Chapter 17:
While talking, Song Dazhuang came back, Zhang Xiaohua said unconsciously, "Eat, eat. Er Cunzi came back from the provincial capital, he should be hungry."
Seeing Song Cun, Song Dazhuang smiled and said, "Er Cunzi is back? Why don't you let me pick you up?"
Since Song Dazhuang came back from the provincial capital, he deeply felt that his identity was different, he was no longer the same as before, he was the father of a college student, he had been to the provincial capital and the university campus. In the village, the captain of the production team has only been to the county seat as far as possible, and has never been out of the city. His father can't look down on him anymore, who made him have a son of a college student, who in the village doesn't look up to him now?
Song Cun threw away the watermelon rind in his hand, turned around and said, "The quilts are all in the dormitory and I haven't brought them back. There's nothing else, I can do it by myself."
"Then you should tell your family to borrow a bicycle from the village and pick you up in the town." Song Dazhuang said.
Song Cun said: "When I was in junior high school, I got used to walking. It is no problem to walk back this way."
At this time, even bicycles were not available in every household. Like in their village, there were only two families with bicycles. The children were studying in the town, and the sky was lit up. After breakfast, it was normal to walk for hours to school. , The environmental conditions are such that there is no way to do it. Fortunately, the children are quite able to endure hardship.
At the beginning, Song Zhiwen said that he was too weak to walk, and wanted Song Dazhuang to buy him a bicycle, but Song Dazhuang refused. After all, a bicycle is not cheap, and their family really can't afford it, let alone a bicycle ticket.
Song Dazhuang disagreed with buying a bicycle, so Song Zhiwen pestered Zhang Xiaohua. Zhang Xiaohua couldn't bear her son running to the town before dawn, and wanted to lend him some money to buy him a bicycle, but was interrupted by Song Dazhuang with a black face: "If you don't want to go, you can't go. It can save me some money. It took so many years to get into junior high school, and I still have the face to carry a bicycle. Everyone can walk, why can't he?"
Knowing that the crooked mother can also use it, but he was afraid that his father would not let him study, so Song Zhiwen didn't dare to persuade Zhang Xiaohua to buy him a bicycle.
"It's hot at noon. When will you come back next time? Remember to send a letter to your family so that I can pick you up in advance." Song Dazhuang said and accidentally saw the patches on his clothes: "This clothes are still from the past. There are patches, let your mother make you a new one, how can a college student not have decent clothes."
Song Cun raised his arm and saw the patch on his elbow: "Some of my classmates in school wear it like this."
Song Dazhuang looked at Zhang Xiaohua: "You still have a piece of Dacron, use it for Er Cunzi to make a gown."
Zhang Xiaohua hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Song Zhiwen, seeing that he was a little unhappy, she hurriedly said: "I promised Zhiwen, the piece is really good for him."
Song Cun lowered his head: "It's okay, it's okay if I don't wear it, anyway, I'm used to giving Zhiwen whatever good things I get from my little girl."
Song Dazhuang's face darkened, Zhang Xiaohua's thumped, Song Cun won't be jealous again, right? She said: "When I have cloth again, I will make you a gown."
Song Cun said in a low voice: "I know my mother loves Zhiwen, so forget it."
Zhang Xiaohua looked at Song Cun in embarrassment, and the child became angry again.
Song Dazhuang said angrily: "Zhiwen can't even pass the high school entrance examination, and Qiuli doesn't have to go to school anymore. He is farming at home. Who can show him his clothes so well? Besides, if you get good grades, you will wear tattered clothes. I also give you a high look. Like him, no matter how well dressed it is, it’s useless. So Liang will make clothes for Er Cunzi.”
In the past, I favored Zhiwen because of his sweet tongue, coaxing ability and weak body. But there is a saying that you are smart when you are young, but you may not be smart when you grow up. Besides, when I was young, I would say, child, I have no other requirements for him, so it is strange to be able to speak. But when you grow up, what's the use of telling you that you can't do anything?
Song Zhiwen couldn't hide his stiff face anymore, he said in a hurry: "Father, I won't pass the high school entrance examination this year, but I will pass the entrance examination next year. I will continue to study for another year." As for making clothes, he didn't dare to mention Yes, the key is to repeat.
Song Dazhuang glared at him: "High school is harder than junior high school. It takes you three years to take the junior high school entrance exam. How many years do you want to take the college entrance examination? Six years?"
Song Zhiwen pursed his lips and insisted: "If I take the exam for a few more years, I will definitely be able to pass the exam."
Song Dazhuang looked at him and hummed, "It's just that you want to take the exam for a few more years, and I don't have that much money for you yet."
Song Zhiwen looked at Song Dazhuang suddenly, and seeing that he was serious, he really didn't intend to let him continue to study. He felt cold and asked with red eyes, "Then what can I do if I don't study with my body?"
Song Dazhuang said: "Planting the land. There are not all weak people in the village. If everyone can farm the land, so can you."
"I'm so broken, what land can I plant? It's because I don't live up to it, and my body is not strong." Song Zhiwen burst into tears, with tears in his eyes, as if crying loudly.
Zhang Xiaohua felt distressed all of a sudden, looked at Song Dazhuang, and said resentfully: "You too, let him study if he wants to. He can't do much when he comes back, do you really have the heart to let him work in the fields?"
Song Dazhuang raised his head and said angrily: "Be patient, why can't you bear it? I can't bear it now. When we get old and can't work anymore, and no one can rely on him, sooner or later he will suffer."
Zhang Xiaohua sighed, and Song Dazhuang yelled at Song Zhiwen: "If you want to cry, get out of the room and cry."
Song Zhiwen cried even louder when he heard his words.
Song Xiaomi was ashamed of him, crying for such a grown-up, but still a boy, should he be ashamed?
Song Cun stood up and said, "Are you still eating? You're hungry."
Just as Zhang Xiaohua was about to speak, Song Xiaomi hurriedly said, "The leek box has been steamed, I'll go and fill the bowl."
Song Dazhuang said loudly, "Eat."
Song Cun helped carry the bowl, and the food was brought to the dining table. Song Zhiwen quickly sat down on the chair. Song Cun glanced at him and saw that there were still tears in his eyes. He kept silent, washed his hands, and took a bite with his chopsticks fried leek dumpling. Seeing that he ate first, Song Zhiwen quickly took a bowl and put a few chive boxes into the bowl.
Song Dazhuang couldn't see it and hummed, but he was active in eating, and directly picked up a box of leeks from his bowl. Song Zhiwen glanced at him and saw that his eyes were full of anger, so he didn't dare to say anything.
Just after eating, grandparents and grandparents came back. Grandpa heard from the village that Song Cun was back, so he came too.
Mrs. Song took Song Cun's arm and kept looking: "I lost weight, I lost weight."
Song Cun stretched out his arms to show her: "I'm not thin, my arms are thicker than before. Although the dishes in the school cafeteria are not as good as grandma's, the food is really good, and you can often eat meat."
Mrs. Song said with a smile: "I'm back home, I'll make you whatever you want to eat."
Those educated youths in the village who were able to return to the city had already returned to the city, and some who could not return to the city took the college entrance examination in June. When they heard that Song Cun was back, they came to thank Song Cun for the information he gave them, saying that with the information Song Cun gave them, they More sure this year.
After sending the educated youths away, Song Cun had time to talk to Grandpa. The grandfather smiled and said, "My old comrade-in-arms wrote me a letter saying that you went to visit him."
Song Cun said: "I'm usually busy with homework, so I went there once."
In the compound of the military region, he was entrusted by his grandfather to visit his old comrades-in-arms on his behalf. It was enough once, and the taste of frequent visits changed.
Grandpa is old and smart, how could he not see what Song Cun was thinking, so he said: "When school starts, help me bring him something."
Since Song Cun went to the compound of the military region privately to have a bad influence, no one would say anything about sending things to his old comrades on his behalf.
"Row."
Song Cun was not stupid, he knew what Grandpa meant, his old comrade-in-arms should be quite high in the army based on the house he lived in and his treatment. Grandpa has no children, so he often visits him on behalf of grandpa. Not only can he get acquainted with his old comrades, but it also shows his status in grandpa's heart. Grandpa is trying to win connections for him.
Although the college entrance examination has been resumed, production has not been divided into households, and farming is still collective. Song Cun used part of the money he earned in high school to buy books and daily necessities. During the summer vacation, Song Cun didn't plan to be idle, so he went to the fields to earn work points with his hoe.
In their village, each work point is 10 cents, and Song Cun can earn 12 work points, which is 1 yuan and 20 cents. Of course, he does not have work every day. Even so, he can earn 50 or 60 yuan in a summer vacation. The university does not pay tuition fees, but also provides living allowances. Except for daily necessities and books and materials, there is no money to spend on other things. Just fifty or sixty yuan is enough for him to use for a long time.
People in the village saw his hard work, and when they met Song Dazhuang, they teased him enviously: "The second son has already gone to college, so why do you ask him to work? You can bear to tire him so much when he eats public meals in the future. "
There is quite a lot of land in the village. The father and son are in the south of the village and the other in the north of the village. They did not work together. If it hadn’t been said that Song Cun was working to earn work points, Song Dazhuang would not have known that he had gone to the field again. He smiled. Talking about the scene, when I returned home, I went to the parents' house next door. When I saw Mr. Song, I said very unpleasantly: "Er Cunzi has finally returned home, and he is not allowed to rest. Our family is just poor. For two dollars, a college student should not be sent to work in the fields to earn work points.”
Mr. Song sneered, and squinted at him: "Yo, now that I feel sorry for Er Cunzi, what did you do?"
Look at what he said, it seems that he is open to money and doesn't want the child to be idle, so he will let him work when he comes back from vacation. Don't even think about Er Cunzi, is that child a person who can live at leisure? When came back from vacation and didn't work in the fields? Er Cunzi never stopped working in the fields just because he was a college student and would eat at the public house in the future. He was a father on the contrary, so let him show his ability.
Song Dazhuang said submissively: "Isn't this a joke in the village? It is said that our family sees money and asks college students to work in the fields."
Mr. Song choked, "Don't say that Er Cunzi is a college student now, even if he will become an official in the future, he is also a child raised by farmers. It is good for rural children to work in the fields. Why don't you do it at the age of sixteen or seventeen? That's what makes people laugh."
Song Dazhuang blushed when he said that, he knew that his father was talking about Zhiwen, Zhiwen was so old, it wasn't that he didn't do a day's work, he didn't earn a work point.
He hummed and said, "Father, don't say anything, I'll let Zhiwen go to work in the field tomorrow. Even if he earns one work point a day, it's better than doing nothing."
Mr. Song said impatiently: "As you like."
Whether he does work or not, can he still worry so much?