Chapter 301 Lao Zhang’s Regret

Fortunately, God is still very proud of his face, at 10 o'clock in the morning.

Xu Qing and his second brother Patriotic were busy making tofu with soybeans, and snow suddenly drifted in the gloomy sky without warning.

The snow first fell quietly for a whole morning as the size of salt grains.

After noon, the momentum gradually became faster and turned into goose feathers, falling bigger and bigger, faster and faster.

Before three o'clock in the afternoon, the snow had accumulated a thick layer, making the ground of the courtyard and the eaves of the houses covered in silver.

At this time, with snow, the New Year atmosphere became stronger, and the cold courtyard also became better.

Xu Qing held his awakened son and stood at the door of the house, looking at the snow scene in the yard, letting the little guy take a good look and see how wonderful and beautiful the world is.

Ma Jinghong has been exhausted from taking care of her children these days. She took advantage of the time and lay on the kang for a nap in the house against the bedding.

The morning before the 29th day of the 12th lunar month, Xu Qing had breakfast early and went to the state-owned store with the little girl.

The little girl was going to work, while Xu Qing bought some things and was going to go to Master Zhang's house to pay homage to Master and his wife in advance, and at the same time, he told the news of his son's birth so that they could also be happy.

After all, in the factory over the years, especially when he first entered the factory, Xu Qing followed Lao Zhang to learn craftsmanship and was also taken care of by him a lot.

Even though these years have passed, Xu Qing still remembers Lao Zhang’s kindness to him in his heart.

In the middle of the master and apprentice, how could Xu Qing ignore it just because he became a cadre?

Xu Damao can do that, but Xu Qing won't.

I bought three kilograms of fruit candy and a pack of jasmine tea. Xu Qing put it in his net bag and bought a peony cigarette and a bottle of 2 qu.

Then, carrying a net bag, walked out of the state-owned shop, and walked slowly over the snow on the street.

It snowed yesterday, and it was still snowing today, so Xu Qing didn't ride a bicycle. He was not in a hurry anyway, so he went there just as he walked.

When I arrived at my master's house, it was more than an hour later. Fortunately, it was not too cold on the snowy day. Xu Qing was wearing a thick cotton jacket, thick cotton shoes made by Jinghong, wool gloves and a scarf, so he didn't feel cold along the way.

When Lao Zhang saw Xu Qing coming, he hurriedly lifted the curtain and asked Xu Qing to enter the house quickly, while shouting and shouting:

"You little brat, come here in the snow, don't be afraid of colds."

Xu Qing grinned and said, "It's okay, I'm wearing thick clothes, so I'm not afraid."

Lao Zhang blamed Xu Qing for his words, but he couldn't help but feel happy on his face.

Zhang Zhenlian sat on the kang and was holding the sole of her mother. When she saw Xu Qing coming in from outside the house, she quickly put down the needlework in her hand and smiled happily:

"Brother Xu Qing, why are you here? This is a cold day, I will help you sweep the snow on your body."

Zhang Zhenlian smiled and the dimples on her face were revealed, which was very likable. She immediately slipped off the kang, grabbed a feather duster and helped Xu Qing clean up the snow on her body.

Xu Qing put the net bag in his hand and the peony cigarette under his armpit on the kang and said:

"I'll do it myself."

Lao Zhang said with a cigarette in his mouth: "Let Zhenlian help me sweep it, you guy, don't stay at home and stay honestly when it snows. What if you catch a cold?"

Old Zhang glanced at the things Xu Qing brought, raised his face, and then said, "I told you to come to the house and don't take things, why are you just not listening!"

Xu Qing smiled naively, "Master, it's New Year's Eve tomorrow. How can I come empty-handed for the New Year?"

Lao Zhang snorted at Xu Qing's words, but his face was still full of smiles.

When Xu Qing told his wife Jinghong to the news that she had given birth to her.

The faces of Lao Zhang and the other two instantly showed joy.

Lao Zhang hurriedly asked, "Xiaoqing, did your wife give birth to you a daughter or a son?"

"son."

"Oh, little brat, you're pretty good at it!"

When Old Zhang heard this, he was so happy, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and sucked two mouthfuls: "Have you named a name?"

"Get up."

"What's the name?"

"Hongzhi."

Lao Zhang sucked a cigarette and nodded, "Good name!"

Zhang Zhenlian took the enamel jar from her mother's hand and put it in front of Xu Qing and said:

"Brother Xu Qing, after the New Year, I will go to your house and I will go see the little guy."

Xu Qing covered the teapot with both hands and said, "Okay, anyway, your sister-in-law has been in confinement for a while. If you come to my house, you can talk to your sister-in-law."

Zhang Zhenlian smiled and nodded.

Before leaving Master’s house, Xu Qing said, “Master, Master’s wife, Zhenlian, my son’s full moon after the New Year, you have to come to my house and have a glass of my son’s full moon wine.”

Zhang Zhenlian smiled and said, "Brother Xu Qing, don't worry, my parents and I will definitely come."

Seeing that his daughter had already responded for him, Lao Zhang smiled and didn't say anything. He put on a cotton jacket and took Xu Qing out of the courtyard, stood in the alley and said, "Stupid brat, be careful on the road."

Xu Qing turned around and said, "Okay, Master, I understand, you should go back quickly."

After Xu Qing finished speaking, he turned around and walked up the alley and headed towards the street.

Lao Zhang held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Xu Qing's back, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Because he is very optimistic about his apprentice.

A few years ago, he even hoped that Xu Qing could get along with his six daughters and let his apprentice be his son-in-law.

Unfortunately, his apprentice married Ma Guohua's daughter, which became a regret in his heart.

Until he could not see Xu Qing, Lao Zhang moved his old legs, which were a little inflexible, and returned to his courtyard.

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On New Year's Eve, the little girl who works in a state-owned store still has to go to work, but she will be back at around 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

After breakfast early in the morning, the little girl went to work with her bag. After Xu Qing sent it out of the courtyard, she saw that the third uncle in the front yard was busy writing Spring Festival couplets.

Xu Qing returned to his home in the backyard, took out the ink and brush left by his younger brother and sister in the past, took out the remaining red paper last year, and wrote Spring Festival couplets in the house.

If you don’t paste Spring Festival couplets during the Chinese New Year, it’s a bad idea this year.

Ma Jinghong stood aside with her son in her arms, watching quietly.

Xu Aiguo was busy mixing the paste and waited to post the Spring Festival couplets written by his elder brother on the door.

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But at this moment, Xu Damao, who lives in the backyard, came over. In previous years, Xu Damao's Spring Festival couplets were written by Xu Qing, and this year was no exception.

As soon as Xu Damao entered the house, he threw out a pack of peony cigarettes and said to Xu Qing:

"Qingzi, my brother's Spring Festival couplets have to be written again this year."

After Xu Qing finished writing a pair, he stopped writing and smiled and said, "Brother Damao, this is nothing. I will write it later and let Aiguo post it to your door."

Xu Damao waved his hand and said, "No, Qin Jingru and I will not go to my parents for the New Year this year. I will spend the New Year in the yard. I will take it back and post it myself later."

Xu Qing said oh, bent down and lowered his head, and continued to write Spring Festival couplets with his brush.

The second uncle, bang Haizhong, originally planned to ask Xu Qing to help write every year, but when he walked to Xu Qing's door with his hands behind his back, he saw Xu Damao and turned around and went to the front yard, asking the third uncle Yan Bugui to help him write.

It’s not that Liu Haizhong doesn’t want Xu Qing to help, but that he doesn’t want to see Xu Damao.

Xu Damao took his official position in the factory, but he had not given up in the center of Liu Hai for the past two years and had been holding a grudge.

However, he was timid and not manly at all. He neither dared to challenge Xu Damao, nor was he afraid of offending Xu Damao, for fear that Xu Damao would stumbling with him in the factory in the future and wear small shoes.

So, Liu Haizhong hid away as soon as he saw Xu Damao.

The third old man in the front yard was delighted when he saw Liu Haizhong coming to write Spring Festival couplets.

After all, he can earn a few packs of cigarettes when he helps people write Spring Festival couplets.

However, in recent years, no one has invited him in the courtyard. There is Shi Zhu's sister Yushui in the middle courtyard and Xu Qing in the backyard, so he can only write to him in the front yard every year.

Today, Yan Bugui was naturally happy and smiled:

"Old Liu, wait, I'll write for your home now."

Yan Bugui held the brush and immediately started writing in his bangs in his small study.

He held a cigarette in his bangs, took out the two packs of big front doors he had prepared and placed them next to Yan Bugui's desk.

Yan Bugui glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and he felt more energetic when writing.

In fact, these two packs of cigarettes were planned to be given to Xu Qing in the bangs.

However, Xu Damao was in Xu Qing's house at this time, and now he asked Yan Bugui to help write the Spring Festival couplets of his house, so he had to give Yan Bugui the cigarette.

More than ten minutes later, Liu Haizhong took a few pairs of Spring Festival couplets and Fu characters written by Yan Bugui for him, and returned from the front yard to the back yard.

At this moment, Aiguo was holding the Spring Festival couplets written by his elder brother Xu Qing and standing at the door of the house to post them.

Liu Haizhong looked at him, turned around and walked back to his home, and said to his two sons:
To be continued...