It will be the new year in two hours. The yard is dark and the children don't want to sleep, so they stay up until dawn.

This is the only time in the year that a child stays up late without any reason, invites a few friends, and runs around the village to play.

Pick up firecrackers, throw them into other people's pockets, throw them into a frozen water tank, throw them into a manure pit, or stick them in cow dung. They will fall apart with a "bang" sound. Don't get too close, otherwise you will be killed.

It was a disaster.

The women gathered together to light a fire and warm their hands. They were all red and did not feel cold.

Those who kicked sandbags, jumped rubber bands, and played hide-and-seek all over the village, hid in the erected corn stacks, squeezed in with their bodies, and squeezed out a dark hole, which was the secret base of the children.

It's hard to find if it's hidden inside.

Some children shouted, "Come out quickly, I see you. If you don't come out, we will all go home."

The child's face was very chapped and red, like a rotten apple, but he didn't feel cold and was having so much fun.

A side room in the earthen courtyard had no lights and was dark.

Zhang Guoquan sat cross-legged on the bed, with the white pigeon leaning on his arms and a quilt surrounding him.

The two of them sat there, looking out the window quietly. They could see a few cold stars and the crescent moon hanging on the horizon. From time to time, the sound of firecrackers could be heard.

The two of them were speechless, Zhang Guoquan's chest was still so hot, but Bai Ge felt that Zhang Guoquan seemed a little different tonight, and his heart was beating very fast.

In the dark room, time seemed to have disappeared. The two people hugging each other closely, watching and waiting quietly.

As the crackling firecrackers sounded in the village, the sound of more firecrackers spread and gathered into a group, like the sound of rumbling drums in the dark night.

Zhang Guoquan knew that it was past midnight and the last day of 1986 was over.

The villagers began to make dumplings and eat the first meal of the New Year.

This meal is a must. Even if some people have gone to bed, they still have to get up and eat three or two, because this is a new year, 1987.

In this new year, amid the sound of firecrackers, in the dark room, on the quilt that smelled of sunshine, Zhang Guoquan stretched out his head and kissed the white dove.

Bai Ge's body immediately froze, she was expecting it.

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(If it weren’t for the ban on writing and ink on the platform, I would pour out all the tiger and wolf words with my pen)

Zhang Guoquan was like a calf, and Bai Ge only felt raw and sore.

As the night got deeper, the sound of firecrackers became much quieter and turned into scattered crackling sounds. Occasionally, the sound of dogs barking could be heard.

It's dawn,

Smoke curls from the kitchen.

My mother and Bai Ge were busy until noon, and there were dumplings for every meal. In this happy time, Zhang Guoquan had a good time.

When I went back, I brought a lot of food, which the white pigeons like to eat, for fear of starving the white pigeons.

Zhang Guoquan knew that my mother was so kind to Bai Ge. On the one hand, she did it from the bottom of her heart. On the other hand, she wanted to make Zhang Guoquan's life in his father-in-law's family easier.

Also a year later, he looked at the short grave and thought that it was my mother's selfless maternal love for him that was the key to keeping his original intention.

When I returned to the east end of the village, I saw a strange man standing at the door of the courtyard.

Zhang Guoquan didn't know that man, and he had a sense of perseverance all over his body. He could only describe it this way. Later, he realized that this was not called perseverance, but a sense of perseverance.

Bai Ge exclaimed: "Brother Chun Niu."

It turned out that he was Zhao Chunniu, and Zhang Guoquan nodded slightly at him.

It was Zhao Chunniu who reported the person who really harmed Yang Lei, so that Zhang Guoquan could be cleared of suspicion and no longer had to endure hardship in the detention center, so that he could rush back to reunite with Bai Ge on the last day of the New Year.

He should be grateful to Zhao Chunniu, but he couldn't feel happy about this person. Anyway, he just felt uncomfortable.

Bai Ge didn't think too much and warmly greeted Zhao Chunniu to come in and sit down.

"Brother Chunniu, why are you here? I'm sitting in the room. I originally planned to go to your house to say thank you in person in two days. If it weren't for you, Guoquan might not be able to come back now." Bai Ge said gratefully.

Zhao Chunniu said: "Sister Bai Ge, you are too polite. As a villager in Yangjiazhuang, this is what everyone should do."

Looking at Bai Ge, Zhao Chunniu changed the topic and said: "That Bai Ge girl, you go back to the house first, I will have a few words with Guo Quan."

Bai Ge glanced at Zhang Guoquan, then obediently turned his wheelchair into the kitchen.

Zhang Guoquan was silent for a while, then suddenly shrugged his shoulders: "Brother Chunniu, I still want to thank you."

In any case, they did help Zhang Guoquan. It would be unjustifiable if he didn't even say thank you.

"Brother Chunniu, if you have something to say, just say it."

He knew that Zhao Chunniu came here specially on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and he definitely didn't want to hear a word of thanks from him.

Zhao Chunniu suddenly became happy, looked at Zhang Guoquan and said: "You are really a straight-tempered person. I like you quite a lot. It seems that we get along very well."

"I live in a village. If I have the chance, I will pay a special visit." Zhang Guoquan said calmly.

Zhao Chunniu nodded. He admired Zhang Guoquan. Such people usually do things to extremes and never give up until they achieve their goals. He likes to be friends with such people.

But at the same time, he wanted Zhang Guoquan to look at him again, so he could only comfort Zhang Guoquan mentally.

Zhao Chunniu said: "I heard from Yang Lei that you still haven't given up on mining river sand?"

"That's right, there was something wrong originally, but now the machine has been repaired and everything is moving in the right direction."

Zhao Chunniu nodded and said: "Well, you are just a door-to-door son-in-law. No one will take you seriously. Why do you think of doing such a big thing?"

Zhang Guoquan shook his head and said: "Don't think of me as too noble. I'm just doing it for the wasteland below and to prevent myself from starving to death. That's all."

"Haha, you said everything in your heart, but you were very sincere." Zhao Chunniu asked: "Guoquan, do you want to accomplish this?"

Zhang Guoquan answered honestly: "It is beneficial to me and Yangjiazhuang, so I naturally want to do it."

"Actually, it's complicated to do this, and it's easy to do simple. Generally, when you want to mobilize the village collective to do one thing, you must have an aura of heroism to lead it."

Hearing this, Zhang Guoquan was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that Zhao Chunniu, a simple farmer, would say such a strange opinion.

Zhang Guoquan looked at him and said, "What about you? You reported the bad guys who harmed Yang Lei, so many people in the village regard you as a hero."

Zhao Chunniu waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, I am doing good things for the people at most. Real heroes die and disappear. Only such people will magnify the word hero infinitely, and finally form a kind of "

ism'."

I have to say that the idea of ​​"the doctrine of heroes driving village collectives" did influence Zhang Guoquan for a long time. Even when he and Zhao Chunniu became strangers again, he still deeply remembered this sentence.

He had done this once with the village collective as his work goal, which was the last time he wrote a petition for Yang Jianmin.

Thinking about it now, if more than 800 households were able to sign the petition without leaving their homes, perhaps Yang Jianmin was a kind of hero in their hearts, so it was Zhang Guoquan who was able to accomplish this successfully that time.

What about the mining of river sand this time?

Zhang Guoquan understood: "You want to say Yang Lei, right?"

"My brother is really smart. Yes, if you want to accomplish this, you must perform a heroic deed. Then the villagers will regard him as a role model, and then they will continue to complete this matter, regardless of reward." Zhao Chunniu admired it.

looked at Zhang Guoquan.

"The word "hero" you mentioned is too big. I would rather Yang Lei wake up than be the kind of dead and disappearing hero you talk about."

Zhao Chunniu looked stunned and laughed: "Haha, let me tell you something happy. Yang Lei woke up last night. It's a pity that Yang Dafu can't die."

Last night was New Year's Eve, and Yang Lei woke up in the new year. Of course Zhang Guoquan was happy, but what he was confused about was Zhao Chunniu's last sentence.

"What, you want Yang Dafu to die?"

Zhao Chunniu asked back: "Don't you hope?"

It was Yang Dafu who hit Yang Lei and threw bloody stones into his yard, blaming Zhang Guoquan for Yang Lei's injuries and making him suffer in the detention center. Of course he hated Yang Dafu.

However, Zhang Guoquan could only shake his head: "On the premise that Yang Dafu died, Yang Lei died."
Chapter completed!