Chapter 42 Spring Festival
Zhang Xinyi is the granddaughter of Imperial Physician Zhao. She is the daughter of her mother’s best friend, Mrs. Zhao, and her father’s best friend, Zhang Qingping. Her name was given by Imperial Physician Zhao. She also has a younger sister named Zhao Ziwan, both of whom are flowers. Names are also medicine names.
"My mother is referring to girls other than Xin Yi. Her nose is sniffing everywhere..."
"What are you talking about! I have to criticize you for this!" Hu Xuemei He said this, but there was no sign of criticism. He was already laughing so hard.
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In the afternoon of that day, Secretary Hua Yuliang led comrades from the Propaganda Department and Organization Department of the County Party Committee to Zhou Zhi’s home to offer cordial condolences to Zhou Zhi who, under the white terror, risked his life to properly keep important things for the organization. Comrade Song Qiaoling, an old underground party member who is a historical relic.
The organization has decided to restore Song Qiaoling's party membership status, and her party membership is undisputed, starting from 2029.
However, my grandmother has always been in the countryside and worked as a women's director in Gujing Township after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Therefore, she cannot be regarded as a cadre participating in the work, and there is no such thing as retroactive service and back pay.
However, in view of Comrade Qiaoling's significant contribution, the county party committee decided to reward Comrade Qiaoling two hundred yuan.
From now on, every month, you can refer to the old Red Army soldiers in the county who participated in the revolution and voluntarily returned to their hometowns after liberation, and enjoy the subsidies issued by the county.
Mom was relieved. The money was used to make up for grandma’s party dues. Even if it was even, there would still be some leftover.
The secretary wanted to make this matter bigger, but the godfather was holding back, wanting to leave a few cultural relics in Jiachuan. Hua Yuliang called him to the office and scolded him.
In the end, the secretary's will was reflected. These cultural relics will be collected in the National Military Museum and are now on their way to the capital.
These related events have been reported on the evening news these days.
When the county party committee issued a notice requesting comrades from all relevant departments to watch the "Times Collection" column broadcast by the provincial station at 8:30 that night, everyone knew about Secretary Hua's high integrity.
News in the small county of Jiachuan spread faster than the wind.
Do you know? Zhou Yuanjiang, this stubborn donkey, not only escaped disaster this time, but also got a blessing in disguise...
Yes, his boy's essay was published in the provincial magazine, and Secretary Yuliang personally called him to the office and talked all morning ...
Where are we now? Do you know the interview I will tell you to watch tonight? Secretary Zhang was present in person at that time and accompanied him throughout the whole process...
I also heard that brothers, please don’t spread this word outside. The secretary has already talked to Liu Changan...
No matter how the wind blows in the small county town, it has nothing to do with Zhou Zhi, because at home The happy events and worries are gone, and you can prepare to have a comfortable Spring Festival.
Zhou Zhi’s study time is in the afternoon and evening, from nine o’clock in the morning to two o’clock in the afternoon. He has to go out with Master Qiao.
The stall is located at the North Gate Bamboo, Woodenware and Grain Free Market, outside Lao Ma’s fishing tackle shop.
This is the place where folks from all over the country must pass when entering the city.
Zhou Zhi and Mr. Qiao sold couplets and the Chinese characters "福" there.
My mother asked someone from Xinhua Bookstore to get the red paper, and the job of cutting the paper was left to a foreign monk.
Zhou Zhi also has a treasure in his hand that he picked up from his fifth uncle's house. It is made of yellow paper with rough edges and is called "Lian Shu". They are all good pairs with quaint and good intentions.
The word "Fu" costs 20 cents each, plus couplets and horizontal scrolls. A set of five-character couplets costs 60 cents, and a set of seven-character couplets costs 80 cents.
Mr. Qiao thinks the pricing is troublesome. Five-character couplets plus the word "福" are 50 cents, and seven-character couplets and the word "福" are one dollar. Wouldn't it be better to get change?
was ruthlessly rejected by Zhou Zhi.
Nowadays, all the good calligraphers in the county cherish feathers. Those who don’t cherish feathers are inferior to Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao in calligraphy.
In addition, the price is cheaper than those printed by Xinhua Bookstore, and the auspicious words on it can outshine them in several streets, so sales are booming.
If you are willing to pay an extra fifty cents, the two children can also listen to you talk about the important things at home this year, or your expectations for the next year, such as building a house, marrying a wife, etc., and they can help. You choose appropriate pairs, explain the contents to you, and then write them on the spot.
If you take this thing back and stick it on, it will make your door curtain look bad.
And this comfortable experience is far better than facing the awesome and coaxing salespersons selling printed matter at the Xinhua Bookstore joint stall.
Beimenkou Pier has been crowded with people these days. The stalls can sell more than two hundred couplets every day, most of which are seven-character ones. Zhou Zhi and Mr. Qiao can earn one hundred and seventy-eight dollars a day. , sometimes two hundred and twenty-three.
On the 29th of the New Year, the business of the couplet stall dropped sharply, so Zhou Zhi and Mr. Qiao settled the accounts at home.
One person divided 600 yuan, and after deducting the cost of the red paper for his mother, the remaining 70 yuan was given to Yang He, which was regarded as his "work fee" for cutting paper these days.
Including the thirty yuan that Yang He had previously paid in advance, this made up a hundred yuan, which made Yang He feel confident when he returned home this time.
Mr. Qiao admired Zhou Zhi very much: "Brother, this is a bigger profit than selling watermelons!"
Zhou Zhi shook his head: "We are not prepared enough, brother, in fact we made a loss this time." Qiao The master held a handful of bills in his hand and felt unbelievable: "Loss...? How much profit should I make?"
Zhou Zhi vowed: "Next year we will go to Manzhou to buy gold powder and write gold characters! We will also buy some printed New Year pictures and couplets! What they have, we want to have, what we have, they don't!"
“Our calligraphy cannot be cheaper than that of Xinhua Bookstore stalls!”
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On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Uncle Xinhua came to celebrate the New Year. He also brought iodine, scissors and tweezers. He wanted to remove Zhou Zhi's stitches, which meant it was best not to keep them. New Year.
My grandson recovered well and was bouncing around, so grandma forgave Uncle Xinhua for his poor medical skills and made Zhou Zhi unable to get out of bed for three days and unable to eat for seven days. She also gave Uncle Xinhua two pairs of insoles.
The Spring Festival Gala of 1991 was quite interesting. It included "Flowers in the Water" by Alan Tam, "Police and Thieves" by Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao, and "Looking Back Again" by Jiang Yuheng...
But None of these programs captured the heart of finding one's "first pot of gold." Grandma didn't like to stay up late, so she wished her an early New Year, and Zhou Zhi went back to her room to plot.
Zhao San was very helpful, saying that his uncle had already been captured by him. There is usually some "exhaust gas" left in the helium tanks used up by the shipyard, so Zhou Zhi should use them as much as possible. These "exhaust gases" are waste in the first place, and even the money cannot be paid. No need to give.
The balloons Zhou Zhi got from the Manzhou Small Commodity Market were large ones that could be blown up to eighty centimeters in diameter, medium ones that were forty centimeters in diameter, and many smaller ones, including loofahs and those with twisted loofahs.
One hundred balloons per bag, the wholesale price is two yuan per bag for large ones, one yuan per bag for medium ones, and seven cents for small ones and loofahs.
There is also the cotton thread to tie the mouth of the balloon, which only costs so much and is gone.
After roughly preparing everything, the firecrackers in the city began to crackle, and even the sound of the TV at the party was completely drowned out. It lasted for two hours before becoming sporadic.
There were few firecrackers in Zhou Zhi's house, and his father was reluctant to set them off. He waited until the TV started counting down, and then shouted: "Zhou Zhi! Come out! It's time to set off the firecrackers!"
Early in the morning on the first day of the new year, just after five o'clock, It was still dark, so Zhou Zhi went out.
There is a thick layer of red broken firecracker paper on the street, and the sanitation workers are too lazy to sweep it away, because it will stay like this for the next few days.
Grandma didn't see Zhou Zhi when she got up, so she asked my mother: "Where is my dear grandson?"
My mother was putting glutinous rice balls into the pot: "I went out before dawn, hurry up Go make money! I want to see how much he and Mr. Qiao will make this year! How much do you eat?”
"Come and let the moon be red." Grandma said calmly, adhering to the principle of opening her mouth when encountering soft and waxy things.
Mom stuck out her tongue at dad, turned to grandma and said, "Mom, you are getting older, so you shouldn't eat so much this year, right?"
Dad Quietly pointing to the dustpan, he whispered: "These are the ones Zhou Zhi kneaded for grandma, put them down first."
When my mother looked at the dustpan, sure enough, some glutinous rice balls were obviously smaller in size.
Dad then turned to grandma and said: "It's okay, Mom, we will just eat Yueyuehong! Now we have a wheelchair, and we will push you out for a while!"
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"You don't leave the house on the first day of the new year." Grandma said so, but she was also happy in her heart: "Didn't my dear grandson earn so much? Why are you rushing out to earn money on the first day of the new year?"
< br>"If you don't go to any house, you just walk around the streets." Dad explained patiently: "Zhouzhi is called work-study. It is meaningful to educate children. I agreed, so that they can experience the hardship of life as soon as possible."
< br>"Don't mention the last one during the Chinese New Year" That’s a word!”
Grandma still put on her apron and put it in a clever way: “You’re so diligent. The day before yesterday, I saw my dear grandson and Mr. Qiao were having a holiday, and all the colorful money was lost. , I ordered thousands of them!”
My mother couldn’t help shaking her hands, and a big glutinous rice ball rolled into the pot. The splash of boiling water scared her and she quickly shrank her hands: "Then...Mom?" ?”
"It's true." Grandma said: "The two children divided six hundred each and gave seventy to the foreign monk. They said it was the wages for cutting paper..."
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< br>Just when mom and dad looked at each other speechlessly, both seeing the surprised look in each other's eyes, Zhou Zhi and Mr. Qiao had already met at the shipyard again.
The shipyard is also on holiday. Zhao San's old uncles have all gone back to their hometowns. Zhao San is the only one who is keeping watch. When he sees the two coming, he opens the iron gate.
Zhou Zhi stuffed two boxes of snacks and said, "Happy New Year, Third Brother!"
Zhao San quickly shied away: "Elbow, you are cheating on me..."
"This is not for you." Zhou Zhi smiled and said: "I asked Brother San to bring this to my uncle. Yours , we’ll figure it out later!”
The next step is to inflate, tie the mouth, and tie the bottom of the cotton thread to the iron wire ring with screws to prevent them from flying away.
Soon, a large number of big red balloons floated inside the boat canopy of the shipyard. Under the big red balloons were colorful small and medium-sized balloons.
“Hey! It’s so beautiful!” Zhao San, a rough guy, couldn’t help but cheer when he saw it.
(End of this chapter)