After much talking, Old Man Ma was allowed to take the eggs back. Old Man Ma's dry eyes shed two lines of tears.
"You are a good person. You remind me of the Red Army who just came to northern Shaanxi." Old Man Ma
Old Man Ma's words made everyone here's eyes turn red involuntarily, and their throats became a little choked.
At this time, Party Secretary Ma came, and he was relieved to see everyone looking peaceful. He was also worried that there might be some conflict between the villagers and the educated youth!
Finally, after Party Secretary Ma presided over the on-site work, the villagers took back all the eggs and other things they brought, while leaving behind the grain and vegetables such as potatoes and cabbage.
After the villagers left, Zhang Jianjun and the others excitedly moved their things back into the house to inventory them.
"Wang Mo, the villagers have come several times to deliver more food than we have now." Zhang Jianjun said happily.
"How many more times will you come to give us gifts? You think the villagers are very wealthy. This is probably because the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so they have a lot of things stored at home. If there are normal times, there will be extra things to give to us." Wang Mo "It's worth it just this time. Why don't you look at other surrounding villages before you see the people in the village?" Zhang Jianjun
Wang Mo rolled his eyes, "You think I'm a coolie and don't need a break?"
Zhang Jianjun touched his head in embarrassment and said, "I think you do it very easily every time. It doesn't take much effort, right?"
"I put in a lot of effort, but you can't tell." Wang Mo
"Hey, by the way, Wang Mo, the Chinese New Year is just a few days away. With so much extra food this time, will we have a good time in the first New Year?" Tian Xiaobo
"I don't have any objections. Just do it as you see fit. If you have too much food, you can go to the village or county to exchange for some meat, oil, etc." Wang Mo
Seeing Wang Mo speak, everyone else was very happy. After all, everything here was given to Wang Mo in name. Without Wang Mo's nod, they would still be embarrassed to make the decision.
Time passed day by day, and after a heavy snowfall, Wang Mo and the others also ushered in their first New Year in northern Shaanxi.
Wang Mo considered that Song Wenxuan was alone, and that his room was deserted and lonely, so Wang Mo came to Song Wenxuan's house and invited him to celebrate the New Year at the Educated Youth Spot.
When Song Wenxuan listened to Wang Mo's words, he shook his head and said: "Let's forget it. I am an old man and you young people have nothing in common, so I won't go. What's more, I am still a person to be punished. Go
If I am reported to you, it will implicate you."
After listening to Song Wenxuan's words, Wang Mo also knew that he wanted to be simple. He was not afraid of being implicated, but the remaining people in the educated youth camp did not know Song Wenxuan's identity. If because of his rash invitation, other educated youths were eventually implicated, then
This is a very unethical way of doing things.
After thinking for a while, Wang Mo said: "Since you are not going, then I will clean up the yard and house for you. When we prepare the meal, I will bring it to you." Wang Mo
"No need to go to such trouble, I can just make do by myself." Song Wenxuan
"That's not okay. I won't care if you do whatever you want at other times, but today is the Chinese New Year." Wang Mo
After saying that, Wang Mo went to the yard and started cleaning, as well as the house. It took more than an hour for Song Wenxuan to tidy up the entire place.
He added some firewood to the stove for Song Wenxuan and heated up the whole house. After boiling water for Song Wenxuan on the stove, Wang Mo left.
Seeing Wang Mo personally tidying up his place, the house was also warm at this time, without the usual air-conditioning.
Since the beginning of winter, Wang Mo has gone out to pick up all the firewood that Song Wenxuan has burned, so he does not need to worry about these trivial matters in life.
If his sheep-herding work hadn't been arranged by the brigade and he had to do it himself, Wang Mo would probably have done the sheep-herding work for him.
At first, I just didn’t want my skills to be lost, and I also took a fancy to Wang Mo’s talent.
But after getting along, he really regarded Wang Mo as his successor. Although neither of them called each other master and apprentice, they both knew that their relationship at this time was that of master and apprentice. p>
Song Wenxuan has thought a lot during these days, thinking that he used to be someone else's guest in Xi'an City, with disciples all over Xi'an City, but after he was in trouble, some of the people who usually respected him were adding insult to injury.
He also stayed far away, for fear of getting them involved.
As for the former disciples and grandsons, either because they were implicated, or they were gloating after seeing their misfortune. When I left Xi'an City, I was alone and in a state of desolation.
Unexpectedly, he accidentally taught Wang Mo something, but Wang Mo was the best to him. This made Song Wenxuan, who was already over seventy years old, feel a lot in his heart.
Wang Mo returned to his residence. At this time, the educated youths were already busy with the dinner party in the evening, and it was also very rich. Because of Wang Mo, there was no need to worry about food in the future. There was still extra food that could be exchanged for some meat and eggs.
Class, and last time Zhang Jianjun and Tian Xiaobo went to the county town, they bought a few bottles of wine.
Seeing Wang Mo back, Zhang Jianjun said: "On New Year's Eve, where have you been busy? Look at the dirt on your body."
"Nothing, let's go and sit at the homes of some fellow villagers. How are you preparing?" Wang Mo asked with a smile.
"It's almost done. Brother, I know your craftsmanship. You have to do whatever you want to do with this fish. I don't trust other people's craftsmanship." Zhang Jianjun
Hearing Zhang Jianjun's words, everyone raised their heads and looked at Wang Mo in surprise. You must know that ordinary families like theirs don't have to do housework at home, let alone cooking. Wang Mo, a high-ranking cadre's son, can do it.
Rice?
Seeing everyone's suspicious looks, Zhang Jianjun said anxiously: "What are you looking at? He is a good cook. Let me tell you, I got this fish specially for him to cook. None of you can
Don’t do it, just let him do it, and you will know when it is done.”
Wang Mo didn't refuse. They had been busy all afternoon and they didn't do anything. They just made this dish, which is what they should do.
"Okay, no problem. You wash the fish for me first, and I'll get some food to send to a fellow villager. He's the only one in the house." After Wang Mo said that, he picked up his lunch box and started cooking.
There are some things in it.
Everyone else knows that Wang Mo often hangs out with a sheepherder. They have a good relationship, and the sheepherder is alone. They also know that Wang Mo brings food to him, and they don't have any objections. He is just alone and can't eat much.