The Yuan family wanted Fang Xiaochuan, the eldest son of Yuan Chunhua, because they wanted the child to earn work points when he was older. Zhang Tiezhu wanted the youngest because he thought that the child could not remember anything yet, but if he could raise him to maturity, he would be his own son in the future.
It's a pity that the Yuan family and Zhang Tiezhu's plans failed.
No one in the village wants to raise someone else's son. Whether he can raise it well or not is another matter. It costs too much food. This is not a girl's movie. When he is raised, he can receive some betrothal gifts and marry him off. To raise a boy, he can only invest money in it.
Yes, a half-grown boy can eat a lot.
It’s not that the commune members are unsympathetic, but it’s not easy for every household.
Jiang Xinyu felt sad in her heart. A good person was gone after saying goodbye, leaving four children behind. He was also a pitiful person.
Yuan Chunhua's body was still lying in the house. Chen Xiuyun did not let her two daughters see it, but went to her yard with four hard-boiled eggs and some cakes.
Chen Xiuyun was not the only one to give food to the four children. The four children's eyes were swollen like walnuts from crying.
Chen Xiuyun couldn't bear it, but what could she do?
Chen Yi found out about this the next morning, discussed it with his mother, and carried ten kilograms of the stick noodles at home to the four children.
In order to avoid Zhang Dali, the wheat brought back from Guizi Mountain has not been processed yet, but recently Widow Wang took the trouble to secretly grind some and eat it, which was deducted from Chen Yi's share.
Zhang Dali is a time bomb, and the risk of taking out wheat is quite high. Chen Yi no longer wants to go out, and wants to wait for Li Lei to come back next time, so he directly pays the corresponding money to get rid of the problem.
Yuan Chunhua's eldest son Fang Xiaochuan is not very old, but he seems to be much more sensible than other children of the same age.
Chen Yi touched his head and said, "Hide all the food and don't tell anyone, do you understand?"
Fang Xiaochuan nodded vigorously, with tears in his eyes.
Ten kilograms of grain will not last long, and this kind of subsidy cannot be cut off in the future.
Chen Yi didn't care about the food, and he didn't judge Yuan Chunhua's right or wrong. Anyway, these four children were really pitiful.
Jiang Xinyu is going to school. In the past two days, Chen Xiuyun has cooked some chili sauce, mixed it with some crushed ginger and peanuts, and added some white sugar. The taste is quite good.
Xie Xiaofang had already told her that the school had dedicated cooks who cooked big pots of rice for the teachers, and the meal took place in the male teacher's dormitory.
The cook has a small account book specially for keeping accounts. He will clearly record how many meals and dishes he has eaten. The account is settled once a month. However, before each meal, he must report to the cook in advance.
Only then can the staff prepare enough meals.
Compared with the big pot of rice for a large number of students, the number of teachers is much smaller. However, according to Xie Xiaofang, the taste of the rice is just like that. Eating Chinese cabbage in the winter makes people want to vomit.
It was the first time in her life to be a teacher, so Jiang Xinyu was somewhat excited.
Chen Xiuyun has not gone to work these days, but today she and Jiang Yuzhu went to see Jiang Xinyu off.
The old cabinet at home is placed on the back seat of the bicycle. There is also a straw bag hanging on the handlebar. There is a big watermelon in it. There is chili sauce and some food in the bag.
When they arrived at the dormitory, Song Guifang, her husband Zhu Lin, and their children were all there.
Six people packed the room to the brim.
It was inevitable for the two parties to say hello, so Chen Xiuyun took out a fruit candy and gave it to Song Guifang's daughter.
After settling in, Chen Xiuyun took Jiang Yuzhu back on his bicycle.
Song Guifang and her husband also returned with their children, and the dormitory instantly became quieter.
Jiang Xinyu took a basin with water and washed her face, then went to the barber shop to get her hair cut.
The original owner's hair is thick, long, black and shiny. Every time she washes her hair, it's a big job. People who live in the summer heat can't stand it.
I heard that haircuts can be sold for money these days. I wonder how much her beautiful hair can be sold for.
"Sister Song, I'm going to get a haircut, do you want to go?"
Song Guifang wore the Liu Hulan hairstyle that many women wear these days. Her hair couldn't be cut shorter, but she was going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy something, so she just got up and went with her.
"Your hair is so good. It can be sold for a higher price at a barber shop in the county. In our commune, it probably won't cost a dollar."
Song Guifang has also sold hair, so she knows a lot about it.
Jiang Xinyu touched her braids and said, "It's too hot. I can't wait to go to the county and negotiate with the boss later."
She has endured this long hair for a long time. It looks good and is really hot.
The barber shop was very simple, and those who came to get their hair cut sat on stools. When the two of them arrived, there was not even a place to sit.
When it was Jiang Xinyu's turn, the boss looked at her long hair and his eyes shone, "Where to cut it? If you are like that lesbian, I will give you one dollar."
Song Guifang was a little surprised when she heard this. One dollar was a lot. She only sold it for four cents before, but her hair was yellow and split, and it was not as long as Jiang Xinyu's.
Jiang Xinyu gestured, saying that it must be a hair longer than Song Guifang's hair if it reaches the back of her shoulders, "Just cut it that long. My hair is good. If you go to the county to cut it, you can get more. If yours is less than one hair, I will cut it."
Let’s go to the county later.”
Although they are all state-owned barber shops, there is competition, and with competition you can negotiate prices.
The man saw that her hair was really good, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.
So Jiang Xinyu cut her hair and sold it for one dollar.
The master's skills were pretty good, and Jiang Xinyu made some requests when cutting. After the cutting was completed, she felt much more relaxed.
She put a wide headband on her head and let her hair hang loosely. When she saw the image in the mirror, she was still a little different from before. She was a little more elegant, but she still looked a bit childish.
"Xiao Jiang, do you have a partner?"
Who doesn't like good-looking people? Jiang Xinyu's mother and sister also seemed to be well-educated people. Song Guifang suddenly wanted to introduce someone to Jiang Xinyu.
However, the relationship between the two was just colleagues, and the relationship was not that close yet, and it was not easy to talk about it. We had to find out their basic information first.
Jiang Xinyu said truthfully: "I have a partner, and I may get married by the end of the year. He is a movie projectionist in the commune."
Song Guifang was stunned, "Is your partner's last name Xu or Chen? The gay man named Xu seems to be married."
How could a person in a commune not know the movie projectionist? Everyone in the commune health team also knew him.
"The person named Chen is my partner."
Song Guifang nodded and had no choice but to stop thinking about introducing her to her partner. She was envious in her heart. They both had jobs, and they would definitely be the same in the future.
There was no food at school in the evening, so Jiang Xinyu ate steamed buns with chili sauce, and guodan skin with pastries. Her life was pretty good.
The next day students reported that the school organized a meeting for teachers.
Jiang Xinyu was a substitute teacher, not a class teacher, but she was also busy that day. At around three o'clock, Liu Jun organized a meeting for the teachers. The day felt like chaos, which was not at all the same as the leisurely work Jiang Xinyu imagined.
, but now it’s much more comfortable than working in the fields.