The years of red flags

Life on the grasslands is richer than others imagine, but there are also poor areas. Because the infrastructure is not as developed as it was twenty or thirty years ago, eating fruits and vegetables is still relatively luxurious.

After staying for three days, Jiang Qiuyun developed blisters at the corners of his mouth. Due to lack of vitamins and eating a lot of meat, he got angry. Fortunately, Zhong Yuemin had experience and prepared vitamin tablets in advance. However, the trip to the grassland came to an end.

Before leaving, Jiang Qiuyun and Bao Leer broke up in tears. The two little sisters were reluctant to leave, but Zhong Guoqiang also came over, which was somewhat inconsistent.

After returning home after a long journey, Lan Jieying and Jiang Qiuyun collapsed directly on the sofa.

Jiang Qiuyun cheered: "It's still comfortable at home."

"The prairie is uncomfortable. Look how much fun you have these days." Lan Jieying said with a smile: "No one is urging you to do your homework. You ride around after Baoler on horseback every day."

Jiang Qiuyun touched the blisters at the corner of her mouth: "The prairie is indeed fun, but in terms of comfort, it has to be at home."

Lan Jieying smiled: "Just now I suddenly remembered something."

Jiang Qiuyun asked curiously: "What's going on?"

"It's the homework your teacher left for you. You don't seem to have done it at all." Lan Jieying clapped her fingers and said, "On October 1st, you said you would play for two days first, and then do your homework. The next day you said you wanted to go out and play on the grassland. In addition to the time spent going back and forth, you didn't do any homework. There is still more than one day left, so you can figure it out yourself."

"Ah!" Jiang Qiuyun cried sadly: "I hate homework, and I hate teachers who leave homework."

Jiang Qiuyun jumped into her room like a grasshopper, opened her schoolbag, took out her textbook, and started writing furiously.

Jiang Hua parked his car and came in from the outside. He saw Lan Jieying sitting on the sofa drinking juice alone, and asked curiously: "Why are you alone, and where is our daughter? This juice is her favorite."

Lan Jieying pursed her lips towards Jiang Qiuyun's room and said with a smile: "I just reminded her that she didn't touch any of her homework during the holiday. Now she is going back to catch up on her homework."

"I'm just cramming." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "When I'm having fun, I don't think about anything. I was so happy then, but so sad now."

In the evening, Jiang Hua and Lan Jieying prepared dinner. Lan Jieying sat there to feed her son while Jiang Hua went to Jiang Qiuyun's room.

"Stop writing now, come out and eat."

Jiang Qiuyun's hands were sore as she shook them. He walked staggeringly to the dining table, picked up the bowl, and took a few bites numbly.

Then he wailed: "I can't finish writing. I can't finish writing at all. The teacher has assigned too many homework."

"Deserve it." Lan Jieying said with a smile: "As long as you can write a little bit every day, you won't have to be so anxious today. I will let you think about it every day. Will you still play in the future?"

Jiang Qiuyun shook her head timidly: "I'll finish my homework and then go play."

Lan Jieying nodded with satisfaction: "I'll teach you a lesson this time. Go back and make up your homework after dinner."

Jiang Qiuyun wailed and started to eat.

Jiang Hua smiled and said, "How about I think of a way for you."

Jiang Qiuyun's little head was like a chicken pecking at rice, and she said happily: "Okay, okay, Dad, hurry up and say it."

Jiang Hua said with a bad smile: "When you go to school and the teacher checks your homework, just say, on the last day of vacation, your mother and I had an argument, and your father got angry and threw your homework into the stove and burned it."

Jiang Qiuyun's little head started to move immediately, it seemed feasible. "What a great idea, geez."

Before she finished speaking, Lan Jieying threw her chopsticks at his head, and she saw Lan Jieying angrily saying: "What's a good way? Where do you get a good way? Your father doesn't teach you to learn well all day long. "

Jiang Hua smiled and said, "I'm just kidding."

Lan Jieying looked at her angrily: "Can this be a joke to a child? You don't expect your daughter to learn well."

After saying that, Lan Jieying began to warn Jiang Qiuyun: "You must complete your homework. I will ask your teacher later. If I hear your teacher say such nonsense, I will treat you to fried pork with bamboo shoots."

Jiang Qiuyun also asked curiously: "What is fried pork with bamboo shoots?"

No way, as a child from the north, bamboo shoots are not on their home-cooked recipes, so I don’t know the story of stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots.

"I just spank you with a piece of bamboo." Jiang Hua explained with a smile: "I learned this from your Aunt Luo Yuzhu from Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces."

"Oh." Jiang Qiuyun responded dejectedly, then took a few mouthfuls of rice: "I'm full and I'm going to do my homework."

After he left, Lan Jieying said unhappily: "Is that all you need to eat?"

"How can she think about eating now? She is praying silently in her heart that she won't be able to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots." Jiang Hua smiled and said, "It's okay. I'll prepare some midnight snacks for her when she gets hungry."

Lan Jieying nodded: "Okay, I'll prepare something she likes to eat then."

"You are the one who wants to be a loving mother, and you are the one who wants to be a strict mother. You will make the child confused."

Lan Jieying complained: "Who makes you unwilling to be a strict father?"

"It's too late for me to feel sorry for my own daughter. How could I be a strict father and treat her so harshly?"

In fact, most teachers have an idea in mind when assigning homework, which is no more than one or two hours a day. However, some children are thinking about having fun when doing homework, so they postpone the time to four or five hours.

After a night and a morning of hard work, Jiang Qiuyun finally finished all the homework, and finally let go of the big stone in her heart, no longer needing to eat her mother's fried pork with bamboo shoots.

The seven golden days have passed. After that, newspapers began to write articles one after another about the fruitful results of the Golden Week. Various tourist attractions were overcrowded, how many huge profits were created, and how many points were contributed to GDP.

Zheng Tong shook his head and said, "I feel like this Golden Week is flashy."

"The effect is still somewhat effective." Jiang Hua said uncertainly: "But now the Golden Week is a direct holiday. This system is quite good. I am afraid that the holiday will be transferred in the future."

"What does it mean to take a break?"

"We just canceled the Sundays before and after October 10st, and canceled the four-day rest. We had to make up for seven days on October 1st."

Zheng Tong was furious: "I have to work for twelve days in a row before and after the National Day, that is, I am gone for a month, just to rest for these seven days, so I might as well not rest at all, and have two days off every week, I I think enough is enough.”

"You think two days of rest is enough, but for some experts it's not enough."

(End of this chapter)