Chapter 8, grabbing water!

Author: Matcha flavored ice cream

Chapter 8, grabbing water!

"Where have you gone? It's already dinner time."

Just as he came to the door, his mother, Wang Qiuju, came out of the kitchen carrying an enamel washbasin. When she saw him, she complained all over.

"Oh, I didn't go anywhere, I'm in the yard!"

After Yang Xiaole finished speaking, he looked at the dishes in the enamel washbasin and his mouth watered.

A pot of catfish with sauerkraut, Chinese cabbage and vermicelli.

There are also dried chili peppers and green garlic added at the end.

I could smell the scent of the fish from afar.

At this time, it was probably too hot for her hands, so Wang Qiuju hurriedly carried the vegetable basin into the main room and placed it on the Eight Immortals table.

In the middle of the Eight Immortals table, there was a kerosene lamp, emitting dim light.

My father, Yang Guangzhi, came back from nowhere and sat at the top, smoking a cigarette.

There is a salt water bottle next to it, and there is still one-third of the sweet potatoes in it.

He is usually reluctant to drink this.

Today, some fish were brought out, and a small wine cup was placed in front of me.

Looking at the fish in the vegetable basin, his father Yang Guangzhi also burst into laughter, and today's depressed mood was gone.

Then he asked with a smile: "Lao San, your body is not good, how did you catch it!"

"Oh, it was too hot. I went to bathe in the river and happened to touch it."

Yang Xiaole made a random comment.

No one can tell me about space matters.

It's not a question of whether you believe it or not.

At this time, several children in the family were all looking eagerly at their mother, Wang Qiuju, waiting to share the fish!

Seeing the looks in the children's eyes, Wang Qiuju felt sad.

Tears fell unconsciously.

He secretly wiped his eyes and said with a smile: "Here, I'll share the fish with you. Don't eat too fast, or you may get stuck."

Still the old rules.

Father Yang Guangzhi is naturally the fattest piece of meat.

Still follow the principle of dividing dishes at noon.

If you don't work, your food will be poor. There is nothing you can do about it.

Xiao Xizi looked at her fish tail, pursed her lips, and shed tears.

Wang Qiuju felt heartbroken when she saw this.

He looked at the fish head in his bowl.

He poked it in half with chopsticks, gave a little to Xizi, and gave a portion to Xiaoli, who was also aggrieved.

"Okay, stop crying."

As for Xiaomei, she just took a look and said nothing.

She is already big.

Xizi and Xiaoli smiled when they saw this.

Wang Qiuju got some sauerkraut and cabbage with her chopsticks and started eating.

When the father next to him, Yang Guangzhi, saw this, he gave one-third of his fish to his wife.

Then he said: "I went to Qingwu's house just now, and he told me something."

Wang Qiuju glanced at the fish in the bowl and was not polite. She glanced at him and asked vaguely: "What did he say?"

"Oh, he asked me and asked me to join the militia! He said that the militia on Zhuangzi was going to be expanded."

Hearing this, Wang Qiuju looked confused: "Why do you join the militia? It's a thankless job. You have to go out on patrol at night. If something happens to you, how will this family survive?"

Father Yang Guangzhi smiled when he heard this: "What's the point! There's no danger, and it counts as work points!"

When Yang Xiaole heard this, his mind was spinning.

The militia at this time was different from the militia during the commune period.

There are only three militiamen in the village.

I usually work normally, but every year during the summer or autumn harvest, I have to patrol at night to prevent wild boars and hedgehogs from harming the crops.

There is only a little food subsidy.

It was not until the Commune period that the militia became better.

It was under the control of the County Armed Forces Department, and he could work part-time during the week. Occasionally, he would have to participate in conferences and training in the county, so he could make a good living.

Although it is not as good as the eight members of the commune, it is still not as good as the scorekeepers, custodians, and accountants of the production team.

But it’s not bad.

After all, these good jobs are already done by others, and it is impossible for outsiders in their family to get this good job.

Of course, the most awesome militiamen will be those ten years from now. Only then can they be called really awesome!

It seems that Yang Qingwu knows some news.

Ready to find a way for his father.

But he didn't interrupt. It was indeed dangerous to do this, although the possibility of something happening was very low.

Wang Qiuju heard her man's words, thought about it, and neither agreed nor refused: "Let's wait and see!"

When his father Yang Guangzhi heard this, he said nothing more.

"Mom! My head feels so itchy!"

Xiaoli scratched her head while eating.

"Snapped!"

When Wang Qiuju heard this, she slapped the big mosquito on her leg to death, and said to her little daughter: "Okay, let's eat! Stop catching me! I'll get you some 66 powder later, and you all go wash your hair!"

"oh!"

Xiaoli scratched her head, then stretched out her hand to scratch the area on her leg that had been bitten by mosquitoes.

Yang Xiaole wants to say that 66 powder is poisonous!

But this has become a habit in rural areas, and it’s useless even if you say it, even he has used it.

It's just a bit spicy for the scalp.

There is nothing I can do, the lice are itching, it's excruciating, and I can't get rid of it.

After the meal, everyone went to fetch water and take a bath.

The men wash in the yard, and the women go inside to wash.

After finishing it, several people sat on the kang and gathered up the patched mosquito net.

The mother, Wang Qiuju, used a comb to comb the children's hair one by one, and from time to time, she used her fingernails to pop out any living lice.

Seeing the dishonest fourth son there, he asked him, "What are you doing? Wriggling around?"

Seeing this, Xizi looked at his elder brother and said, "I want to catch cicada monkeys and eat them tomorrow."

"Where are you going? What should you do if a snake bites you this late at night?"

Yang Xiaole also wanted to go after hearing this.

Now is the peak season for cicada tree climbing.

When you come back, marinate it with salt and grill it over the fire. It tastes really fragrant.

Mainly because there was too little meat and he was craving for it, not to mention Xizi who was two years younger.

But her mother, Wang Qiuju, didn't allow it.

Not only this, setting fires, climbing trees, and going into rivers are also things that Wang Qiuju has repeatedly ordered not to allow.

This is also the reason why Yang Xiaole's family of five children can grow up safely without suffering any serious injuries.

Of course, I did it secretly.

"Okay, Xiaogang, take your brother over there to catch the mosquitoes and go to sleep."

After Wang Qiuju combed the children's hair, she sent them back to bed.
To be continued...