MTL - A Rural Life in the 70s-Chapter 959

As the days get better, there are a lot more people in the village who buy TV sets. Counting, there are more than ten TV sets in the village.

There are more TV sets, and people with TV sets don’t have to be like movies. But on weekdays, if they have dinner every night, there will still be familiar neighbors who come to watch TV.

When I watched the TV home the day before, everyone agreed to watch the Spring Festival Evening. But during the day, the Wang family was so big and drove to the capital to treat the children. The neighbors were worried that the family’s mood would not be Ning, the mood is not good, not disturbing, this evening, actually no one has ever watched TV.

Chenghe was tired with three small playes, frozen, and finally returned to the house. Song Xiulian pulled a few children to the warmth of the shackles. Wei Aimei went to the kitchen to cook dumplings, filling the stomachs and warming several children.

When Song Xiulian placed the child and walked into the kitchen, he saw that Wei Aimei was in front of the stove pit and was crying.

Her daughter can't be at home for the New Year, she is not good at heart, not to mention the big three children have gone, the grandson of the daughter-in-law and the baby is gone... No wonder Wei Aimei is sad.

"Da, don't cry, New Year!" Song Xiulian endured tears and handed a towel to Wei Hongmei.

Wei Aimei took the towel and tried to wipe the tears from her face, but the more she rubbed it, the more she rubbed it. Finally she gave up and licked her face with a towel: "This is a slap, not a good year." ......"

Song Xiulian's personality is soft and weak, but accepting his father's snack business, taking care of the snack shop and the factory, the time is long, although the character is still gentle, but the weak part is reduced by more than half, on the contrary, more decision and determination.

She sat down next to Wei Hongmei and looked at the fire in the stove. She said softly: "You have to think about it, you can't be together for one year. Next year, we can have more people in our home."

Again: "The more we do, the more we can't tell people. If not, it is likely to lead to suspicion. If the people are chased, the children are not guilty of this crime? What's more, there is a stomach. The one..."

Wei Aimei is not that kind of ignorant, but the atmosphere of joy in the New Year has suddenly changed, and it is a sad time. So Song Xiulian persuaded her, she was also arrogant, wiped her eyes with a towel, and received the sadness, the gaze of the fire reflected, but the sound still had a thick nasal voice: "You can rest assured, I know the weight... ”

Just the water in the pot opened, Song Xiulian patted her hand, got up and started to make dumplings, the dumplings went to the pot, and Song Xiulian washed two eggs and threw them into the pot: "When I use the eggs to roll my eyes, I will save tomorrow morning." Come and go are always goodbye, and people can see what is not good."

Said to give a few small dumplings, in fact, a lot more, together with the end of the inner room on the table, the old and the young captain, the stool, pull the stool to sit on the stool, surrounded by eating dumplings, watching the Spring Festival Evening, although less A few people, but no one mentioned this, just laughing and eating dumplings for the New Year.

Still half an hour and a half, Xiaodong and Chenggui couldn’t hold back. They would have prepared the large-scale firecrackers and dozens of fireworks of different sizes, and urged the three brothers to go out and put them on the flowers.

Wang Jianguo was old, and his spirit was not good. He leaned on the **** and watched TV fall asleep. Li Xiuying went back to his room early and fell asleep. The TV didn't look at it.

Wang Lijun Wang Limin and his two brothers drank a pound of Wuliangye at night, but they didn't have much drunkenness. Looking at the enthusiasm of several children, Wang Limin also jumped down and pulled the shoes out: "Go, let's go and put flowers, Going to suffocate, the next year is smooth and smooth, ... (the children) are safe and peaceful."

Wang Lijun smacked his face hard, and promised loudly, and followed him to go out, and also greeted his wife and younger brother: "You two also dressed warmly together with the land, the children are not at home, our family should still It’s so lively and lively!”

Wei Aimei and Song Xiulian are trying to clean up the cups and cups on the table. After waiting for the zero point, basically no one eats and drinks, removes the leftovers, puts on the dried fruit snacks, or speaks the old age, or sleeps with the children... ...

However, listening to Wang Lijun so greeted, Wei Aimei first agreed to take advantage of it, with Song Xiulian hand in hand, turned back to get the old down jacket usually worn.

Wang Limin stood at the door of the house and turned back to his wife and laughed: "What about you and Da Yu's new down jacket?"

"Oh, this midnight, the second child, you will make trouble..." Wei Aimei smiled.

Before she finished, Song Xiulian had already agreed with a smile: "Where, I will take it. Dad, bring the new one to wear, and you must wear the new fresh and fresh!"

When she said this, Wei Aimei did not feel embarrassed, and readily agreed, and the two went back and put on their new Chinese new down jacket. By the way, Chenghe and Xiaodong Xiaoxia Chenggui were also pulled back by their respective mothers to change their clothes.

After Wang Lijun and the two old people’s yards were together, they only broke the middle wall. The door used the Wang Lijun’s original. In the spring of this year, Wang Lijun took the time to add a layer of brick skin to the house. The reinforcement was raised a bit, the simple door was also flipped over, and the door was opened and the gate was opened. During the Chinese New Year, two red lanterns hung under the building, bright and festive, and in a dark village, the hall was bright and eye-catching.

Under the red lanterns, Wei Aimei and Song Xiulian stood together, wearing the latest fur collar down jackets of Zhan Zhan. Once the rural women, after a good day, there was no wind and sun, and the skin was white. Many years ago, Song Shengshu Before I went to the capital, Song Xiulian pulled Wei Aimei to go to the city and burned her hair. Now, the two are standing under the lanterns. It is really not like people from rural areas.

Wang Lijun and Wang Limin were also dressed neatly, standing red at the door, greeting a few children to put flowers and flowers.

As soon as it was zero, every household in the village went out to put a gun and fired a gun. Several neighbors saw the scene of the Wangjia Gate, which was somewhat unexpected.

Liu Xiaofang wore a red bread dress and saw Xiao Xia coming over to talk. He saw Wei Aimei and Song Xiulian coming out and couldn’t help but sighed. "Enjoy the big sister and the second sister!"

Not only wearing the latest down jacket, but also ironing his head, looking like a city man!

She looked at her door again, there was no one, there was no lantern, it was dark and lacquered... She only had her and her sister, and the old man disliked that there was no male, and he didn’t whip every year.