MTL - A Rural Life in the 70s-Chapter 71

Song Xiulian is very happy. She is learning to sew and there is no book to watch. The book brought back by the niece can be regarded as an emergency.

She praised the prostitute and hugged the book to go out. Xiaoqiu quickly sent her new bag: "Mother, let's go back, and the book is cut in the middle."

Song Xiulian felt that it was convenient to have a school bag, but she didn't have a good time to borrow with a prostitute... Now the prostitute took the initiative to use it for her. She also picked it up and put the book into her schoolbag and hurried away.

Looking at the mother's distance, Xiaoqiu retracted, closed the door, and did not insert the cutting, this time I found a pair of scissors, carefully removed the sandwich of the folder. When she finally opened a small slit, the things inside showed a small piece, and the scissors in Xiaoqiu’s hands almost fell to the ground—a small section that was exposed, although it was dark and black, Xiaoqiu could It is concluded that these fine objects are definitely not copper!

- It turned out to be a pair, golden handcuffs! Embroidered with diamonds!

Ping Fu regained his mood, and Xiao Qiu decisively took the folder and took it away. This thing can't be taken out anyway. Is there any difference between it and no?

Then, she took out the small pieces of old furniture, and carefully identified them. After she gathered them for a while, the old furniture was repaired with some bruises and abrasions, although it was still a glance at the old things. Come, the appearance is much better than before. Of course, because the time is too short, the place with large defects still exists, and there is no complete repair, but Xiaoqiu is also relieved. As long as it is collected, it will be able to repair these damaged parts in the morning and evening. Of course, if you say that a table lacks two legs, the defect should be no way. Fortunately, Xiaoqiu is not greedy. She collects the furniture and it is the wood. If the defect can be repaired, it can be repaired and cannot be repaired. In the future, wood is worth a lot of money!

These things have been read again, Xiaoqiu took the two old books and looked them up. After some repairs, the pages of the old books that have been damaged have been repaired, but the pages that are missing are no longer available.

She turned over, there is a similar travel note, the other is a collection of poems, the collection of poems she has learned a few, are Song poetry. This poem is obviously old, and the pages are yellowish and dark, and some are brittle. Xiaoqiu did not dare to turn over after reading a few pages. He took an old newspaper and wrapped the two books and collected them again.

She doesn't understand these things, and she can't identify the age and value, but she has such a baby collection, she is not in a hurry, waiting to find someone who knows this to identify it.

Busy for a long time, the sky is already dark. She washed her face again and changed the dirty clothes on her body. Before she washed the clothes, Xiaodong woke up.

As she waited for the little brother, she calculated it in her heart. If she went again, she had to get an old dress to wear it. Every day, she washed the clothes and tried hard to say it.

After two days of going to the acquisition station, after being questioned by the woman, Xiaoqiu decided not to go temporarily. Things are limited, and she can find what she can collect. She claims that even if there are omissions, it is limited. If I continue to go, the gains will be small, and then people will be too skeptical.

So, at noon on the third day, after Song Xiulian came home, she came out again and turned.

This time, she went around the relatively wealthy county government's family home and walked along a neat little alley, and she was sure to meet a neat and clean old lady. Seeing that the old lady was carrying a basket in her hand, she knew that it was out to buy food.

The old lady talked to herself as she walked: "...hey, my little tiger is sick. If you go out, you can buy some meat, or you can eat dumplings for Xiaohuzi..."

Xiaoqiu did not keep up, but turned back quietly, from the other end of the hutong, and blocked the old lady at the entrance of the family hospital. After a few steps, she took a bamboo basket and put it together. Depressed the voice: "Grandma, do you want lamb? The little goat that just killed, the dumplings are delicious!"

"Hey, is there really mutton?" The old lady was overjoyed, exclaimed, and quickly looked around in a vigilant manner, pulling Xiaoqiu’s arm around the door and walking to the side of the two big trees, whispering. "Women, your lamb, come out and see me!"

Xiaoqiu opened the cloth covered in the bamboo basket and revealed a large piece of fresh lamb. The old lady’s eyes were sharp, and across the sloping grass under the mutton, she also saw the white flowers under the straw paper, and the eyes were brighter: “Taro, you still have rice...”

Because Xiaoqiu took out a lot of meat, four or five pounds, the old lady could not buy it alone, but still remembered the old neighbor, and led Xiaoqiu back to the family's home, knocking on the door of her neighbor. The old lady with the family divided the meat. The mutton has a total of six pounds and sixty-two, according to eight cents a pound, a total of five quarters, and Xiaoqiu received two people and five two. In addition, the rice in the basket was wrapped up by the first old lady. After being called, it was fifteen and a half pounds. According to the bargaining price, the rice was settled for two catties, and Xiaoqiu received three yuan.

The two old ladies were very vigilant, sent Xiaoqiu out, and greeted Xiaoqiu to come back to play, like that, with the elders sending their granddaughters. In fact, it is better to say with Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu gave them a pair of two pounds of soybean oil to calculate a piece of two pounds at the bargaining price!

Xiaoqiu, who earned eight yuan and two cents, was so smug and self-satisfied. He took out a pound of more and more sheep. He went back and said that he had bought it in the restaurant. Song Xiulian didn’t have much heart. At night, the family ate. A fragrant mutton soup.

The next day, at noon, Xiaoqiu came to the county government's family hospital. The two old ladies waited for a long time. When the soybean oil that Xiaoqi took out was clear and transparent, they were all happy. Another old lady bought the 16 kilograms of rice brought by Xiaoqiu’s day. Xiaoqiu earned more than eight pieces this day!

Xizizi came out of the old lady's house. Xiaoqiu saw a small box under the root of the old lady's courtyard. The box should be a lacquer ware, but the paint was mottled and worn.

Xiaoqiu pointed at the box and asked, the old lady did not think very much: "Before the broken wooden box, the little grandson played in the earth... If you like it, take it. That, there is rice and oil, but Remember you, Grandma Li!"

Xiaoqiu naturally promised to put the wooden box into the basket and quit the basket.

Without a family door, Xiaoqiu couldn't help but open the cloth and watched it. He was walking down his head. He slammed into a person. She quickly looked up and apologized: "I'm sorry, sorry..."