Hello, 1983

Dividing moon cakes, all the shopkeepers will come out to receive moon cakes!

Da Zhangluo raised his loud voice, and the whole village could hear it really, it was more effective than loud speakers.

With a bang, more than a dozen little children surrounded the carriage, and there were more, who were running towards this side.

Wow, what a big mooncake!

Sihuzi looked at the golden soybean cakes on the carriage and drooled.

These children who are too young have never seen a bean cake shoot, and they thought it was a big moon cake.

Uncle boss likes to tease children, especially little boys, and he said with a smile: Whoever can hold it will belong to whoever can hold it, just go home!

Hearing this, the children screamed and climbed onto the car, untied the rope, and went to hold the soybean cake.

A piece of bean cake is serious and heavy, and a young baby can't really hold it.

If you can't hold it, you have to hold it, and you have to carry it home even if you try to suckle.

There are a few children who are only three or four years old, and they can't hold it, so they just start chewing, biting down a little bit of bean cake dregs and chewing in their mouths.

While chewing, he said, Well, this big moon cake is really fragrant!

The children were carrying the soybean cakes, and when they ran over to see Zhang Pole, who was about to receive the moon cakes, they scolded:

Boss, aren't you kidding me? You're fooling the kids with the soy pancake beat.

What, not moon cakes?

The children's movements were frozen in an instant, and then, all of their strength seemed to be taken away at once, and the soybean cakes in their arms were also thrown to the ground.

Some of the little kids were so angry that they cried and pointed at the uncle boss: Bad man, you lied, we will never play with your little five and six in the future!

Zhang Ganzi also followed: Yes, boss, you must have a son without that!

The uncle of the boss is not angry at all, and he is still cheerful: If I can really have a son, I will recognize it.

These little boys were disappointed and angry at the same time. At this moment, they saw their elder brother Qingshan suddenly walking to the front with a cardboard box.

One hand is still raised high, holding a round thing, golden, as if holding a small moon.

Mooncake, this is a mooncake!

The children immediately burst into huge cheers.

After a hula, Liu Qingshan was surrounded by little kids, jumping, jumping and screaming, making his ears buzzing.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and Liu Qingshan felt that the moon cake in his hand had been snatched away.

Taking a closer look, the moon cake has been bitten in Zhang Zhe's mouth, and a child can't reach it, but an adult can.

I bite the crescent moon in one bite, the steel fork in two bites, and the three bites...

Zhang Ganzi was eating and talking when he heard Liu Qingshan's voice come over: Uncle Ganzi, one moon cake per person.

What, just one piece!

Zhang Ganzi looked at the little big tiger left in his hand, and simply put it all into his mouth, and said with a whimper: Eating is not the same every day, eat early, eat early.

In a cheerful atmosphere, the adults of each family came to receive moon cakes, and then they were surrounded by a group of children at home, ready to go home.

Don't go, there's beef!

Da Zhangluo shouted again, and then asked a half-old child to greet Dashuai Zhang to help divide the meat.

This time, the atmosphere of joy was even stronger, and the entire Jiapigou finally had a somewhat festive atmosphere.

Liu Qingshan also took the opportunity to win people's hearts: It's the holiday season, this moon cake and beef, even if it is the welfare distributed in advance by our cooperative, it will relieve the cravings of the elderly and children at home!

Everyone cheered loudly, Zhang Ganzi's voice was the highest: I'll just say, it's better to eat a big pot of rice.

When Zhang Dashuai came to the scene with a meat-cutting knife hanging from his waist,

The cheers rang out.

Zhang Dashuai's technique is really good. With one knife, it's basically 2 pounds, and half a pound is almost the same. Everyone happily went home with moon cakes, followed by a baby boy who was carrying beef. The little nose leaned in to smell it.

After all the things were distributed, the carriage was driven to the pig farm to unload the car. Looking at the pieces of golden soybean cake, Zhang Ganzi also smiled brightly: It seems that there will be no shortage of snacks in the future.

Liu Qingshan also walked home with three pieces of beef, followed by two guardians: the fourth elder was holding four boxes of moon cakes tightly in his arms, and the elder Wushan was holding an enamel basin filled with moon cakes.

Since everyone had moon cakes, he also exchanged the moon cake tickets given by Secretary Sun.

However, these four boxes of moon cakes have to be given one box each to the party secretary's grandfather and the captain's uncle, which is also explained by Secretary Sun.

As for the beef, one is from his family, one is from Grandpa's, and the other is from Yang Hongying.

It stands to reason that Shan Xing still has to get a share, but these are enough, and if you take too much, it's time for others to gossip.

It happened that the meat seller gave a ox tail. The villagers thought it was all bones. No one wanted it, so it was given to Liu Qingshan's house.

Oxtail is a good thing, and it is the most nourishing, so Liu Qingshan is not polite. He will get an oxtail pot later, just to replenish his body.

Arriving at the door of the house, the little fourth child, who was originally happy, suddenly slapped his face and said, Brother, the big deer is running.

Liu Qingshan looked into the firewood fence, and it turned out to be empty.

No wonder, this guy didn't run out and greeted him in that special way.

Just as he was about to comfort the fourth child, he heard Shan Xing suddenly say:

The big deer must be homesick, miss its friends, miss its... its mother!

Seeing the foggy eyes of the little guy, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He raised his eyes to look at the rolling Doubao Mountain in the distance, and said quietly:

Perhaps, when Dalulu came home and stayed for a few days, he felt that our family was better. There were two little masters who fed him good food every day, so he led the whole family here.

Really!

Shan Xing's big eyes instantly became bright and full of hope again.

After entering the house, the family took the things, and Liu Qingshan called out: eldest brother-in-law, there is your letter, it seems that there is a sample book sent by post.

With a swish, Gao Wenxue appeared in front of him, excited heart, trembling hands, opened the package.

As expected, there is Harvest Magazine, the fifth issue in 1983, with ten neatly arranged books, exuding a faint fragrance of ink.

Liu Qingshan knows that the harvest is bimonthly, and, in this era, the sales volume is huge, how big is it?

Usually, each issue sells more than one million copies.

Following the table of contents, I turned to the page number where Xiaofeng was published, and looking at the neat typeface, Gao Wenxue's tears rolled down, dripping onto the white pages.

Everyone in the room looked at him with joy, but no one stepped forward to persuade him. This is a tear of joy, let it flow freely.

...

On the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Liu Qingshan filled the water tank as usual.

Although a well was killed in the shed of the grandfather's house, when it comes to drinking water, everyone still likes to drink the water from the big well.

After picking up the water, everyone wrapped the dumplings, put them on the table, bit off the outer skin, and there was a puddle of oil and water wrapped in a meat and egg, and the aroma was also fragrant.

The stuffing was prepared by Liu Qingshan. It stirred a lot of water in it, and also beat two eggs into it, so the beef tasted very fresh and tender, even the teeth of grandparents could chew.

While eating, the little fourth man laughed and called out It's really fragrant.

Although Shan Xing is not as exaggerated as the fourth, but his big eyes are also curved, and he will occasionally put dumplings into the Lingzhi bowl beside him.

It seems that the little guy really regards Lin Zhi as his second mother.

After breakfast, the family was busy with each other. Liu Qingshan went to the field to play. At this time, there was no machinery and equipment, and everyone still used a horse-drawn crocodile to roll around the soybeans spread on the ground.

After running for a few laps, I used a wooden fork to pick up the bean seedlings on the ground, and after turning them over, I continued to roll them. Needless to say, the efficiency is not to be mentioned.

He secretly made up his mind: to realize mechanization as soon as possible, to free everyone from heavy labor.

After running the stone dumplings, put the bean stalks aside, and put the rest of the soybean grains and bean skins into the sacks.

When the soybeans are all rolled, they will be lifted together again, just use the wind to blow the bean skins to the side, and the rest are golden soybeans.

Even after the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone was busy until late, and then they stopped working.

Liu Qingshan went back a little earlier, chopped the oxtail into sections, blanched it in water, and then simmered it in a large pot in the yard.

There are not many seasonings, so I put some green onions and peppers. In addition, I took off a few red peppers worn under the eaves and threw them into the pot.

When it was almost simmered, I added some potatoes and vermicelli, and simmered more than half of the pot.

After frying a few more green vegetables, the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner was served. Although it is not very rich, it is already very good in this era.

Before eating, Nyingchi used a plate to put a moon cake, and some wild fruits from the mountains, mainly the blue Shandu persimmon, and a few big red sand fruits, and placed them on the cabinet lid together.

On the wall above the cabinet cover is the family portrait, all of which are dedicated to the father.

The whole family stood in front, Gao Wenxue also stood beside Liu Jinfeng, holding his wife's hand.

There is also Shan Xing, who also holds hands with Xiao Lao Si, she is also a member of this family.

Only Yang Hongying stood aside, bowed her head silently, and paid tribute to the senior in the photo.

There were tears in the eyes of the whole family, the old bodies of grandparents trembled slightly, and the mother kept wiping the corners of her eyes.

Every festive season, think about your loved ones!

Liu Qingshan's heart was also very agitated, thinking about the joy of being under his father's knees when he was a child, thinking about his father teaching him to memorize Tang and Song Poetry, thinking about it, tears also blurred his vision.

He thought to himself: Dad, we are all fine now, how are you in another world?

A low sobbing sounded beside him. Liu Qingshan endured the grief in his heart and wiped his eyes with his sleeves. He is now the backbone of the family and has the responsibility to take good care of his family.

He whispered softly: Grandpa, grandma, mother, sister and sister, my father will always be with us, so each of us must be well.

Yang Hongying next to her also burst into tears.