Although we all share the same sky, our moods are different.
The old man in the duty room is immersed in his dull or wonderful memories of the past and his helplessness towards reality.
Luo Xuan, who was picking a large vat in the yard, was in a particularly good mood at this time.
In the courtyard of the brewery, there are countless large pottery jars.
Luo Xuan ignored it for a moment: If there were 15 pottery jars in a row, there would probably be close to 200 large pottery jars in this yard.
On top of each pottery jar, there is a pointed lid made of bamboo.
This was used to block sunlight and rain when brewing bean paste.
Luo Xuan had probably sold some of these discarded pottery jars privately to the old gatekeeper.
I saw a hole in the east and a gap in the west in the yard. It looked like a scab, which had been moved around in a mess.
There were even broken pieces of pottery on the ground, and no one was cleaning them up.
Seeing this situation, Luo Xuan became even more happy!
If the large pottery jars were arranged neatly, it would be easy for the old man to see how many of them he had moved.
It looked like corn cobs that had been gnawed by rats, and the old man would never notice it even if he removed a few mouthfuls from the messy large vat.
Unless he is so idle that he runs to the array of large vats and examines the fresh traces on the ground one by one.
Luo Xuan leaned over and lifted up the pottery vat in front of him. It was estimated that it weighed 6 or 70 kilograms. He could barely lift it up and lift the vat off the ground.
I looked at the duty room.
I saw that the dilapidated door was still closed tightly, and the old man's sad erhu sound was still babbling.
Luo Xuan picked up a large vat, gathered his thoughts, and quickly moved it into the space.
Without even bothering to put away the pottery vat, Luo Xuan quickly left the space again, changed to another place, and brought another large vat into the space.
So back and forth.
In less than 10 minutes, Luo Xuan moved five large pottery jars!
Anyway, if I don't move more today, in a year's time, these big tanks will either be sold by the old man or "confiscated".
In this case, why not move a few more houses?
After moving 5 tanks, Luo Xuan felt a little tired.
After thinking about it, Luo Xuan felt that he had better not go too far. He had these large tanks, which were enough to breed eels and soft-shell turtles.
No need to be too greedy.
Luo Xuan finally deliberately chose a smaller pottery jar, and then walked step by step towards the gate of the brewery.
Walking to the gate, Luo Xuan shouted to the duty room: "Uncle, I have made my choice. Please close the gate!"
"Go your way."
The old man in the room replied impatiently: "No!"
After leaving the door, Luo Xuan closed the door for him with his backhand.
Looking around, seeing no one passing by, Luo Xuan picked up the pottery jar again and placed it in the space.
Then Luo Xuan waved his hands and feet and walked out of the alley.
Earlier at the market, Teacher Chen asked me to go to her house and help slaughter the eels.
Luo Xuan felt that if he went there again at noon, he would feel like he was eating too much.
So after moving the big vat, Luo Xuan was in a good mood and walked towards "115 Victory Street".
This house number is actually very familiar to Luo Xuan’s predecessor: because it is right behind [Hongxing Township Senior Primary School].
It can be said that this house is only separated from Luo Xuan's school by a wall.
It's just that No. 115 Victory Street is a house facing the street.
As for my own school, I need to go through other alleys to enter the primary school gate.
Luo Xuan found No. 115 Victory Street, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Squeak——"
Without knocking twice, the door opened in response.
An old lady with a lot of white hair on her head and a very pale face, but very elegant, appeared from behind the door.
"Excuse me--"
Luo Xuan pondered: "Is this Teacher Chen's home?"
Hearing this, the old lady nodded slightly, then turned and shouted into the room: "Xiao Duan, someone is looking for you."
"Hey, here we come."
There was a crisp sound, and Teacher Chen, who had bought Luo Xuan twice at the frog market before, appeared at the door.
When she saw that the person coming was Luo Xuan, she couldn't help but be slightly startled: "So it's you. You came really early."
When Luo Xuan saw her, he was even more stunned!
What kind of girl is she in front of me?
I saw that she was about 18 or 9 years old, with a fair face with a sheen like white porcelain.
The oval face is not very beautiful, but it is very attractive. It belongs to the type of "the more you look at it, the more attractive it becomes".
Her long, flowing black hair was carefully tied back on her head, and her hair was neatly combed, looking meticulous.
In this era, in a small place like Hongxing Township, there are no shampoos or conditioners.
When the women in the production team wash their hair, it would be nice to have a piece of soap locust.
No one is willing to spend money to buy a piece of pancreatic soap, and no one is willing to buy the fragrant "Shanghai brand" soap to wash their hair.
So the teacher Chen in front of Luo Xuan has beautiful hair that is very rare in a small place like Hongxing Township.
What's even rarer is the aura she exudes, that 'at first glance, she feels very approachable. But upon closer inspection, she makes people feel ashamed of herself'!
Just like the snow lotus on the mountain:
It can only be viewed from a distance, but it is difficult to get close.
When Luo Xuan was in the market before, he could vaguely sense that this Teacher Chen was a little different.
But today.
This was the first time that he saw his true face clearly, and he couldn't help but stand there for a moment.
At this time, Luo Xuan had only one evaluation of her: she was extraordinary and unlike ordinary people.
Seeing that Luo Xuan was dumbfounded, the old lady next to Teacher Chen glanced at Teacher Chen who was also a little dumbfounded and said in a low voice: "Why don't you invite people in? How can you treat guests like this?"
Teacher Chen smiled, smiled at the old lady and said, "Mom, he looks familiar to me. It seems that he is not from Hongxing Township, but more like a young man from Rongdu!"
Rongdu is the capital city of Bashu Province where Luo Xuan was located in this lifetime.
Hear the words.
Luo Xuan lowered his head and looked at the broken straw sandals on his feet and his pants with several holes, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: Children in the provincial capital all wear sandals or white canvas sneakers.
Coupled with blue trousers and a white shirt, how could it be as shabby as what I was wearing?
but.
In this life, his family conditions were not good, and Luo Xuan did not feel inferior because of it.
I am just a young man now. I don't go on a blind date and I don't go on stage to perform. What should I feel ashamed of?
If you really want to get clothes like those of a city kid, it's actually not that difficult.
Even if there are many things that I don’t dare to do now, if I want to make money to buy such an outfit, what’s the difficulty?
Isn’t it just a matter of 20 yuan!
But Luo Xuan, who has a strong heart and is very clear about the direction of the future development of the situation, has no intention of dressing up his appearance.
