Xu Zuocheng was trembling with anger, and even the bowl in his hand was shaking. He stared at Xu Zhao viciously, as if he was accumulating a force to destroy Xu Zhao and Xu Fan.
The neighbors stared at Xu Zuocheng intently.
Xu Fan was frightened and hid behind Xu Zhao.
Xu Zhao met Xu Zuocheng's gaze fearlessly.
Xu Zuocheng suddenly walked towards the kitchen angrily with the big bowl in his hand. With a thud, the big bowl fell heavily on the chopping board, and the chopsticks slammed on it with a bang. When Xu Zuocheng came out of the kitchen, his face was full of anger. , said sharply to Xu Zhao: "Don't expect me to help you cut the wheat in your eastern field!"
The wheat in the east field was distributed to Xu Zhao, which is also Xu Zhao's.
Xu Zhao replied, "I won't let you cut it."
Xu Zuocheng's voice rose again: "If you have the ability, you can cut it yourself!"
"Cut yourself, cut yourself."
"Okay, okay, you can, Xu Zhao, you can!"
Xu Zuocheng was about to be mad at Xu Zhao. He did not expect that one day Xu Zhao would rebel against him, causing him to lose face in front of so many people. The problem was that he could not find a reason to refute Xu Zhao, and none of the Xu family came forward for him. Speaking, he, he, he pointed at the Xu family angrily, saying, "No one is allowed to cut wheat for him", and then angrily walked into the east wing of the tile-roofed house.
The Xu's yard suddenly became eerily quiet.
The Xu family gave Xu Zhao a fierce look, but because Xu Zuocheng was really unreasonable, they all walked towards the hall with bowls in dismay.
Seeing that the neighbors were not excited, they left one after another, feeling suspicious. After Xu Zhao jumped in the river, it seemed a little different.
After a while, only Xu Zhao and Xu Fan were left in the Xu family yard.
"Dad." Xu Fan shouted.
Xu Zhao looked down at Xu Fan.
Xu Fan hugged Xu Zhao's thigh, looked at Xu Zhao with a small face and said, "Dad, I will help you cut the wheat."
Xu Zhao smiled: "Okay."
"I'll cut a lot of wheat for you."
What a sensible kid.
Xu Zhao touched Xu Fan's head again and said, "Okay, let's eat first."
"good."
"I'll keep you full today."
"Dad is full too."
Xu Zhao took Xu Fan into the kitchen house. The kitchen house is a house made of mud and wheat straw. The beams often fall off soil and ash into the bowls. So every time before everyone eats, everyone goes to the well to rinse the bowls before using them. , Xu Zuo became secretly eating a bowl of noodles without being caught, and before serving the second bowl, he deliberately ran to the well to rinse the bowl, pretending to be eating the first bowl, so the large bowl of noodles on the chopping board was clean , did not touch Xu Zuo Cheng's saliva.
Xu Zhao also took the three noodles and a green vegetable from the bottom of the pot into a bowl, and brought Xu Fan to the thatched hut. When he was about to eat, through the small window of the thatched hut, he heard the neighbors chattering outside the door, as if they were saying It was the Xu family.
"Did the Xu family split up long ago?"
"Early split is to eat together, and each family provides food, which is made by the old lady of the Xu family."
"Why do we eat together? Isn't it easy to eat separately?"
"Bullying Xu Zhaobai, it's not enough for each to eat."
"Why did you bully Xu Zhao?"
"How stupid! In the first few years of land reform, wasn't the land divided according to the head? At that time, the three Xu Zhao brothers were divided into one acre and four quarters of land per person according to the Zhao production team policy. Xu Zuocheng's son Xu Dawa had not yet been born. After he was born, do you think about Xu Zuocheng's family of three and four cents per acre. Is it enough to eat? It's not enough, he must find a way to occupy Xu Zhao. This is taking up and bullying Xu Zhao is a nerd. It turns out that Xu Zhao's four cents per acre Di'er, only four points of the eastern land are left after the order, you say this is not bullying Xu Zhao, what is this?"
"Isn't Xu Zhao resisting?"
"What are you resisting? Xu Zhao himself said that he eats less and is willing to confiscate one acre of land. He has the remaining four points. Anyway, everyone eats together."
"Tsk tsk, it's stupid. I'm offending Xu Zuo now. I'm afraid they won't eat together again in the future. Xu Zhao and his son are probably hungry."
"Isn't that right? I watched Xu Dawa eat eggs several times, and Xu Fan watched eagerly. The chickens, ducks, and pigs in the family couldn't be divided at all. In fact, giving one mu of land to Xu Zhao is not enough for Xu Zhao and his son. Two food, look at Xu Fan's skinny appearance, how does he look like a two-year-old child."
"Pitiful."
"Alas, Xu Zhao will be sad in the future."
"…"
Xu Zhao will be sad in the future—
Xu Zhao feels that he will not have a hard time in the future. He feels that he will have a hard time now. He has nothing to eat, drink, and money. Not to mention that he will starve to death in the future. Now that the Xu family is blocking him every day, he has enough. Tormented, so what can he do? What can be done?
After having lunch, Xu Zhao and Xu Fan came to sit in the shade of a tree in the East Land with their sickles. They were still thinking about this question, let alone a quarter of the land. how long? Not starving yet? He can't starve to death as soon as he is reborn! He had to find a way out.
"Dad." Xu Fan, who was sitting in front of Xu Zhao, shouted.
"Well." Xu Zhaoying.
"Are we going to cut wheat?"
"Cut."
"But I won't cut it." Xu Fan said.
"You don't have to cut it, you are here watching Dad cut it."
"Well, when grandparents come back, I'll let them cut it for you."
"Okay, just sit here and don't run around."
Xu Fan sat obediently in the shade, picked up the grains of wheat scattered on the ground with his small hands, and put them in his pockets.
Only then did Xu Zhao see that not only did Xu Fan's shoes show his toes, but also the crotch of the patched trousers was torn, and half of Xu Fan's **** was exposed.
so poor.
Xu Zhao let out a sigh of relief, let’s mow the wheat first, mow the wheat first, and think about other things after cutting, so he put on the straw hat, picked up the sickle, and walked into the yellow wheat field, and began to mow the wheat. In his previous life, Xu Zhao was in the orphan’s garden. Growing up, he had suffered all kinds of hardships, and had done all kinds of work, so it was not difficult for him to cut wheat.
"Selling popsicles!"
“Sweet, icy and thirst-quenching popsicle ice cream!”
"Sweet, icy and thirst-quenching popsicle ice cream, four to five, thirst-quenching and cheap!"
"…"
Xu Zhao straightened his body when he heard the words.
Xu Fan said excitedly, "Dad, there are popsicle sellers."
Xu Zhao hummed and didn't say anything, because he had no money and couldn't buy a popsicle for Xu Fan in this hot day, but he still turned his eyes curiously to the path, where a boy was riding a bicycle and selling Popsicles, many people told the boy to buy four or five popsicles. After the boy took the money, he started to push the bicycle to sell, his eyes searched back and forth for the crowd, and suddenly settled on Xu Zhao.
"Xu Zhao." The boy shouted.
When he got closer, Xu Zhao recognized that the boy was his junior high school classmate named Cui Qingfeng. He used to live in Beiwan Village, and then he moved his family to the county town because of his uncle. At this moment, Cui Qingfeng was wearing neat gray-blue clothes with a white towel around his neck. He was a very down-to-earth guy. He was very surprised when he saw Xu Zhao looking over, his eyes glowing.
"Xu Zhao, it's really you!" Cui Qingfeng said happily.
Xu Zhao is good-looking. From a distance, he looks handsome. When he looks closely, he finds that he is very good-looking. After watching it for a long time, he can see the amazing color. He is the kind of boy who can look good and make people look forward to it. There are many boys and girls in the school who like Xu Zhao, and Cui Qingfeng also had a secret affection for Xu Zhao, but he was a fat man at that time, and he thought that Xu Zhao was too good-looking and could study, like a distant dream.
He had never dared to approach him, and kept his love in his heart. Four or five years had passed in a flash, but he never expected to see Xu Zhao again. Although Xu Zhao was dressed in shabby clothes, he looked better than before, which made him happy.
"Are you Cui Qingfeng?" Xu Zhao asked.
"Well, it's me, do you still remember me?" Cui Qingfeng scratched the back of his head shyly, and couldn't help but feel happy that Xu Zhao still remembered him, which is really a happy thing.
Xu Zhao said, "I remember, old classmate, how did you sell popsicles?"
"I have nothing to do to make some money to spend."
"You're not going to school?"
Cui Qingfeng scratched his head again and said, "I don't read or drink like my uncle. What kind of school do I go to? My studies are poor and I can't go to school early."
"Oh." Xu Zhao responded lightly.
"What about you?" Cui Qingfeng asked.
"I'm not going either." Xu Zhao said.
"Dad." Xu Fan called Xu Zhao at this time.
Xu Zhao beckoned Xu Fan to come over.
Cui Qingfeng looked at Xu Fan's eyebrows carefully, then looked at Xu Zhao again, and asked in astonishment, "Dad? Is he your son?"
Xu Zhao nodded: "Yes."
"you are married?"
"no."
"Then this son-"
Xu Zhao didn't want to talk about this in front of Xu Fan. Although both men and women were accepted by everyone in this age of the world, everyone couldn't accept "having a child out of wedlock" and felt ashamed, especially Xu Zhao didn't know Xu Zhao. Who is Fan's other dad, so, with a perfunctory "my own", he changed the subject and said, "Your popsicle business is good."
Cui Qingfeng also followed Xu Zhao's words: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm just doing it alone, and it's tiring. By the way, what are you doing at home?"
"Cut the wheat and feed the pigs."
"Anything else?"
"there is none left."
"Yes, you still have to take care of the child by yourself, and you don't have time for anything else."
"Well, do you come to sell popsicles every day?"
"Yeah, but I'm the only one who can only run this one piece."
"How do you remember selling popsicles?"
"It was my uncle who suggested that I sell popsicles, saying that I wouldn't do anything else anyway, so let's do this first."
Xu Zhao smiled and said, "Your uncle is really amazing."
"Yes."
At this time, someone came to buy popsicles. Cui Qingfeng didn't have time to talk to Xu Zhao, so he started selling popsicles to collect money. Xu Zhao continued to cut the wheat. He came up with a bold idea, and then stared at Cui Qingfeng.