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    On Sunday morning, Zhao Xuejun was making briquettes in the yard. There is no briquette factory in the city to supply briquettes. Many people use the coal slime to be poured into a square mold, and then dried instead of charcoal to burn.

    It was originally written that this briquette was made by his father Zhao Jianguo when he got up in the morning, but the work unit called someone away temporarily.

    After Zhao Xuejun got up, he took a briquette grinder in the yard, pretending to be having a great time playing.  To make briquettes, use a small coal shovel to smooth the surface, and then use a fire hook to carve various patterns on the surface of the briquettes.  After Zhao Xuewen got up, he watched his younger brother play for a while, so he became greedy. Zhao Xuejun showed a very unwilling look but refused to let him go.  Draw briquettes.  Later, Xu Butang, a neighbor's child, came over and wanted to paint.  Of course the Zhao brothers, who finally begged for rights, were unwilling, so Xu Butang went home and brought an enamel jar of fried corn with maltose in exchange.

    Since then, Zhao Xuejun ate sugar-fried corn with his father¡¯s tea foam, and began to dodge while reading the only adult book in his hand other than Mao Zedong¡¯s quotations, "The Barefoot Doctor".  Occasionally, he would raise his head and ask with pleading: "Brother, let me play for a while?" The other side was naturally unwilling, and ignored him, so he could only continue to eat jelly beans with a sigh  drink tea.

    Later, the briquette-making team got bigger and bigger, and Zhao Xuejun felt that his father didn't have to do this kind of work this summer.  When he was happy, he rewarded his second brother with a few corn kernels. Zhao Xuebing raised his head and told his younger brother to feed the corn, and then turned his head to give instructions to the later friends, looking like a villain.

    "Line up, line up, everyone can only make five yuan, no jumping in line What is this? My family has honey candies, well, then you can make six yuan"

    Around noon, Zhao Jianguo returned home from his work unit with a flushed face of excitement and excitement. He was surprised to see the yard and the briquettes lined up at the entrance of the backyard all the way to the street. His two eldest sons,  Sitting at the side of the small square table in front of the house to share the spoils, glass balls, paper ingots, half broken glass paperweights, faded five-pointed stars, comic books (Note)

    Seeing that their father had come back, they hurriedly found a cardboard box to put the trophies in, and stood honestly at the base of the wall, ready to be beaten three times a day according to the number of meals.

    Zhao Jianguo didn't move. He even sat down at the small table with a look of not being in the mood at all and asked them: "What did you do?"

    Zhao Xuewen nodded, he was afraid of his father's belt and his dignity, because he was the biggest and he was beaten the most at home.  Anyway, if you are going to be beaten, it is better to admit it early and get away early.

    Zhao Jianguo's eyes showed a touch of emotion that this man seldom had. He touched his pocket and took out two dollars. One of his sons sent a piece of money. He stroked their heads and said in a softer tone, "It's getting older, it's sensible."  , Dad is very happy."

    The two brothers took the money from their father, their hands trembling.  Dad never gave them a dollar. Zhao Jianguo's father was a bricklayer in the countryside, and his family planted several acres of Susukida.  Mothers and fathers raised their sons and daughters, and then sent them out through national liberation.

    The grandfather who repaired houses for people everywhere finally saw the world. He said: It doesn't matter if the whole family starves to death, the children have to study.

    He insisted on asking his three sons to study and see the world.  However, the root of three generations of poverty is an indelible imprint deep in Zhao Jianguo's heart. He always lives very frugally and carefully, and never gives his children extra money.  To be warm is to be blessed.  Occasionally he scolded the children, and it was justified: When I was in school, you old man, I walked 20 miles barefoot every day, and I had no food at noon, so I could only be hungry. You see how well you live.

    When Zhao Jianguo said that, there was a hint of jealousy in his words. He felt that his three sons were raised in a honey pot.  He and Juzi had a child named Zhao Xuewu before Zhao Xuewen. Unfortunately, they were both young at that time and didn't know how to raise children. A small cold dragged away that young life. Zhao Jianguo always felt that his life  I am wronged, I am really wronged, if it is not for the backstage, no one will pull him up, Orange will not live alone in the small house in the army station, sending away the eldest son alone and helpless.  Even so, he has never regretted it, because people of this era, as long as they make a little screw for this country and this nation, they will not regret it.

    After demobilization, the times have progressed, and rights and money have slowly become problems for this ordinary family.  Sometimes Zhao Jianguo was at a loss, at a loss for his three sons, at a loss for his job that he was supposed to do in a down-to-earth manner.  Look at the people who have a waynbsp; Zhao Jianguo opened his wife's hand: "What are you talking about, don't touch me."

    The children looked like they were enjoying the show, watching the couple standing there whispering, and then, Gao Juzi covered his mouth, tears streaming down uncontrollably: "Really?! Did you lie to me? Zhao Jianguo, how dare you  Lie to me, you are a turtle bastard!"

    "Why am I lying to you? The old director just finished talking with me. Don't swear in front of children, they will learn." Zhao Jianguo was a little anxious.

    Gao Juzi seldom cries. No matter how hard the day is, this woman will always take care of the family affairs neatly. She has never thought that her husband will have a great future. This woman is wise.  She knows her husband too well to know how many bowls of rice he can eat.  Such a big man always maintains a tough guy appearance on the surface, but during the holidays, he is too timid to cross the threshold of leadership.

    He always does the most work in the office, he writes materials every night at the latest, he will not confess himself, and even sees slightly older leaders avoiding him.  He is not good at communication, let alone management, family, and neighborhood relations are in a mess, let alone expressing himself in front of leaders.  He always felt that in this world, as long as blood is hot, as long as it is gold, it will surely shine.  It's a pity that because of being too dull, this piece of gold is ignored. This piece of gold sees people reaching middle age and doing nothing.  Seeing that the edges and corners are about to be smoothed by life, turning into a rolling circle.

    No one knows her husband better than Gao Juzi. She adores him. Back then, when she was pregnant with her baby and stood on a high slope, watching her husband lead the soldiers, she deeply admired and even loved him.  Husband, her Gao Juzi's husband is a big man who is indomitable, a real man.  How pitiful and helpless he is!  Finally, it's time to wait.  Gao Juzi never thought that it was because of her own reasons that she brought her husband the current promotion.

    Even if he realized it, Gao Juzi would never say it.

    After she was happy, Gao Juzi wiped away her tears, looked at her husband with some worry and said, "That's the office director, welcome and see you off, from big to small, can you receive and arrange it?"

    Zhao Jianguo was a little unconvinced, twisted his neck and said some hard words. After seeing his wife go to the kitchen, he became a little worried for himself.

    Zhao Xuejun slowly put down the brush, looked at the big characters he wrote, thought for a while, then turned to his father and said: "Dad, the teacher wants us to write essays, can you accompany me to the museum this afternoon?"

    Gao Juzi walked out slowly with a green onion, picked it up and asked, "Museum, is there a museum in our city?"

    "Of course, the teacher said yes?!" Zhao Xuejun said.

    "Then let's go with the whole family, let's go, let's relax." Gao Juzi glanced at her husband, and then suggested with a hint of joy in her tone.

    Zhao Jianguo nodded, looked at the green onion in his wife's hand, and carefully suggested: "Otherwise, let's go to the North Street Restaurant and take the children to have a good meal. We haven't brought the children yet.  I¡¯ve been to a restaurant.¡±

    Zhao Xuewen, who came back with water, threw off the pole and came to his father almost running: "Really dad, really? Are we going to a restaurant for dinner?"

    Zhao Xuebing threw away the rag, and jumped around the room happily: "Oh! Oh! We are going to the restaurant! We are going to the restaurant! We are going to the restaurant to eat!"

    Standing aside and watching Zhao Xuejun, his heart felt sore. In his memory, in his childhood memory, they never had the memory of going out for dinner as a family.  He walked up to his father, grabbed his father's hand, leaned on him, and looked up at him, Dad, his father was so tall, and his spine was so straight once.

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    In this article, Zhao Xuejun imitated the story of Tom Sawyer in the fairy tale

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