face and a small bite.
This made Feng Yiping remember that when he was feeding his son to dinner, he and Zhang Yan were red-faced and white-faced, all kinds of good words, all kinds of threats, all kinds of promises, all the hard work, the son only took a bite, after the meal, two An adult is exhausted.
As a housewife, the third aunt had to greet grandpa and Feng Yiping to eat well, so she could only take a few bites, and wait until Yunyun was full and took Dongdong over, so that she could eat safely.
For a few hours before and after this meal, Feng Yiping's mouth was fragrant and he had a bowel movement.
After dinner, grandpa and third uncle were talking at the table, third aunt was cleaning up, and Feng Yiping watched TV with his three cousins and cousins. There was still a TV without a remote control, so Yang Yang stood in front of the TV and kept changing channels. Dongdong couldn’t get quiet. He bounced on Feng Yiping. Feng Yiping pressed him on his lap, "Dongdong, You are very full, and you will vomit if you jump like this."
Yunyun said, "He just has no memory. He ate a lot of meat two days ago, and then jumped and jumped, and he vomited once."
During the period, the third aunt came over to talk to Feng Yiping, and never asked Feng Zhenchang when they would come back. Feng Yiping said that it was about a year or so, and the third aunt invited him to stay for a few days after the holiday. Yangyang, the three of them like to play with him.
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