A Rural Life in the 70s

Zhao Rongli is not interested in these, but takes a half-woven sweater from the bag and leans on the shop to start knitting the sweater, weaving for a while, Looking up at Xiaoqiu and not following a few young people to play poker, he smiled and said: "Reading on the train is not good for the eyes, Xiaoqiu does not like to play poker, do you want to follow me to learn to knit sweaters?"

Xiaoqiu had woven a sweater for a lifetime. When the old father and Liu Zhenhe’s sweater trousers were from her hand, although they couldn’t talk about the hand-woven women, they would have a lot of tricks, such as sticks, hooks, and twists. In general, there may be more than the appearance of Zhao Rongli.

However, in this life, Xiao Qiu always felt that time was not enough, his energy was limited, and he never thought about spending so much time on knitting sweaters.

She refused to accept it straight away, so she smiled and said: "I am stupid... Besides, I didn't take the needle and the thread, so I didn't bother Zhao's work. After I returned to Beijing, I prepared the wool and sweater needles. Let me ask Teacher Zhao again."

Speaking, she simply took out the mini-recorder that she brought with her, and put on the English tape. It sounds like ~www.readwn.com~ Not good, knitting sweaters are not willing to do, listening to English recordings is just right. Seeing her concentrate on studying, Zhao Rongli no longer talked, quietly leaning on the bed to weave her own sweater.

There were only two of them in the carriage, which was very quiet. The result was that Xiaoqiu, who was listening to the recording, fell asleep without knowing it.

Stumbled, she was awakened by a noise, and then, after a few soft deductions, Liao Chen opened the door and walked in.

Xiaoqiu sat up from the shop with his eyes open, and confused and asked: "What's wrong with the outside, so noisy?"

Looking at her sleepy hair, Liao Chen smiled and took a towel to go out, handed the wet towel to Xiaoqiu and wiped his face, saying: "When you arrive, you have to stop for a few minutes. Two hawkers got on the bus and ate it..."

Well, it seems like this in the memory. Before the train station is completely closed, every time the train stops at the station, there will be hawkers on the cart to sell goods... oh, wait, there are not many small vendors, how can this station be there? so much?

Xiaoqiu handed the towel to Liao Chen’s hand, and pulled the shoes out of bed and went out. When he came out of the window and looked out from the window, he discovered that Liao Chen’s 'two' is not an imaginary number, but a real one. Two, at this moment, the two hawkers were being pulled by the station staff to the station. The two hawkers refused to go, shouting and arguing, and made such a big move.

It should be that the baskets of the two hawkers were thrown on the platform, and the things in the basket rolled off, let Xiaoqiu clearly see the contents of the basket, one in the basket is the white fat buns, the other is The farmer fry the shelled cooked peanuts.

Fortunately, the platform personnel were not too cold-blooded. There was a middle-aged man in uniform who packed up the contents of the two baskets. He squatted with one hand and walked out with the pulled people, probably to the two hawkers. went.

Xiaoqiu sighed and sighed back into the carriage, secretly comforting himself in his heart.

- Fortunately, I will enter the 80th year and everything will be fine.

Liao Chen looked at her face with a sullen face and smiled. "When you get to G City, you should be happy."

Xiaoqiu took a moment and immediately became happy: "What is g city? Can you do business freely?"

Liao Chen smiled and raised his hand to touch the head of Xiaoqiu. He said: "There is no explicit encouragement, but no one has banned it. Some people get together and sell some things brought back from Hong Kong..."

Xiao Qiuzheng listened to Liao Chen about the commercial prosperity of gcheng, the door of the room was pushed open, and their conversation was interrupted by Zhao Rongli who came in.

Zhao Rongli held a lunch box in his hand. When he entered the door, he smiled at Xiaoqiu and Liao Chen. "The dining car is about to open the meal. You two have to quickly clean up and prepare to go to the dinner... The special preferential policy on the train, buy There is no food stamp for rice."

Xiaoqiu and Liao Chen both smiled gratefully at her, turned back to look at the moment, but saw the same helplessness in the other's eyes - most people follow the rules and regulations, get used to various constraints, want to change It’s easy to talk about it!

Of course, Xiaoqiu still went to the dining car with a big flow to eat rice without food stamps. The food was average, but the big guys were very happy to eat, as if they saved a few food stamps and they got a big bargain.

In the dining car, Xiaoqiu encountered two different kinds of suits: these two people not only wore strange suits, but also roast chicken and white wine. In the dining car where most people only want to eat stir-fry and noodles, it is definitely A striking presence.

In the eyes of Chen Yu, there is a vaguely envious flash, whispering: "The two people seem to be from Hong Kong, and they simply can't understand."

This speculation even Zhao Rongli also nodded in favor: "Well, I listened to the accent there... My hometown is g province. When I was a child, I heard it from my hometown, but I won't say it."

These two people are weird and fashionable in the eyes of many passengers. In the eyes of Xiao Qiu and Liao Chen who have seen real high-end suits, they are very uncomfortable. Such crumpled suits, skewed pleated ties, and the appearance of smashing chicken legs, can't be really rich. If you think about it again, you can make a correct judgment. At this moment, there are very few people coming back from outside. There are often people who are accompanied by a special trip. How can they sit in the train car and simmer the chicken and drink white wine? It!

Xiaoqiu and Liao Chen asked for a dumpling, a stir-fry with rice, and they waited for the time of the meal. The two people smashed the chicken and sipped a half-glass of white wine and staggered out of the dining car.

There were many people dining in the dining car. Chen Hao’s eyes quickly took up the empty seats left by the two, and then smiled and waved to Xiaoqiu: “Xiaoqiu, here!”

Xiaoqiu smiled and glanced at Liao Chen. When she saw Liao Chen nod, she walked over and reached out and took out a lunch box from the bag: "Brother, you know that I brought good food, right?"

Chen Hao was not embarrassed at all. When I saw the lunch box opened by Xiaoqiu, I was excited and shouted: "Hey, this is really a good thing. There is such a good dish. No wine is too disappointing... Wait for me all at once. I will go when I go!"

Speaking, he lifted his foot and left, but he was ready to go back to the sleeper car and take the wine he brought.

Most of the northerners love white wine, especially long-distance travel, often bring a bottle of white wine, in case they can't sleep, they can also call friends to drink a bite to help sleep.

However, he walked too fast, did not pay attention to his feet, lifted his legs and stepped, but he was almost stumped by something, and a young man helped him to the opposite side, which saved him from a mouthful.

"Hey, what's the trick?" Chen Hao stood up and looked back, but saw Xiaoqiu had pulled a canvas travel bag from the bottom of the table chair.