MTL - Accidentally born in the ’60s-Chapter 66 Second update on Saturday

Mingbei stayed at the educated youth point for 20 days in a row. Seeing that the Chinese New Year would be more than half a month away, the educated youth point gave them more than a month's leave, and let them return on the 20th day of the first lunar month. Smart point. Mingbei packed up his belongings, carried the quilt on his back, and walked home. Some educated youths have already inquired about the day off at home, and they ride bicycles to pick them up early in the morning.

Mingbei knew that the family was busy at this time, so he didn't deliver letters to the house, and walked forward with his head sullen. After walking out three miles, he suddenly heard a "Ding Lingling" bicycle bell, Mingbei just thought he was blocking the road, and moved to the side without even raising his head and continued to walk forward.

Suddenly a familiar voice sounded in my ear: "Mingbei, why are you walking with your head down? I don't know how to look at people?"

Ming Bei suddenly raised his head and looked at Ming Dong, who was pushing a bicycle and smiling, his eyes suddenly turned red, he threw the quilt on the snow, rushed over and hugged Ming Dong without letting go.

Ming Dong reluctantly patted the little brother who was taller than himself, and he couldn't help crying: "Why are you still crying? Do you think that you are wronged by no one at home?"

"No." Ming Bei wiped his tears and turned towards Ming Dong Yile, showing his big white teeth: "I haven't seen Big Brother excited for too long. I miss you so much."

"Oh, I haven't seen it for a while and it's numb." Ming Dong laughed: "Okay, if you have something to say when you go home, quickly pick up the bedding, it should get wet in a while."

Ming Bei let out a "hey", and hurriedly put the quilt on his back, and Ming Dong hung other things on the handlebar. Because there were too many bits and pieces, Mingdong was afraid that Mingbei would fall when he got into the car, so he deliberately sat up first, and then rode his bicycle home when Mingbei was seated.

In winter, the wind was strong and there was light snow. The two of them covered their faces tightly with scarves. When he got home, Mingbei put his quilt on the kang of the Westinghouse and baked it. Osmanthus saw that there was a lot of snow on it and quickly stopped him: "Don't bake it first, I'll take it apart and wash it for you later, and then bake it."

Mingbei grinned: "It's okay, it's only been built for about 20 days, and it's not dirty."

The quilt is placed on the kang tip, ready to be washed after lunch.

Mingbei was the first time to go home from the educated youth point. Wang Sufen remembered what Mrs. Li said. She was afraid that she would hear the suffering of Mingbei, so she simply cooked in the kitchen without even asking. Just ask. Mrs. Li, Ming Dong, Ming Bei, and Zhen Zhen were sitting on the kang in the east room, talking about the youth point.

Mingbei scratched his head: "Actually, there is nothing to do, just chop down trees and carry wood all day, which is different from when we used to go to the house to drag firewood. It was difficult to walk down the mountain on snowy roads. At first, I could only carry one tree at a time. If I couldn’t complete the task for a few days, I carried two together. Although it was a little unbearable at first, my arm hurt for several days, but I've gotten used to it these days."

Ming Dong frowned slightly: "Do you have to carry it on your shoulders? Why don't you use a raft to drag it down?"

Zhen Zhen added: "It's okay to use hemp rope to tie the wood together and drag it down."

Mingbei was stunned for a moment: "At that time, it was said that we were to carry it, and there was no hemp rope. Besides, the road down the mountain was curved. This kind of wood is two or three meters long, so it is not easy to drag."

Ming Dong looked at him and couldn't help laughing and crying: "Then you can carry it down the mountain and drag it on the flat ground. Such a thick snow will save you trouble. When the weather is warm and the snow melts, then you just want to drag it. Can't pull it."

Mingbei suddenly realized that, he smiled stupidly: "I'm still smart, why didn't I think of it." He looked at Zhen Zhen laughing back and forth, and quickly added: " It’s not just me, none of us young people thought about it, I haven’t gone home from the last holiday, and those who went home brought back biscuits, meat sauce, pickles, etc., and none of them brought hemp rope.”

Ming Dong nodded: "Well, it's the same as you, it's just a matter of time."

Mr. Li touched a washed sand fruit from the basin and chewed it bit by bit with her teeth. Seeing that Mingbei talked about bringing it there, she decided to give it to her first. He blocked: "Mingbei, I have discussed with your mother, when you go back to the youth order, we will bring you some pickles and soy sauce, as for the biscuits and steamed buns, if you want to bring them, go to the grain store by yourself. Buy it. Now that you earn your own money, you can’t always rely on the old man to support you. In the future, we will take care of the meals at home, and we will not worry about it outside, not only for you, but also for your three brothers. "

Ming Dong opened his mouth and wanted to say something different. After all, there is a big gap between the work points of the youth and the wages they earn, but when he saw Mrs. Li's serious expression, he knew that there was something he didn't know. , he closed his mouth and remained silent.

Mingbei thought about it for a while, and thought about it, it was really the case, and except for his three brothers, they all paid home. Mingbei silently counted the money he earned for a month, and sadly found that there was really nothing left except for food, and even because he spent three yuan in exchange for a pen, he still owes the educated youth the money for the meal.

Mingbei bowed his head a little ashamed: "I don't ask the family for it, it's just..." His face turned a little red: "It's just that we have less work points, maybe I can't pay home now. "

Once Mrs. Li saw that Mingbei had this consciousness, she also breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let you slow down for a few years, but we can agree that if you get married and live in the future, you will have to give it to your parents. Pension money. As for your living, the poor and the poor live the way of the rich and the rich, and we will not subsidize you.”

Speaking of marriage, Mingbei was not as excited as he was before going to the youth point, he was silent for a while, and smiled at Mrs. Li: "I don't know when I will be able to marry a daughter-in-law. "

Once Mrs. Li heard the meaning of these words, she knew that the girl did not have a crush on Mingbei, and she did not know whether it would be successful in the future, so she said with relief: "You are still young now, so it's okay to get married early. There is nothing good, it's not too late to get married when you have the ability to support your family."

Mingbei nodded, Mingdong smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I took advantage. When I got married, Osmanthus and Meat Bun were taken care of at home."

Old Mrs. Li laughed when she heard it: "It's different, Osmanthus grew up in our parents, just like your own children, it makes no difference whether you get married or not."

Old Mrs. Li burst out laughing: "It's not enough just to have meat buns and bean buns. If you two work hard to give me a great-granddaughter, then we will call them sugar buns."

Zhen Zhen immediately gave a thumbs up and nodded with approval: "It's a good name, it's delicious when you hear it."

Ming Dong couldn't help laughing and said: "The name of my meat bun and bean bun is because it is delicious."

"The meaning is also good." Zhen Zhen tried her best to defend herself: "Look at my two nephews, they look like chubby and buns, many numbers are rare."

Ming Dong nodded, just as he was about to speak, he heard Wang Sufen explain outside that Nan brought Meng Xiaoxi over. When Meng Xiaoxi saw Osmanthus for the first time, she was somewhat restrained. Her pretty face blushed and she called out to sister-in-law, looking a little embarrassed.

Ming Nan glanced at him, and his expression was full of happiness and joy: "I also often hear Ming Nan talk about eldest brother and sister-in-law."

Wang Sufen was also happy that her daughter-in-law was in harmony, and said quickly, "Osmanthus accompany Xiaoxi into the house to talk, I'll finish this soon, you don't need to help here."

Osmanthus saw that Xiaoxi was shy, so she took her to the house and sat on the kang to talk, explaining what happened when Nan was a child.

Because the stream was coming, the old Li family did not go to the kang to eat, but set up a big round table. Mingbei Qingtang ate kelp for 20 days, and his mouth was full of With an earthy smell, looking at the stewed sauerkraut with pork belly, stewed dried beans with potatoes, stewed crucian carp with sauce, and stewed carrot with venison on the table, his eyes straightened. He grabbed a pancake and took a bite, then stuffed a piece of venison into his mouth. , Tears are about to fall: "Our family's food is delicious."

Meng Xiaoxi couldn't help but smile when he looked at Mingbei's gobbling: "Everyone who came back from Youth Point recently is like this, the second brother from the house next to my house, last time I stayed at Youth Point for ten days. After I got home, my appetite doubled, and I said that I wanted to take two bites of pickles."

Mingbei nodded in agreement while stuffing meat into his mouth: "The dishes made by the youth have no oil, let alone water, they have no taste at all. And that big cake, mixed with There are more sweet potato noodles than rice noodles, and you have to drink a mouthful of water to swallow it, but it is quite hungry."

Mr. Li smiled and said: "You don't remember, our family ate this kind of meal when you were a child, and there were not many wastelands at that time, basically all kinds of cabbage and potatoes were grown. Son, there is only one mu of land for soybeans. After the soybeans are harvested, the tofu has to be kept for grinding, so there is not much oil at all. In addition to buying oil according to the supply, I also expect to buy some pork with fat to squeeze oil. , but even so, I only put a little bit of it every time I cook, how dare I put so much oil like I do now."

Wang Sufen also nodded when she remembered the past days: "At that time, although the clear soup was not enough water, but at least I was full, and it was only in the year of natural disasters that I complained, not to mention oil, even coarse grains. You can’t even buy it, so if you pick wild vegetables and add some sweet potato noodles every day, it’s a day’s meal, and Ming Bei said at that time that his face turned green when he ate it.”

Mingbei didn't have a deep impression of that time, as if he vaguely remembered that he was hungry for a while, and then he was able to catch a lot of fish, and he also caught hares and pheasants from time to time. After that, it seems that it is not uncommon to eat white flour and white rice. Mingbei only thought it was because of more and more wasteland being opened up at home, and suddenly said with anticipation: "When the spring starts next year, our youth will also start to open up wasteland and farm land, and when we harvest food in autumn, it is estimated that we will be able to eat next year's autumn and winter as well. Okay."

Mingdong looked at him with pity: "Do you think you will plant rice, wheat, etc. when you open up wasteland? You are re-educated by poor and lower-middle peasants, not to enjoy happiness. It's corn and sweet potatoes, these things have high yields and are hungry, as for refined grains, I guess they have to rely on supply, right?"

When talking about this, Ming Bei was full of bitterness: "It costs 5 cents to supply steamed buns twice a month, which is enough to eat four large pancakes, and I am not willing to buy them."

"Is your work points not enough?" Mingdong asked: "Should you be full?"

Mingbei remembered the three dollars he had spent wrongly, and suddenly he had a hard time saying, mother, sixty steamed buns are gone, are you stupid?

Mingnan didn't know what to think when he saw Mingbei, he shoved a big cake into his mouth with a look of grief and anger, and couldn't help but have a black line on his face: "You eat slowly, no one is with you Rob, this is not a steamed bun, is it in such a hurry to eat it?"

Mingbei swallowed the big cake with a sad face: "Fortunately, it is a big cake, if it is a steamed bun, I will not eat it."

"Why?" The family looked at him curiously, Mingbei rubbed his face and lowered his head gloomily: "No, I just want to give myself a memory. "

When everyone saw that Mingbei, who had always had little roots, also had his own little secret, they smiled at each other and changed the subject. After eating, Mingbei took the initiative to take the wooden box with the pen to Mrs. Li's house to admit his mistake: "Nurse, I bought the pen that my brother gave me, and I used it to help the young man build a house to earn money. work points."

Mr. Li didn't even lift her eyelids: "Oh, how many steamed buns did you spend?"

Mingbei's heart hurts, and he replies dejectedly: "It's not steamed buns, it's money."

"Oh." Mrs. Li's eyelids jumped: "How much money can I exchange for steamed buns?"

Mingbei glanced at Mrs. Li with a guilty conscience, then lowered her head quickly, and said in a low voice, "Six...sixty..."

Mr. Li's hand subconsciously touched the cigarette bag pot, and Mingbei immediately lowered his head, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Mrs. Li smoking him, so he carefully raised his head and secretly looked at Li Granny.

There was no joy on Mrs. Li's face. She didn't smoke Mingbei with a cigarette pot, but put on some tobacco leaves and started smoking: "Mingbei, you are too old, talk later. But let’s have a long snack. I won’t say how much you spend this time, but it’s okay to know that you can use your own money to buy a pen. Otherwise, you say that your brother is back this time, if you see you use it What do you say about an old pen you haven't seen before?"

Mingbei blushed with shame, his lips moved slightly, and looked at Mrs. Li with a full face and prayed: "Mom, now I bought the pen, it's the one my brother gave me , talk to my mother and my third brother, don't tell my eldest brother about this, I don't want my eldest brother to feel cold."

Mr. Li nodded slowly: "No, I finally know some personnel matters. By the way, I heard from Xiaoxi that your work points are due at the end of the month. Do you have enough money left to eat? ?"

Mingbei shook his head: "I owe the young man first, and then pay it back when the money is sent."

Mr. Li looked at him sneeringly: "And then borrow it next month?"

Mingbei lowered his head again: "Actually, I don't owe much. The last time I built a house, I had three yuan left in addition to buying a pen, and some people owe food for a month. I can make up the money when I come back twice less when I take a break."

Only then did Mrs. Li know that Mingbei didn't go home last time to carry wood to make money, and she was very relieved: "It's good to have this idea, when you go back after the new year , I asked your mother to put more pickles for you, and when you make up the money, when will you go home, do you hear?"

Mingbei saw that Mrs. Li didn't smoke herself, and even said that she would bring pickles, and immediately nodded happily, and asked Wang Sufen to talk about it, Mrs. Li couldn't bear it. ZHU shook his head: "This child is still a little lack of heart, this is too coaxing."

Meng Xiaoxi stayed at Old Li's house until 2:00 in the afternoon and was about to go home. Mrs. Li called her and Osmanthus into the room, opened the box and took out two identical pieces of woolen material: "This is the material that the family trusts someone to buy from other places. I will give you two a piece to make clothes for the next year."

Meng Xiaoxi quickly waved his hand when he saw such a valuable material: "milk, I can't have this, if I take it home, my mother has to say I can't."

Mr. Li smiled and patted her hand: "Sooner or later, it's our daughter-in-law, what can grandma give you a piece of clothing material?" Meng Xiaoxi blushed and lowered her head, revealing a touch of pure white 's neck.

Mr. Li smiled, looking at Meng Xiaoxi and Osmanthus with love in their eyes: "Although we can't have a happy New Year this year, you will be part of our family when you go to the New Year next year. What's the difference between giving you a piece of material earlier and giving you later, can't your sister-in-law have you or not? When the time comes, people should hear that I'm biased. "

Osmanthus took the cloth and measured it on Meng Xiaoxi, and boasted with a smile: "Xiaoxi's skin is white, and it will look good when she makes clothes." She took Xiaoxi's hand and smiled Looking at her: "When the time comes, we will do the same thing, go out and be like sisters." Meng Xiaoxi looked at Osmanthus, and nodded shyly.

The cotton sleeve is re-sewn with a bullet. Wang Sufen took a rag and wiped it everywhere, but fortunately, the house was cleaned before the sky, and there was no dust. Now she just found some dead spots and wiped it.

Zhen Zhen followed Wang Sufen to help her wash the rag and carry water, and after a while Wang Sufen sent her back to the house to rest: "I'll finish in a while, you go to the house for a while. "

Zhen Zhen looked at her helplessly: "I'm such an old girl, I can't do nothing."

Wang Sufen looked around and finally found a job for her: "Then you can melt a pot of frozen pears, and they will be delicious when we finish our work." Zhen Zhen picked up a dozen frozen pears Put the hard pears in the pot and scoop up the water. As long as you wait for ten minutes, the original water will freeze, and the thicker the frozen pears, the softer they will become. When you touch the frozen pears, the inside and outside are soft and you can eat them.

Soak the frozen pears, Zhen Zhen ran over again, Wang Sufen pointed to the east room: "Go and listen to the radio with your milk, and tell me what's inside."

Zhen Zhen saw that Wang Sufen really didn't want to let herself help her, and there was really no other work to do in the room, so she went back to the east room and turned on the radio.

News and newspaper summaries were playing on the radio, Zhen Zhen just got up from the kang and wanted to twiddle a different channel to see if there was storytelling, when she heard the radio say: "The famous writer and people's artist of our country Mr. Selfless has won this year's Nobel Prize in Literature. The Nobel Prize is the world's…”

Zhen Zhen jumped up from the kang excitedly, hugging Mrs. Li and screaming and jumping excitedly, Mrs. Li was startled by Zhen Zhen and couldn't help dragging her off He wrapped his arms around him and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Forgetfulness has won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the first time in the history of China." Zhen Zhenle's mouth couldn't close, she quickly wanted to listen to what the radio said, but unfortunately the radio even forgot about me Mr.'s works were not introduced, and the next news was broadcast.

"Then what is the award for? Will you give me a certificate?" Seeing that Zhen Zhen was so excited, Mrs. Li couldn't help but become curious.

"It's more than a certificate." Zhen Zhen smiled and put her arms around Mrs. Li's neck: "This is a particularly important honor and a recognition of Mr. Selfless's literary works. Of course, there are also certificates, In addition to this there is a gold medal and a cheque."

"What is the check?" After thinking about it, Mrs. Li realized that she had never seen this note before: "What do you buy it for?"

Zhen Zhen was immediately amused: "The one for withdrawing money is similar to the passbook. Give the check to the savings house, and the savings house will give the money according to the amount above."

Mr. Li's eyes crooked when she saw Zhen Zhen talking about money, and she quickly asked, "Did you get old nose money? Do you have one hundred yuan?"

Although Mrs. Li hid more than 100 yuan in the box, she was still a huge number. After all, in this day and age, to get an honor is usually to send a cylinder A thermos or something, there are really few people who give out bonuses.

"You're so cute, you're still a hundred dollars." She put her arms around Mrs. Li's neck and smiled happily: "You have to add a few zeros at the back." See Mr. Li He didn't seem to understand it, so he said bluntly: "It's hundreds of thousands."

"Hundreds of thousands..." Mrs. Li couldn't understand: "How many hundred dollars does that cost?"

Zhen Zhen did the math, and roughly estimated the number of prizes for this year's Nobel Prize in Literature: "Three or four thousand and one hundred yuan."

Mr. Li was so frightened that she dared not swallow her saliva: "My darling, so much money can't be spent for thousands of children."

Zhen Zhen smiled, got off the kang and put on her padded jacket and was about to run out. Mrs. Li hurriedly handed her a hat and gloves and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhen Zhen took the hat and put it on her head, while running out, she said, "Buy the newspaper! I want to buy ten copies!"

Zhen Zhen did not go to the post office on the street to buy newspapers, but went directly to the imperial capital to buy all the newspapers of the day, and she saw the news of the self-absorbed award from above, and hurriedly teleported to the mountain, a As soon as he got out of the cave, he shouted, "Teachers, Mr. Selfless has been awarded the prize!"

The author has something to say:

Some readers say that my uncle is as bearish as Mingbei, in fact, Mingbei is far worse than my uncle. My grandmother's family used to live in the family building of the hydrolysis plant and bought firecrackers during the New Year. , My uncle was too lazy to go downstairs, so he sat on the window sill and burned half of the quilt on the bed. Also at that time my grandfather was an eighth-level worker, and his apprentice gave canned food for the New Year, but he was reluctant to eat it at that time, so he had to keep it as a gift and then send it out, but my uncle was greedy and timid, he took nails and put everything The lids of the cans were pierced, and the sugar water inside was poured out and drank. When my grandpa took it out for a gift, there was a pile of cans without soup. That's why my uncle is the kind of person who beats him eight times a day and it's still too little haha.