Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 93 In 1979, it has passed (seeking monthly ticket recommendation ticket collection)

After returning to the chicken farm, He Ping took a lot of things from home, including tables and stools.There is no way, a chicken farm is inseparable from people, this year has passed here, he even moved over the TV, although he doesn't like to watch it very much, but everyone is willing to watch it, the only pity is that there is no TV at this time Spring Festival Gala, less background music.

Now there is no insulated lunch box, so after a lot of tossing, the food is still warm on the table, sauerkraut blood sausage boiled white meat, sauced big bone, bean potato stewed pork ribs, deboned meat, braised octopus, fried cabbage, leek scrambled eggs, mature vinegar peanuts.

Looking at the eight dishes on the table, He Ping was full of emotions. It has been almost a year since time travel, and he finally lived a life of eight dishes and one soup.

He Ping filled up the wine for Han Zhaojun and Uncle Wei Guo, while Xiao Zhuer drank orange soda.

He raised his wine glass, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the door slam shut, and that kid Han Zhaoshe rushed in from the door.

"What are you doing, you're crazy." Han Zhaojun scolded.

"Brother, Brother He Ping, Uncle Wei Guo." Han Zhaoshe knew he was wrong, and called people one by one.

"What's wrong, you're in such a hurry." He Ping put down his glass and asked.

Han Zhaojun laughed and said nothing.

"If you fart, just let it go, hehehe."

Han Zhaojun kicked it, and Han Zhaoshe rubbed his ass and said, "I just passed by the old captain's house, and the second brother Zhaokun was being beaten."

"What's the matter? What are you hugging?" Han Zhaojun was curious, and he did it after the Chinese New Year. Besides, Han Zhaokun was already in his thirties.

"It is said that he didn't come back all night last night, and went to Song Laoliu's house in Kezhai."

Uncle Wei Guo and Han Zhaojun said clearly, "No wonder."

He Ping was a little confused, what do you mean, this is not a good thing?
Seeing that He Ping didn't understand, Han Zhaojun explained: "Brother He Ping, you don't know. This Song Laoliu is an old gambler. He plays games at home in winter, mainly pushing Pai Gow and playing mahjong. There are many people in the surrounding brigades." They all played cards with him."

He Ping didn't keep up with his train of thought. Didn't the exercise just end? How could this mean that Song Laoliu is still a habitual offender, so he is so courageous?

"No one cares? Didn't you still exercise a few years ago?"

"Sports are sports, and activities are activities. There is no delay." Han Zhaojun said implicitly, and then added: "His brother-in-law used to be our second-in-command, and he was taken down the year before last. I really didn't expect this old boy Still so courageous."

He Ping thought to himself that people who fish in troubled waters and commit crimes are indispensable at any time. He always thought that this kind of thing would not be extinct in this era, at least it should be like a street mouse. He didn't expect that people were not afraid at all, so what should they do? What are you doing.

"Isn't he afraid of being caught?" He Ping asked.

Uncle Wei Guo patted the table and said in a muffled voice, "Afraid? I'm afraid he won't open it. He dared to open it only because he knew no one would come to catch him."

He Ping could hear the anger in Uncle Wei's voice. Uncle Wei was a soldier, so he had a natural aversion to such things.

He Ping also understood that not only people who fish in troubled waters and commit crimes are indispensable in any age, but also people who stretch out their hands that should not be stretched out.

The more Han Zhaojun thought about it, the angrier he became, and he kicked his younger brother hard, "Every day you don't have a straight line, you have a set of these nonsense things."

Han Zhaoshe said aggrievedly, "What does it have to do with me? Am I sorry?"

"Good intentions? I think you're feeling bored, hurry home and have dinner."

Han Zhaoshe reluctantly glanced at the food on the table. He was thinking about getting some food and drink based on this news, but he didn't expect to lose money by stealing the chicken, and he didn't dare to disobey his second brother's wishes, so he could only turn around and leave.

"This kid..." Han Zhaojun shook his head and said nothing.

As the saying goes, the nine sons of a dragon are all different.

Han Yuzheng gave birth to three sons. The eldest, Han Zhaoguo, is honest and honest, and the second is Han Zhaojun, who is upright and down-to-earth. Those crap things where the parents of the host and the parents of the west are short, the mouth can't keep up with the waistband of a good old lady.

"The ruler is short and the inch is long. Zhaoshe has a very different personality from you and your brother, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. After more experience and experience, you may be more promising than your brother." He Ping comforted.

"Who knows, let's hope, I don't know who to follow with this temper."

Uncle Wei Guo interjected: "Every family is the same, so who do you think Zhaokun followed? You look at your elder brother Zhaogan, and then look at the old captain. They all say that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and the son of a mouse will How come Zhaokun's temperament is so different from his father's and his elder brother's in making holes."

"Yeah, this thing is really uncertain. Let's not talk about the old captain. Big brother Zhaoqian is now a high-ranking leader in the army. Why is this second brother Zhaokun so incompetent?"

He Ping has been in Hantun for almost a year, but he has heard of Han Zhaogan's name.The eldest son of the old captain joined the army, and I heard that he is now the head of the army, but he has only heard his name but never seen him.

Regarding Han Zhaokun's matter, He Ping's thoughts were quite simple. Although he didn't have much contact with Han Zhaokun, he could tell at a glance that he was a shrewd person with a lively mind. He was very close to Han Zhaogui in the team. The red is close to the black, and the black is black, so it is strange to keep whoever learns.

He Ping looked at Xiao Zhu'er who was sipping soda, our child can't learn from these boys, and he has to pay attention to guiding him in the future.

When Xiao Zhuer saw his father looking at him, he didn't understand what his father meant, so he obediently picked up a piece of ribs for his father with his chopsticks, "Dad, eat the ribs."

He Ping showed a fatherly smile, look at how sensible our child is!It's not like the restless people outside.

He Ping picked up the wine glass again, "Come, come, pick up the wine glass, 1979..."

"Duang!"

He Ping was so frightened that he shook his hands and spilled half of the wine in his glass.

"Who the hell put the second kick, I'm scared." He Ping was about to say a few impassioned words, but he was suffocated by the second kick, just like when he was shitting. Half of the stick was held back, but he held back the sound of the cannon, which made him feel uncomfortable.

This second kicker seemed to be a signal, and then there were various sounds of hanging whips, second kickers, and electric light cannons outside, ding~boom~ding~boom...

For a moment, the whole of Hantun was shrouded in the sound of firecrackers and gunpowder smoke, completely blowing up the words that He Ping had thought up.

He Ping raised his neck angrily, drank the white wine in his glass, "Xiao Zhuer, copycat, I still don't believe it, whoever has more firecrackers from us, fuck it."

"Okay!" Xiao Zhu'er took a sip of soda, followed her father to set off firecrackers.

1979 passed amidst the sound of firecrackers.

This year, Hantun Chicken Farm had four bachelors.

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