aircannonsinc Chapter 162
Chapter 162
February 1954, 2, the 2th day of the twelfth lunar month.
In the morning, half past six.
Jia Zhang opened the door, picked up a full spittoon, and prepared to go to the public toilet to empty it.
His foot seemed to be tripped by something, but fortunately he held onto the door frame with one hand and did not fall.
Jia Zhang opened her mouth and started to curse:
"Who is the wicked one who threw something at my doorstep?
He must be a family with no descendants and no one to bury him after his death.
You don’t dare to answer, right?
I must curse your ancestors for eighteen generations today..."
Jia Zhang looked at the thing that tripped her and immediately stopped talking.
He quickly picked up the things on the ground, turned around and went into the house, quickly closing the door.
A small sack filled with grain appeared in Jia Zhang's hand. When she opened it, she saw white flour inside.
It was just getting light outside, and the white flour dazzled Jia Zhang's eyes.
Jia Zhang held the mouth of the bag with both hands, put her big head close to it, and took a few deep sniffs. It was all filled with the aroma of wheat.
Haha, I didn’t expect that I, Zhang Meili, would be so lucky that I could pick up a bag of flour during the New Year.
Could it be that it was sent by some old idiot who has a crush on me, Zhang Meili?
This is very likely. Knowing that I, Zhang Meili, am getting married, I am sending you my blessings since I cannot get the love I want.
Hehe, I, Zhang Meili, appreciate this favor.
Jia Zhang weighed the sack and found it was at least five pounds.
After hiding the sack in the cupboard, Jia Zhang happily picked up the spittoon and went out.
Looking around, I found that many residents had their windows open, and some were even staring at me.
It was obviously Jia Zhang's shouting and cursing that woke up everyone in the yard.
Jia Zhang didn't care about people's eyes at all and was about to leave the central courtyard with the spittoon in her hand.
The sharp-eyed Jia Zhang glanced into He Daqing's room.
Unexpectedly, there was also a small sack in front of He Daqing's door.
If nothing unexpected happens, the small sack is likely to contain about five kilograms of white flour.
Jia Zhang paused for a moment and began to think about the small sack in front of He Daqing's door.
Holding the spittoon, he turned a corner and walked towards He Daqing's house.
He Daqing opened the door and saw a woman named Jia Zhang standing not far from the door holding a spittoon. He immediately became angry.
"Ms. Jia Zhang, what the hell are you doing holding a spittoon?
Are you here to pee on He Daqing's door?
You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I will make you eat up all the contents of the spittoon."
Jia Zhang swallowed her saliva. Damn He Daqing. It’s not early or late, why did he have to wait until now to go out?
"Master He, even if you give me the courage, I wouldn't dare to do anything bad to you.
Look at that small sack under your feet.
I came to tell your family that something was left behind..."
He Daqing looked down and saw a small sack filled with grain in front of the door.
"What are you still standing here for?
Get out of here now!
It's New Year's Day, and you're blocking my door with a spittoon. It's really unlucky."
He Daqing sent Jia Zhang away, picked up the small sack on the ground and opened it.
There was something white inside, about five pounds of white flour.
For others, it is a windfall.
But to He Daqing, it just seemed like someone was trying to disgust him and treating him like a beggar.
Qin Huairu walked behind He Daqing with a puzzled look on her face.
"Sir, what are you holding?
Our flour jars are full, why do we need to buy white flour again?
Didn’t we always buy 50-jin bags in the past?”
He Daqing threw the sack in his hand into Qin Huairu's hand.
“I didn’t buy it, someone dropped it off at our doorstep.
Aren't you going to empty the spittoon?
It's just right, I'll just pour this bag of stuff into the toilet.
We can't eat anything of unknown origin.
Grandpa is going out for a while, call cousin Liu Lan over, let's celebrate the New Year together..."
Qin Huairu threw the small sack in her hand angrily, her nostrils swollen with anger.
What is Liu Lan? Is she really my cousin?
Why are Liu Lan's kid, Liu Shengli, and you, He Daqing, and Sha Zhu all cut from the same mold?
Why is he called Liu Shengli? Is there any connection with the "Sheng" in He Shengjun's name?
It must be that bitch Liu Lan, the man who seduced my Qin Huairu.
Humph, those two lumps of flesh are just a little bigger than mine, Qin Huairu. What’s so great about that?
Is there anyone as pretty as me, Qin Huairu? Is there anyone as pretty as me, Qin Huairu?
I, Qin Huairu, am the principal wife, and you, Liu Lan, are just a concubine.
All capable men look like this.
In the past, landlords would marry several concubines.
Qin Huairu talked to herself and comforted herself for a long time before she calmed down.
It was only 3:30 in the afternoon, and with the sound of firecrackers, many families had already begun to enjoy the sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.
Most likely, they have not had lunch, so they eat the New Year’s Eve dinner early in order to save another meal.
All the children in Courtyard No. 95, and those who were free, gathered in the central courtyard.
In front of He Daqing's house, there was a basket full of various small firecrackers.
The two little guys, He Shengjun and Liu Shengli, hid behind He Daqing and watched He Yushui and He Yuzhu set off firecrackers.
Liu Lan and Qin Huairu were busy in front of the stove preparing for the next New Year's Eve dinner.
The crackling sound continued until dark and did not stop.
It was not until Qin Huairu called He Daqing into the house for dinner that He Daqing gave up the idea of setting off firecrackers, and the crowd in the yard gradually dispersed.
Nowadays, hearing firecrackers is considered a good entertainment activity.
Inside He Daqing's house, there were nine delicious dishes on the eight-immortal table.
The plate in the middle is the braised pork, which is irreplaceable these days.
Stewed chicken, roast duck, braised beef, mutton soup, stir-fried meat, farm tofu, braised shrimp, and braised fish.
On the table next to it, there was a large bowl of dumplings and a large bowl of white flour steamed buns.
On another table, there were peanuts, melon seeds, candies, and even a fruit basket.
In the fruit basket, in addition to apples and pears, there are even oranges and bananas.
Just based on the quality of this New Year's Eve dinner, it is better than at least 99 percent of the families in the main cities.
Even ordinary ministerial-level cadres would not dare to be so extravagant and wasteful.
Qin Huairu served a bowl of dumplings to He Daqing.
The eyes of everyone at the table were all focused on He Daqing.
He Daqing said:
"This is the first time for me, He Daqing, to spend the New Year at home with my wife and children.
Last year and the year before were both spent on the battlefield in South Korea, and the conditions are completely different from today.
The life our family has today is all earned by my grandfather He Daqing at the cost of his life.
I won’t talk about the past, I wish our family peace and good health...”
He Daqing didn't say a few words, picked up a dumpling and put it into his mouth.
As the head of the family, He Daqing must be the first to start eating. That's the rule.