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When Yu Jiaojiao arrived, the old branch secretary had just finished writing the couplet and was waiting for the ink marks on the couplet to dry.
Not only the Zhao Pengcheng family, but also several families are also writing couplets. Many of them may be like the Zhao Pengcheng family. If life is easy, they will post couplets on every door. If the conditions are too poor, they should at least write couplets on the door.
Yu Jiaojiao looked at the couplets that almost filled the yard, divided them into several pieces, and hung out the words.
The contents are basically the same, they are all about saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new and looking forward to the future, but some revolutionary slogans full of the style of the times are added. For example, the couplet on the door of the house of the female director encourages family planning to get rich, which is very appropriate for the occasion.
Yu Jiaojiao was surprised: "Has it been finished? So fast?"
Although it is said that the ink is splashed, is it too fast?
The old branch secretary smiled and said: "I'm sorry, your family has a lot of couplets. It took me a long time to write them."
Zhao Pengcheng is picking up the dried ones: "It's very fast. I think I finished writing the words just after I came here."
¡°I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because I have to deal with people more at work, but Yu Jiaojiao always feels that Comrade Zhao Pengcheng is becoming more and more talkative now.
In the past, it was a triple stick that could not hit a fart. Now, now, I will hold people to say good words.
Yu Jiaojiao smiled and helped Zhao Pengcheng roll the couplets. Although his family had many couplets, the two of them moved very quickly together.
The old branch secretary looked through the things Yu Jiaojiao brought: "Xiao Yu, why are you bringing so many things?"
The old party secretary did not think that Yu Jiaojiao was giving him anything. To be honest, he usually wrote the couplet of three, four sweet potatoes and two eggs. Even if there was nothing for him, as a word lover who likes to write He is also happy to write for free.
Yu Jiaojiao chuckled: "I just went to visit you, uncle, take a look, did you see that rice? That's why I went to your house, does it look familiar?"
The old party secretary laughed: "Since it's all right, why not make more? How much is this? It's too little. Why don't you go back and get some more?"
His son came back from the army this year and brought a lot of food stamps and 20 to 30 kilograms of rice, saying he wanted to replenish the health of the old couple.
This is rice, it is very precious.
They don¡¯t produce white rice here, it¡¯s very rare. A wealthy family can only get two or three kilograms of rice a year, which makes people drool with envy. This rice is not for adults to eat, but to replenish the body of newly weaned babies. of.
?????????????????????? Some families are so poor that they have never seen what rice looks like, they only know that there is such a thing as rice.
His son got twenty or thirty kilograms of rice at once, and his wife was so frightened that she didn¡¯t know how to hide the rice.
He doesn¡¯t understand his wife yet, because he has many children at home and has been searching for it all his life. It¡¯s strange that he would give rice to Yu Jiaojiao for no reason. It must be because Yu Jiaojiao gave something worth far more than rice, and his wife feels bad about it. I would get some rice for others that was rare to me.
While talking, Zhao Pengcheng and his wife had almost finished rolling out the couplets. Yu Jiaojiao was just about to chat a few more words when a child suddenly rushed out from the door and went straight to the basket where Yu Jiaojiao put her things.
"Why."
As soon as the old branch secretary said "Hey", the child had already grabbed the basket and ran away.
The old party secretary watched helplessly as the kid ran out of the brigade headquarters with something in his hand. Only then did he remember what the kid had done. He quickly raised his arms and legs to chase after him: "Little bastard, stop right there!"
¡°!!!¡±
Yu Jiaojiao was startled: "What's going on? What's going on?"
Zhao Pengcheng reacted extremely quickly and rushed towards the door, surpassing the old party secretary in a few steps.
The old branch secretary stopped when he saw Zhao Pengcheng chasing him.
He is old after all, and he is out of breath after running so many steps.
Yu Jiaojiao stood up and could no longer see Zhao Pengcheng's figure. She hadn't realized what happened: "What's wrong, sir? What happened?"
The old party secretary slapped his forehead speechlessly and said helplessly: "What should I say?"
The village chief in the other room was alarmed. He looked at the brigade department and frowned: "Is it that child again?"
"Isn't it good?"
The two of them were playing charades, and Yu Jiaojiao was the only one left in the dark. This feeling was really terrible: "Uncle, Third Master, will any of you tell me what's going on?"
The old party secretary was a little embarrassed to speak, and he sighed and sighed for a long time without saying anything.
The village chief took out theHe knocked the ashes from the pot and said with a bit of anger, "He's not that kid from Zhao Zhiping."
Yu Jiaojiao blinked, wondering who this child named Zhao Zhiping was.
She was just wondering which child Zhao Zhiping was facing, when Zhao Pengcheng came back with a basket in his left hand and a child in his right.
He held the child by the back collar with a dark face. The child kept twisting and struggling and yelling to let me go, but he did not dare to attack Zhao Pengcheng.
Yu Jiaojiao just saw the familiar basket. Before she realized what was going on, she saw the imprint on Zhao Pengcheng's hand holding the child. Her eyes froze and her voice suddenly rose ten degrees:
"What's wrong with your hand? Was it bitten by this little brat?"
Yu Jiaojiao glared at the child in Zhao Pengcheng's hands fiercely, her beautiful eyes bursting with fierce gaze, piercing the child like a knife.
The child was struggling very hard in Zhao Pengcheng's hands. While struggling, he screamed so hard that he even scolded eight generations of Zhao Pengcheng's ancestors.
¡°When this child cursed someone, he knew clearly that he was scolding Zhao Gouzi¡¯s ancestor.
As a result, as soon as Yu Jiaojiao spoke, the child stopped talking like a little cock being strangled by the neck. He even looked at Yu Jiaojiao in fear and immediately lowered his head, not even daring to struggle. .
Yu Jiaojiao looked at the child's strange reaction but didn't care: "Is this Zhao Zhiping?"
Zhao Pengcheng smiled bitterly: "Yes, Zhao Zhiping."
As soon as he loosened his grip, Zhao Zhiping reached his feet on the ground, then dwarfed his body and turned around to run away.
Yu Jiaojiao watched helplessly as the child ran away and stamped her feet angrily: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Catch him again."
Zhao Pengcheng felt a little uncomfortable and whispered: "Forget it, he didn't steal anything anyway."
¡°!!!¡±
Yu Jiaojiao realized something then, and immediately looked back to where she put the basket. Sure enough, the basket was gone.
"I just said that the basket in your hand looks familiar to me."
¡°!!!¡±
Yu Jiaojiao screamed: "That little bastard stole our things!"
The three men looked at each other helplessly, and Zhao Pengcheng sighed: "Forget it, Jiaojiao, forget it, he didn't steal it anyway."
Yu Jiaojiao snatched the basket. There was nothing in the basket except less than a handful of dates that were filled with soil. Yu Jiaojiao shivered all over: "That's five kilograms of grain! It's all processed refined grain! Change it." Do you know how much you can pay back for coarse grains? You actually told me to forget it?"
The village chief and the old party secretary were also a little helpless: "Well, Xiao Yu, the child is still young after all"
Yu Jiaojiao suddenly became furious and said mercilessly: "What's wrong with the child? Didn't he steal things when he was a child? He stole needles when he was a child and stole gold when he grew up. Now you say that the child is still young and let me forget it. Now I can give it to him Forget it, when he grows up and kills people, what reasons are you going to find to make his family forgive him? Then he will have to be imprisoned and shot. Will you then just say "everyone is dead" and the person who was killed will have died in vain? Are you really doing good for that kid or do you want to deceive him for the rest of his life? "
The four "Laws of Tolerance" that are well known in later generations, "Everyone is dead", "Everyone is coming", "It's a big year for the New Year", "The children are still young", may seem to make you tolerant and generous, but in fact they are moral kidnappings, especially the last one. The child is still young, it is simply frightening.
Yu Jiaojiao has watched too many similar unreasonable and harassing short videos and social news, and she is most disgusted and resentful of these things. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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