Portable Museum

At around four o'clock in the evening, Zhang Junping rushed to Qiu's house.

"You are Xiaolong, right? Just like what your sister said, very handsome and energetic!" Zhang Junping smiled and said to the young man who opened the door.

Qiu Wenlong, the youngest son of the Qiu family, looks really good!

Inheriting Qiu's mother's appearance and Qiu's father's expression, she is very similar to Qiu Wenling, with a handsome appearance, a tall and burly figure, and a condensed temperament.

"Are you the third brother-in-law?" Qiu Wenlong guessed.

"Yes, it's me!" Zhang Junping nodded with a smile, took out a pen from his body, and handed it to Qiu Wenlong, "I heard from my mother that you are going to take the university entrance exam, so this pen is for you. I wish you the best of luck!"

"Thank you third brother-in-law!" Qiu Wenlong froze for a moment, thanked him quickly, and took the pen.

This third brother-in-law is really as generous as Lingling said.

The fountain pen that I gave away is not ordinary at first glance.

"My brother, why are you polite!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Third brother-in-law, I heard from third sister that you have six puppies?" Qiu Wenling ran over and asked.

"Yes!"

"Why didn't you bring it? The third sister said that the six puppies are beautiful and cute, and I want to see them!" Qiu Wenling said with some disappointment.

"They were a bit dirty, so I didn't bring them here.

If you want to see it, just ask your third sister to take you to see it later. "Zhang Junping laughed.

"Okay! Okay! Then let's go tomorrow!" Qiu Wenling blinked at Zhang Junping with a pair of charming big eyes.

"You have nothing else to do tomorrow?" Zhang Junping was a little puzzled.

"No! It's Chinese New Year, what else can I do?

Years ago, our regiment did not arrange tasks for me.

However, after the new year is over, we will be busy!Going to Northern Xinjiang, Western Xinjiang and several other military regions to show condolences.

Brother-in-law, write me another song!
You don't know, after listening to the song you wrote for me, our head of the group clapped and applauded, let me practice hard, and I will sing this song at the condolence performance after the year. "Qiu Wenling pulled Zhang Junping's arm and begged in a coquettish tone.

"What song do you want?" Facing the beautiful sister-in-law, Zhang Junping really couldn't bear to refuse.

"A military song! Help me write another military song. You used to be a soldier. Writing a military song will definitely give you more life." Seeing that Zhang Junping agreed, Qiu Wenling said happily.

"I think about it!
The point is, the songs I wrote before were all sung by male voices. I wonder if there are any songs you can sing. But Zhang Junping was thinking about whose song to choose.

It's somewhat embarrassing to always leave Lao Yan alone.

"It's okay, brother-in-law. I have a bright voice, and some men's songs are better when I sing them." My sister-in-law said confidently.

"So confident?" Zhang Junping smiled.

"That's right! I'm the key trainee of our song and dance troupe!" Qiu Wenling raised her pretty face proudly.

Looking at Qiu Wenling's pretty face, Zhang Junping really thought of a song suitable for her to sing.

This time, I am determined not to plunder Lao Yan's wool, but Sister Song's.

"Find me a piece of paper, can't you tear up my notebook again?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Wait!" Qiu Wenling ran into the bedroom like a gust of wind.

Only then did Zhang Junping smile at Qiu Wenlong, and walked towards the living room.

At this time, Mother Qiu also came out of the living room, "Pingzi is here."

"mom!"

"Did that girl Lingling pester you to ask for a song just now?" Mother Qiu asked with a smile.

"Oh, I just asked me to write another song for her." Zhang Junping replied with a smile.

Only then did he see that there were guests in the living room.

Zhang Junping looked at Qiu's mother, and asked who it was with his eyes.

"This is your Aunt Lin, your Aunt Lin's lover works in the Organization Department of the district committee." Mother Qiu explained with a smile.

In one sentence, it clarifies the identity of the other party and the relationship with oneself.

"Aunt Lin, this is the object of my swallow."

"Hello, Aunt Lin!"

"Okay, okay! The young man is really energetic, standing with Yanzi, he really answered that sentence, a match made in heaven."

"Aunt Lin praised you!" Zhang Junping thanked politely.

At this time, Qiu Wenling ran over with the paper, and approached the living room. When she saw Mother Qiu, she immediately slowed down, turned into a ladylike appearance, and walked over gracefully.

"Swallow, you and Xiao Zhang go to your room.

Your sister pestered Xiao Zhang to write a song for her.

Anyway, when we chat, you young people don't want to listen. "Qiu's mother smiled and relieved Zhang Junping.

"Aunt Lin, if you sit down, I won't disturb you chatting with my mother."

"Go, go! You young people have the world of young people, you don't need to accompany us old women." Aunt Lin said with a smile.

"Your son-in-law can also write songs? You are really talented! Why do you think you are so blessed?
Look, you kids are all outstanding talents.

The job is good, and the people I'm looking for are also good. Aunt Lin said enviously.

"What's the matter, these children are messing around all day long. You haven't seen them when they are making a fuss!" Mother Qiu said with a modest smile.

"That's better than ours. They don't stay at home all day long! You and I pinch each other when we meet. I don't know if they were really enemies in the previous life..."

Zhang Junping followed Qiu Wenyan and Qiu Wenling to their boudoir.

"Brother-in-law, I'll give you paper, write it quickly!" Qiu Wenling urged impatiently as soon as she entered the room.

"You think writing a song is writing? Just pick up a pen and write?" Qiu Wenyan patted Qiu Wenling's head as a lesson.

"Others can't do it, but it doesn't mean brother-in-law can't do it! Right brother-in-law?" Qiu Wenling has more confidence in Zhang Junping than Qiu Wenyan.

"That's an old song I wrote before, and it happens that Lingling wants it, so give it to her!" Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

After Zhang Junping finished speaking, he was going to take out the pen, but found nothing. Then he remembered that he had just given the pen to Qiu Wenlong.

"Xiaolong, lend me the pen!" Zhang Junping said to Qiu Wenlong who was standing at the door with some embarrassment.

"Here, third brother-in-law!" Qiu Wenlong quickly took out a pen and handed it to Zhang Junping.

Then he stood aside, curiously watching how the third brother-in-law who met for the first time wrote a song.

Zhang Junping took the pen and began to compose the military song of Sister Xi Song.

East, West, North, South

let's be soldiers

Come together from all corners of the world
we are all brothers

Quickly finished writing the lyrics of "East, West, North, South, Middle", and then marked the score.

Then give it to Qiu Wenling, "There is a chorus chorus in front of it.

You try, sing the verse directly. "

"Okay! I knew my brother-in-law is the best!" Qiu Wenling took the lyrics and gave Zhang Junping a sweet smile before reading the lyrics in her hand.

Qiu Wenlong looked at Zhang Junping in surprise, and then at the lyrics Qiu Wenling was holding.

Did you really write it out?

Qiu Wenling took the lyrics and hummed them before starting to sing.

East, West, North, South

let's be soldiers

…………

Come together from all corners of the world
we are all brothers

heart to heart
love
A Song with a Southern Tune and a Northern Tune
yah yah hey
…………

"Crack...crack!" Zhang Junping couldn't help applauding.

Qiu Wenling sang really well. Although she was not familiar with it the first time, it still sounds very good.

Qiu Wenling's breath is full, and her voice is crisp and bright, which is no worse than Sister Song's singing.

As for why Qiu Wenling is beautiful, has a good voice, and good singing skills, why is she not famous.

This is normal, not all people with good singing skills, good voice, and good looks will definitely be famous.

Famous need a lot of opportunities, but also need to pay a lot.

"Brother-in-law, this song is so good, I like it!" Qiu Wenling hugged Zhang Junping's arm excitedly and shouted while holding the lyrics.

"As long as you like it!" Zhang Junping smiled awkwardly.

Girls in this era are still very pure, it's just because they are too excited and treat Zhang Junping as a relative.

But she didn't notice the sly smile flashing in Qiu Wenling's eyes.

"Well, babbling, hey, you can be more straightforward." Zhang Junping said to Qiu Wenling without moving.

"Let me try!"

Zhang Junping let out a long sigh of relief, his sister-in-law finally let him go.

Turning around, I saw Qiu Wenyan looking at him with a half-smile.

Looking at my brother-in-law again, he was looking at him with admiration.

"Here! Study hard, and you can ask brother-in-law if you don't understand anything." Zhang Junping returned the pen to his brother-in-law.

"Is brother-in-law a college student?" Qiu Wenlong asked curiously.

"No, I graduated from junior high school!" Zhang Junping said with a flat smile, "However, there should be no problem teaching you."

"..." Qiu Wenlong was concerned about Qiu Wenyan's face, so he didn't have the nerve to say what was in his heart.

"You will know in the future, third brother-in-law, although I haven't gone to college, I know a lot of things!
Maybe, one day when I am happy, I will go to the university to be a professor. "Zhang Junping patted Qiu Wenlong's shoulder, and then left Qiu Wenyan's boudoir.

He heard Qiu Jianguo and his wife coming outside.

Qiu Jianguo's loud voice could not be blocked by the door.

"Brother, sister-in-law!

Liangliang, come and give uncle a hug, uncle has delicious food here! After Zhang Junping and Qiu Jianguo greeted each other, they waved to Liangliang in Lin Shufen's arms.

It's a pity that the little guy hadn't seen Zhang Junping a few times, so he was a little bit of a stranger, lying in Lin Shufen's arms, secretly looking at Zhang Junping.

"Where's Longlong?" Qiu Jianguo glanced into the living room and asked without seeing Qiu Wenlong.

At this time, Aunt Lin had already left, and Mother Qiu went into the kitchen to get busy with dinner.

"It's in the swallow house."

Just as Zhang Junping finished speaking, Qiu Wenyan, Qiu Wenling, and Qiu Wenlong walked out of the bedroom.

"Big brother!" Seeing big brother, Qiu Wenlong was a little excited.

"Hmm! Not bad, I've grown taller and stronger!" Qiu Jianguo stared at Qiu Wenlong for a while, reached out and punched Qiu Wenlong twice, and then hugged Qiu Wenlong hard.

After releasing Qiu Wenlong, he introduced him: "This is your sister-in-law, and this is your nephew Liangliang.

Liangliang, this is your uncle! "

"Time is so fast, in the blink of an eye, Liangliang has grown so big!

Brother, you wrote to me, saying that you married your sister-in-law and had a child, as if it was yesterday. "Qiu Wenlong said with emotion, and stretched out his hand to Liangliang, "Liangliang, let my uncle hug me!" "

Zhang Junping was surprised to see that Liangliang, who was too shy to let him hug him just now, actually reached out to Qiu Wenlong to hug him.

"Brother, don't be reluctant to part with the medicinal wine I gave you, I'll give it to you after drinking it.

Hurry up and make another one, earn money with this little guy! Zhang Junping solemnly patted Qiu Jianguo on the shoulder and said.

Everyone was taken aback by what Zhang Junping said.

Lin Shufen blushed, and whispered about what Liangliang didn't let Zhang Junping hug just now.

Immediately.

There was a roar of laughter in the room.

Time passed quickly, and it was New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

Only then did Zhang Junping discover that there was no such thing as ancestor worship in BJ people in this era.

well!Poor BJ people.

In fact, it's not that they don't want to worship ancestors, it's just that large-scale ancestor worship is not allowed in this era.

You can't go to the grave in such a public way like in the countryside, and invite your ancestors to go home for the New Year.

I can only secretly set up a spiritual tablet at home, and even offering incense to my ancestors has to be sneaky.

This also includes Zhang Junping's family.

Zhang Junping's family was even more pitiful, his grandparents' graves were all in his old home, so Zhang's father could only take the two brothers secretly to find an intersection on the night of New Year's Eve.

Draw a circle, burn some paper money, and let the gods passing by pass it over.

"Dad, next year, let's go back to our hometown to visit the graves of our grandparents." Seeing Father Zhang's sad look, Zhang Junping persuaded softly.

"Going back, how could it be so easy!
I have been out for decades, and I don’t know what my hometown has become.

I don't know if the old locust tree at the entrance of the village is still there.

When I was young, I liked playing on the old locust tree the most. I wish I could grow on the old locust tree one day.

Every night, your grandma would stand at the door and yell at the old locust tree: "Little Sanzi, go home for dinner." Father Zhang smiled, with tears in his eyes, recalling his childhood.

"Dad, you want to go home and have a look, what's so difficult?
Now it's not like before, when you could run to BJ when you ran.

Now that there are cars and trains, it is not easy to go back? "Zhang Junping comforted his father softly.

"That's right! I'm so confused!

Now that you are grown up, I don't need to worry about it anymore!
I can wait for our whole family to go back next year and have a look! Only then did Zhang's father realize that it is not a few years ago.

In the past few years, in order to make money to support the family, how could I have time to go back to my hometown, and how could I have spare money to go back to my hometown.

In the past, I could only write letters to my eldest brother and second sister in my hometown, secretly inserting two yuan, and asking them to help buy some paper money for my parents.

Now, the boss is promising and has become the leader of the family. He has time and spare money.

Listening to the sound of firecrackers, Zhang Junping looked at the dark night sky.

Watching the flickering fire in the distance.

It is not only their family who choose to come out to burn paper for their ancestors in the middle of the night on New Year's Eve.

Everyone tacitly knew each other, even if they walked across each other, they would not speak and say hello to each other.

And silently choose a location, and burn paper money to parents or ancestors far away in their hometown.

Worshiping ancestors is not a superstition, but a traditional custom and a cultural inheritance.

When the paper in the circle was almost burned, a whirlwind suddenly blew up.

Roll up the paper ash in the circle, roll it up to the sky, and float it down into the distance.

Father Zhang was very happy, "Your grandparents have received the money."

"Dad, let's go home!" Zhang Junping couldn't bear to tell the truth, but said softly: "It's almost twelve o'clock, it's time to go home and light off the whip."

On New Year's Eve, setting off firecrackers at twelve o'clock in the morning is also a traditional custom, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.

As soon as I got home, there was a burst of firecrackers outside, and it was twelve o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Junan ran into the house, took out the prepared firecrackers, and picked them up with a wooden stick.

"Brother, can you pick me to order something?" Zhang Junan begged.

"Okay! Order it!" Zhang Junping agreed with a smile.

"Thank you, brother!" Zhang Junan was as happy as a child.

Zhang Junping can understand Zhang Junan's mood very well. After all, BJ has been in BJ for more than ten years, and he has never heard the sound of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year.

When I was very young, I had no money in my pocket, so I could only watch others set off firecrackers, and my eyes were slanderous.

Later, when I grew up, I could earn centimeters, and occasionally I had pocket money of a few cents in my pocket, but the country banned fireworks and firecrackers.

This made Zhang Junan feel that his childhood was incomplete.

This year it was finally released, and everyone set off firecrackers at the same time.

The originally sneaky small firecracker workshops all increased their production by coincidence.

Many production teams have started a sideline of producing firecrackers.

Zhang Junan bought a lot of fireworks early on.

Zhang Junping didn't need to worry about it.

After setting off the whip, Zhang Junan took out another bunch of fireworks.

The fireworks of this era are not the paper tube fireworks of the later generations, but made of mud, like an enlarged steamed bun, with a fuze on it, and after being lit, sparks will be sprayed out.

Fireworks in this era have a lot of medicine. A firework made of this kind of steamed bread can spray two or three meters high and last for one to two minutes.

After the fireworks were set off, Mother Zhang had already made dumplings.

Zhang Junping, Zhang Jun'an, and Zhao Yuzhi started eating dumplings only after kowtowing to Zhang's father and Zhang's mother.

The family chatted and laughed after eating the dumplings, and then said back, and it was almost time to go out to pay New Year's greetings.

It's just that Zhang Junping's family has just moved to the field, and there are no familiar neighbors, let alone relatives.

There is no need to go out to pay New Year's greetings, and no one comes to the house to pay New Year's greetings.

Some deserted.

However, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother were not sad because of the desertedness, and they both had happy smiles on their faces.

Compared with the past, although it was very lively, they didn't have enough to eat and only dared to eat meat during the Chinese New Year. They were more willing to spend such a deserted New Year.

A family of five gathered together, Mr. Zhang Junping and the three played poker, while Zhang's mother and Zhao Yuzhi were serving tea and water, and giving advice to the three from time to time, giving pointers on how to play cards.

Very warm.

At four o'clock, Zhang Junping gave up his seat to his mother, and he planned to go to the master's house to pay New Year's greetings.

The six puppies suddenly barked.

There are guests outside.

Zhang Junping and Zhang Junan rushed out to welcome them.

"Uncle Nie, Happy New Year!"

"Pingzi, Anzi, Happy Chinese New Year!
A few of us came over to give New Year greetings to Brother Zhang and sister-in-law! "Nie Xinghua said with a smile.

Behind him is the leader of the field department Nie Xinghua.

During the Chinese New Year, it is also an old tradition on the farm that the leaders go to each household to pay New Year's greetings.

However, the people who went there were the homes of retired veteran cadres and old workers.

Unexpectedly, this year Nie Xinghua would bring people to their house to celebrate the New Year.

Zhang Junping hurriedly let Nie Xinghua and his party into the house, and brought them cigarettes, candy, and melon seeds.

"Brother, sister-in-law, happy new year! On behalf of the farm party committee, I'm here to wish you a happy new year!"

"Secretary Nie, Happy New Year! Leaders, Happy New Year!" Facing Nie Xinghua and his party who came to pay New Year's greetings, Zhang's father was somewhat embarrassed.

"Brother, you have raised two good sons! I heard that Anzi is also doing very well in school! He is also a class leader!" Nie Xinghua held Father Zhang's hand and said kindly.