At around four o'clock in the evening, Zhang Junping rushed to Qiu's house.
"You are Xiaolong, right? Just like your sister said, you are very handsome and energetic!" Zhang Junping said to the young man who opened the door with a smile.
Qiu Wenlong, the youngest son of the Qiu family, looks really good!
Inheriting Qiu's mother's appearance and Qiu's father's appearance, she is very similar to Qiu Wenling, handsome in appearance, tall and burly in stature, and with a refined temperament.
"Are you the third brother-in-law?" Qiu Wenlong guessed.
"Yes, it's me!" Zhang Junping nodded with a smile, took out a pen from his body and handed it to Qiu Wenlong, "I heard from mom that you are preparing to take the college entrance examination, so this pen is given to you. I wish you a gold medal!"
"Thank you, third brother-in-law!" Qiu Wenlong was stunned for a moment, then quickly thanked him and took the pen.
This third brother-in-law is really as generous as Lingling said.
The pen that was given as a gift was definitely not an ordinary item at first glance.
"Brother, why are you so polite?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Third brother-in-law, I heard from Third Sister that you have six puppies?" Qiu Wenling ran over and asked.
"yes!"
"Why didn't you bring them? The third sister said those six puppies are beautiful and cute. I still want to see them!" Qiu Wenling said with some disappointment.
"They were a little dirty, so I didn't bring them over.
If you want to see it, just ask your third sister to take you to see it later." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Okay! Okay! Then let's go tomorrow!" Qiu Wenling looked at Zhang Junping with a pair of charming big eyes and blinked.
"You have nothing else to do tomorrow?" Zhang Junping was a little confused.
"No! It's the Chinese New Year, what else can happen?
Years ago, our group didn't assign any tasks to me.
However, I will be busy after the New Year! I have to go to Northern Xinjiang, Western Xinjiang and other military regions to perform condolences.
Brother-in-law, please write me another song!
You don’t know, after hearing the song you wrote for me, our group leader gave me high-fives and told me to practice it and sing this song during the condolence performance later in the year." Qiu Wenling pulled Zhang Junping.
arms, begging with a coquettish tone.
"What song do you want?" Facing his beautiful sister-in-law, Zhang Junping really couldn't bear to refuse.
"Military song! Please help me write another military song. You were a soldier before, so writing military songs will definitely make your life better." Qiu Wenling said happily when she saw Zhang Junping agreed.
"Let me think about it!
The point is, the songs I wrote before were all sung by male voices. I wonder if there are any songs you can sing." Zhang Junping was thinking about whose song to choose.
It's a bit embarrassing to always leave Lao Yan alone.
"It's okay, brother-in-law. I have a bright voice, and some men's songs sound better when I sing them." My sister-in-law said confidently.
"So confident?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"That's right! I am the key training target of our song and dance troupe!" Qiu Wenling raised her pretty face proudly.
Looking at Qiu Wenling's pretty face, Zhang Junping really thought of a song suitable for her to sing.
This time I decided not to pick Lao Yan’s wool, but to pick Sister Song’s.
"Find me a piece of paper and stop tearing up my notebook, right?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Wait a minute!" Qiu Wenling ran into the bedroom like a gust of wind.
Zhang Junping then smiled at Qiu Wenlong and walked to the living room.
At this time, Qiu's mother also came out of the living room, "Pingzi is here."
"mom!"
"Did that girl Lingling pester you for a song just now?" Mother Qiu asked with a smile.
"Oh, you just asked me to write another song for her." Zhang Junping replied with a smile.
Only then did I see guests in the living room.
Zhang Junping looked at Qiu's mother and asked with his eyes who this was.
"This is your Aunt Lin. Your Aunt Lin's lover works in the Organization Department of the District Committee." Mother Qiu explained with a smile.
One sentence clarifies the other party's identity and relationship with his family.
"Aunt Lin, this is my Yanzi's partner."
"Hello Aunt Lin!"
"Okay, okay! The young man is so energetic. Standing with Yanzi, he really lives up to his words. They are a match made in heaven."
"Aunt Lin praised me!" Zhang Junping thanked him politely.
At this time, Qiu Wenling ran over with the paper, and when she came to the living room, when she saw Qiu's mother, she immediately slowed down, turned into a lady, and walked over gracefully.
"Yanzi, you and Xiao Zhang go to your room.
Your sister is pestering Xiao Zhang to write songs for her.
Anyway, you young people don’t want to listen to our chat.” Qiu’s mother smiled and helped Zhang Junping.
"Aunt Lin, please sit down and I won't disturb your chat with my mother."
"Go, go! You young people have a young world, and you don't have to accompany us old ladies." Aunt Lin said with a smile.
"Your son-in-law can also write songs? He is really talented! Why do you think you are so lucky?
Look, you kids are all talented people.
The job is good and the partners are good too." Aunt Lin said with envy.
"What's good, these children are noisy all day long. You have never seen them when they are noisy!" Qiu's mother said with a modest smile.
"That's better than what we have at home. We can't stay home all day long! We fight each other as soon as they meet. I don't know if they were really enemies in the previous life..."
Zhang Junping followed Qiu Wenyan and Qiu Wenling to their boudoir.
"Brother-in-law, I'll give you some paper, hurry up and write!" Qiu Wenling couldn't wait to urge her as soon as she entered the room.
"Do you think writing songs means writing? Just pick up a pen and write?" Qiu Wenyan patted Qiu Wenling's head and taught her a lesson.
"Just because others can't do it doesn't mean that my brother-in-law can't do it! Right brother-in-law?" Qiu Wenling has greater confidence in Zhang Junping than Qiu Wenyan.
"That is an old song I wrote before. If Lingling wants it, just give it to her!" Zhang Junping explained with a smile.
After Zhang Junping finished speaking, he was about to take out his pen, but found nothing. Then he remembered that he had just given the pen to Qiu Wenlong.
"Xiaolong, lend me your pen!" Zhang Junping said to Qiu Wenlong who was standing at the door with some embarrassment.
"Here you go, third brother-in-law!" Qiu Wenlong quickly took out the pen and handed it to Zhang Junping.
Then he stood aside and watched curiously how this third brother-in-law, whom he met for the first time, wrote songs.
Zhang Junping took the pen and began to compose Sister Song's military song.
East, West, South, North, Middle
Let's be soldiers
Come together from all over the world
We are all brothers
Quickly write the lyrics to "East, West, South, North, Middle" and then mark it with the music score.
Then I handed it to Qiu Wenling, "There is a chorus chorus in the front.
You try, just sing the verse part directly."
"Okay! I knew my brother-in-law was the best!" Qiu Wenling took the lyrics and gave Zhang Junping a sweet smile before starting to read the lyrics in her hand.
Qiu Wenlong looked at Zhang Junping in surprise, and then at the lyrics Qiu Wenling was holding.
Has it really been written down?
Qiu Wenling took the lyrics and hummed them again before starting to sing.
East, West, South, North, Middle
Let's be soldiers
…………
Come together from all over the world
We are all brothers
Heart to heart
Love is full of love
A song with southern and northern accents
Hey hey hey
…………
"Pah...pah!" Zhang Junping couldn't help but applaud.
Qiu Wenling's singing is really good. Even though I'm not familiar with it the first time, it still sounds good.
Qiu Wenling's breath is very full, and her voice is crisp and bright, no worse than Sister Song's singing.
As for why Qiu Wenling is not famous despite being beautiful, having a good voice, and singing skills.
This is normal. Not all people who can sing well, have a good voice, and are beautiful will definitely become famous.
Being famous requires a lot of opportunities and a lot of dedication.
"Brother-in-law, this song is so good, I like it!" Qiu Wenling held the lyrics and hugged Zhang Junping's arm excitedly and shouted.
"As long as you like it!" Zhang Junping smiled awkwardly.
Girls in this era are still very pure. They are just like this because they are too excited and regard Zhang Junping as a relative.
But he didn't notice the sly smile flashing in Qiu Wenling's eyes.
"Um, hey hey hey, you can be more straightforward." Zhang Junping said to Qiu Wenling without daring to move.
"I'll try!"
Zhang Junping breathed a long sigh of relief, and his sister-in-law finally let him go.
Turning around, he saw Qiu Wenyan looking at him with a half-smile.
Looking at my brother-in-law again, he was looking at him with admiration.
"Here! Study hard. If you don't understand anything, you can ask your brother-in-law." Zhang Junping returned the pen to his brother-in-law.
"Is my brother-in-law a college student?" Qiu Wenlong asked curiously.
"No, I graduated from junior high school!" Zhang Junping said with a smile, "But I should have no problem teaching you."
"..." Qiu Wenlong was worried about Qiu Wenyan's face and was too embarrassed to speak his mind.
"You will know later, third brother-in-law, although I have never gone to college, I know a lot of things!
Maybe one day, when I am happy, I can go to university and become a professor." Zhang Junping patted Qiu Wenlong on the shoulder, and then left Qiu Wenyan's boudoir.
He heard Qiu Jianguo and his wife coming outside.
Qiu Jianguo's loud voice could not be blocked by the door.
"Brother, sister-in-law!
Liangliang, come let uncle give you a hug, uncle has delicious food here!" After greeting Zhang Junping and Qiu Jianguo, he waved to Liangliang in Lin Shufen's arms.
It's a pity that the little guy hasn't seen Zhang Junping a few times, so he feels a little acquainted with the situation. He lies in Lin Shufen's arms and secretly looks at Zhang Junping.
"Where's Longlong?" Qiu Jianguo glanced into the living room and asked, not seeing Qiu Wenlong.
At this time, Aunt Lin had left, and Mother Qiu went into the kitchen and started working on dinner.
"It's in the Swallow House."
Just as Zhang Junping finished speaking, Qiu Wenyan, Qiu Wenling, and Qiu Wenlong walked out of the bedroom.
"Brother!" Qiu Wenlong was a little excited when he saw his eldest brother.
"Yes! Yes, he has grown taller and is very strong!" Qiu Jianguo stared at Qiu Wenlong for a while, then reached out and punched Qiu Wenlong twice, and then hugged Qiu Wenlong hard.
After letting go of Qiu Wenlong, he introduced him: "This is your sister-in-law, and this is your nephew Liangliang.
Liangliang, this is your uncle!"
“Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, Liangliang is so big!
Brother, you wrote to me and said that you married your sister-in-law and had a child. It seems like just yesterday." Qiu Wenlong sighed and stretched out his hand to Liangliang, "Liangliang, come and let me hug you!"
Zhang Junping was surprised to see that Liangliang, who had been shy and refused to be hugged just now, actually reached out to Qiu Wenlong to hug him.
"Brother, don't be reluctant to part with the medicinal wine I gave you. I'll give it to you after you drink it.
Hurry up and have another one, and make money with this little guy!" Zhang Junping solemnly patted Qiu Jianguo on the shoulder and said.
Zhang Junping's words shocked everyone.
Lin Shufen blushed and whispered about what happened just now when Liangliang refused to let Zhang Junping hold her.
Suddenly.
There was a burst of laughter in the room.
Time flies so fast, and it’s New Year’s Eve in a blink of an eye.
Only then did Zhang Junping discover that BJ people in this era did not worship their ancestors.
Alas! Poor BJ man.
In fact, it’s not that we don’t want to worship ancestors, it’s just that large-scale ancestor worship is not allowed in this era.
We cannot go to the graves and invite our ancestors back home to celebrate the New Year in such a public manner like in rural areas.
I can only secretly place a memorial tablet at home and place incense sticks for my ancestors secretly.
This also includes Zhang Junping’s family.
Zhang Junping's family is even more pitiful. The graves of his grandparents are all in his hometown. Zhang's father can only secretly take his two brothers to find an intersection on New Year's Eve.
Draw a circle, burn some paper money, and ask the passing gods to pass it over.
"Dad, next year, let's go back to our hometown to visit the graves of our grandparents." Seeing Zhang's father's sad look, Zhang Junping persuaded him softly.
"It's not that easy to go back!
It has been decades since I came out, and I still don’t know what my hometown has become.
I don’t know if the old locust tree at the entrance of the village is still there.
When I was a child, I loved playing in the old locust tree, and I wished I could grow up there one day.
Every night, your grandma would stand at the door and shout to the old locust tree: "Little Sanzi, it's time to go home for dinner." Father Zhang smiled, with tears in his eyes, recalling his childhood days.
"Dad, you want to go home and see if anything is difficult?
Now it's not like before, when you could get a BJ while running.
Now that there are cars and trains, is it not easy to go back?" Zhang Junping comforted his father softly.
"That's right! I'm so confused!
Now that you are older, you don’t need to worry about me anymore!
Let's wait until next year for our whole family to go back and have a look!" Only then did Zhang's father realize that it is not the same as it was a few years ago.
A few years ago, in order to make money to support my family, I had no time to go back to my hometown and no spare money to go back to my hometown.
In the past, I could only write letters to my eldest brother and second sister in my hometown, secretly slip in two dollars and ask them to help buy some paper money for my parents.
Now, the eldest brother has become successful and has become the mainstay of the family. He has time and spare money.
Listening to the sound of firecrackers in his ears, Zhang Junping looked at the dark night sky.
Watching the flickering fire in the distance.
Their family is not the only one who chooses to come out late at night on New Year's Eve to burn paper for their ancestors.
Everyone understands each other tacitly, even if they are facing each other, they will not say hello to each other.
And silently choose a place to burn paper money for parents or ancestors far away in their hometown.
Worshiping ancestors is not a superstition, but a traditional custom and cultural inheritance.
When the paper in the circle was almost burned, a whirlwind suddenly blew up.
Roll up the paper ash in the circle, roll it up to the sky, and let it fall to the distance.
Father Zhang was very happy, "Your grandparents have received the money."
"Dad, let's go home!" Zhang Junping couldn't bear to tell the truth, so he just said softly: "It's almost twelve o'clock, it's time to go home and set off the whip."
On New Year's Eve, it is also a traditional custom to set off firecrackers at twelve o'clock in the morning to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.
As soon as I got home, there was a burst of firecrackers outside. It was twelve o'clock in the morning.
Zhang Junan ran into the house, took out the prepared firecrackers, and picked them up with a wooden stick.
"Brother, can you choose me to order some?" Zhang Junan begged.
"Okay! Take your order!" Zhang Junping agreed with a smile.
"Thank you, brother!" Zhang Junan was as happy as a child.
Zhang Junping can understand Zhang Junan's mood very well. After all, he has been a BJ for more than ten years and has never heard the sound of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year.
When I was very young, I had no money in my pocket, so I could only watch people setting off firecrackers and be slanderous.
Later, when I got older, I could earn cents, and occasionally I would have a few cents in my pocket, but the country prohibited the setting off of fireworks.
This makes Zhang Junan feel that his childhood is incomplete.
This year it was finally open, and everyone set off firecrackers in unison.
The small firecracker workshops that were originally secretive all invariably increased their production.
Many production teams have started a side business of producing firecrackers.
Zhang Junan bought a lot of fireworks and firecrackers early.
There is no need for Zhang Junping to worry.
After setting off the whip, Zhang Junan took out a bunch of fireworks.
The fireworks of this era were not the paper tube fireworks of later generations, but were made of mud, like enlarged wowotou, with a fuse on it. After being lit, sparks would shoot out.
Fireworks of this era had a large amount of medicine. A firework made of this kind of steamed buns could shoot two to three meters high and last for one or two minutes.
After setting off the fireworks, Zhang's mother had already laid down the dumplings.
Zhang Junping, Zhang Junan, and Zhao Yuzhi kowtowed to Zhang's father and Zhang's mother to pay New Year greetings, and then they started eating dumplings.
The family finished eating the dumplings and chatted and laughed. It was almost time to go out to pay New Year greetings.
However, Zhang Junping's family had just moved to the field and had no familiar neighbors, let alone relatives.
There is no need to go out to pay New Year greetings, and no one comes to home to pay New Year greetings.
Somewhat deserted.
However, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother were not sad because of the desertion, they both had happy smiles on their faces.
Compared with the past days, when they were very lively but didn't have enough to eat and only dared to eat meat during the New Year, they preferred to spend such a deserted New Year.
A family of five gathered together, Mr. Zhang Junping and the three of them were playing poker. Mrs. Zhang and Zhao Yuzhi were serving tea and water beside them, and from time to time they gave the three people some advice on how to play cards.
Very warm.
At around four o'clock, Zhang Junping gave up his seat to his mother and planned to go to Master's house to pay New Year's greetings.
The six puppies suddenly started barking.
There are guests outside.
Zhang Junping and Zhang Junan hurried out to greet them.
"Uncle Nie, happy New Year!"
"Pingzi, Anzi, happy New Year!
A few of us came here to wish Brother Zhang and sister-in-law New Year's greetings!" Nie Xinghua said with a smile.
Behind him is the leader of the field department Nie Xinghua.
During the Chinese New Year, it is also an old tradition on the farm for leaders to visit every household to pay New Year greetings.
However, most of the people who went there were retired cadres and workers.
Unexpectedly, Nie Xinghua would bring people to their home to pay New Year greetings this year.
Zhang Junping quickly let Nie Xinghua and his party into the house and brought them cigarettes, candies, and melon seeds.
"Brother, sister-in-law, happy New Year! On behalf of the farm party committee, I am here to wish you a happy New Year!"
"Secretary Nie, Happy New Year! Happy New Year to all leaders!" Father Zhang was still a little embarrassed when facing Nie Xinghua and his party who came to pay New Year greetings.
"Brother, you have raised two good sons! I heard that Anzi did very well in school! He is also a class cadre!" Nie Xinghua took Zhang's father's hand and said kindly.