"The army of Daohua Village, Lianhua Town, Yongxin Township, is ready to go to Xinjiang to pick cotton. You can go to Xinjiang to share the burden on the brothers and sisters of the Xinjiang Corps at any time." Village Party Secretary Lin Zhikun applauded, and the villagers below were all wearing ill-fitting gray patched clothes.

They had pale faces, thin hair, dry hair, huge luggage on their backs, and clapped with hope in their eyes. Lin Zhikun grinned and said, "You should work hard when you go there, don't lose the face of Daohua Village. Wait for you to return, you

Children can go to school, you can make new clothes for your children, work for two more years, and you can also build a bright blue brick house."

"We want to live in a tiled house, we want to send our children to school, and we want to make new clothes for our children." The villagers shouted with fists.

Lin Bei was pedaling the bicycle with great worries. He didn't know what he thought of, so he shook his mind for a moment. When he came to his senses, he was attracted by the slogans of the villagers: "What a familiar slogan."

Lin Bei had something in his mind, but he just took a quick look and then withdrew his gaze, then tried hard to ride the bicycle.

Lin Bei lowered his head and widened his eyes by the changes in front of him. Where is his bicycle, a small bald head suddenly appeared in his arms.

He panicked.

"Dad, I want mom." Lin Cong burped his head, trying to stabilize his emotions, and try to speak clearly about his thoughts, but seeing his father's eyes stagnant, he calmed down for a moment, decisively retracted his gaze, twisted his gaze

The little body stretched out his hand to the crowd, and mom kept shouting, and his calves were kicking hard.

Lin Cong's father turned on Lin Bei's memory switch. He weighed the boy in his arms and immediately opened his eyes and observed the surroundings.

Lin Zhikun was still speaking passionately, and the villagers' waxy faces were filled with smiles. Before the tractor that pulled the villagers to the train station arrived, Lin Zhikun had to click another name. A girl threw her bulging fertilizer pockets on her shoulders and two braids

He jumped playfully and walked to the back of the team. When he heard Lin Zhikun calling her, she raised her hand on tiptoe and shouted excitedly: "Come."

Lin Bei looked over with his voice. When he saw the much younger Lin Zhikun and Yu Haohao, he was sure that he had really returned to the summer of 1982.

Midsummer of 1982.

For him, it was the beginning of a nightmare.

God sent him back before the nightmare began. This time, he chose not to act bravely, and he also wanted to stop Yu Hao from going to Xinjiang.

Lin Bei pulled the hurdle vest on his son and wiped his face. He walked over excitedly and grabbed the fertilizer pocket, revealing his white big white teeth: "I will build a tiled house for you at the end of the year, can you not go to Xinjiang?"

"Don't shake the morale of the army here and pull me back." Yu Hao avoided his son's hand and rushed towards her, and replied unhappily.

"I heard that Xinjiang has a large temperature difference. People there wear jackets during the day and quilts at night. You are in poor health and can't stand the cold and hot."

They are all poor people, and their biggest hope is that they can avoid starving and rarely take minor pains and illnesses to heart. Yu Haohao was a hundred times more painful than them in childhood, and he did not take his own body seriously than them. As long as he hoped,

She could endure all the illnesses and sufferings, so that Lin Bei and her had been married for three years and did not find that Yu Haohao was in poor health.

Yu Haohao always faces everyone with great energy, so Yu Haohao signed up to go to Xinjiang to pick cotton. Lin Bei stopped him several times but didn't stop him, so he let Yu Haohao go to Xinjiang.

He didn't expect that Yu Haohao would come back from Xinjiang, his body was like a scrapped bicycle, and he had problems everywhere. He often couldn't breathe and suddenly couldn't see it. As long as it was rainy, all the joints of her body were painful, and her head hurt like a needle was pricked.

No matter how thick she wears in winter, her body is as cool as a popsicle, and she also wears trousers in summer. Lin Bei watched her not feel comfortable for a day, and he had no way to help her relieve her illness. He was particularly regretful that he did not stop Yu Haohao back then.

Thank God for letting him go back to 1982. This time he will definitely keep Yu Haohao and let Yu Haohao avoid those illnesses.

He and Yu Haohao have lived with him for so many years. He knew how stubborn Yu Haohao was, and he also understood that Yu Haohao would not be easily convinced by him, so he used his killer move and whispered: "Every time you come, you love to get angry at me,

I didn't say anything, but you squatted on the ground and cried. Outsiders didn't know what was going on. When they heard you crying, they thought I closed the door and beat you up.

I am such an upright young man, and I have been so frustrated that anyone else is frustrated. I was so angry that I went to the health center to get you gunpowder. The doctor heard me tell you about your situation and said that you were cold when you were a child.

, the body is cold and bleeding every month, it will hurt. You cry in pain, not by me."

Yu Hao's face turned red and his ears were smoking like a locomotive.

She turned her head to look around and prayed that no one could hear what Lin Bei said. When she saw a few men not far away, she seemed to look here. She suspected that they had heard what Lin Bei said. Yu Haohao was both ashamed and ashamed.

Embarrassing, tears rumbling in my eyes.

Seeing this, Lin Bei shouted: "Uncle Six."

After pausing his speech, Lin Zhikun, who was drinking tea to moisten his throat, heard Lin Bei calling him. The muscles on Lin Zhikun's face trembled: "What are you calling me blindly? Call me the village party secretary."

A few years later, Lin Zhikun was transferred to the village as a cadre. He called Lin Zhikun Director Lin. Lin Zhikun smiled and approved him to call him Uncle Six. From then on, Lin Bei called Lin Zhikun six. He was used to calling him Uncle Six, and almost forgot about the past.

I bothered myself to call him Uncle Six.

Lin Bei immediately changed his words: "Village Party Secretary, I'm having a good fever."

Lin Zhikun came over with a teapot, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, spitting the tea leaves back into the teapot. As soon as his mouth opened, Yu Haohao took the lead and said: "Village Party Secretary, don't listen to him nonsense, I'm fine, not sick.

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The cadres said that Xinjiang is good, there are millions of acres of cotton land there. The locals eat yak meat every meal and cantaloupe and grapes at will. Most people sign up to pick cotton in Xinjiang. They are for making money and filling.

To fill your stomach, Yu Haohao has the same purpose as them.

Yu Haohao is now going to Xinjiang wholeheartedly and can't listen to the advice. Lin Bei can only make this bad decision. He touched her forehead and was startled and said, "Why is it so hot? Don't cry, tell me, how can you feel uncomfortable?"

"You should take care of your children at home and take care of the crops. Don't worry about me, and you are not allowed to follow me." Yu Hao's cheeks flushed in anger, and tears fell down. She pushed the fertilizer pocket on her shoulders, sucked her nose, and went toward her.

Crowd inside the crowd.

"Xinjiang is far away from us, and you have to take a train for a month. People who are not healthy can't go to Xinjiang at all." Lin Zhikun looked at Yu Haohao and frowned, "Yu Haohao, Lin Bei said you are not in good health, and

You are still having a fever, but you are still low. You are taking the train to Xinjiang like this, isn’t this a nonsense?"

"You obey the organization's arrangements. Don't go to Xinjiang this year. You will go next year." Lin Zhikun held the teapot with one hand and picked up a pen in his other hand to cross out Yu Haohao's name. Yu Haohao tried his best to explain himself

Without illness, Lin Zhikun only believed what he saw, and did not believe what Yu Hao said. He crossed out Yu Haohao's name and put down the pen. Seeing Lin Bei's jealous grandson crying with his hoarse voice hit Yu Haohao, he endured it and endured it.

I couldn't help but take back my nephew and kicked Lin Bei's calves, "You are such a bad thing, you're here to be a door god, so why don't you carry your wife to the hospital for treatment."

Lin Bei carried Yu Haohao and ran home with his other hand with his fertilizer pocket.

Lin Bei searched for memories and returned to the old house. His yard was really big, and the two thatched huts were small and broken. He pushed open the door and the dilapidated door panel clattered. He suspected that he used two more force and the door panel would scatter.

It's right.

"Lin Bei, you bastard."

Yu Haohao was put in the house by Lin Bei. Her eyes were dark for a few seconds. When she regained the light, she chased Lin Bei to the yard and shouted:

"Aren't you capable? You can hide from me! I'm afraid that I will do anything! I can't bite you! Stop me, I won't bite you, you go into the house and flip. If you can find two dollars, I can't follow me.

You make a fuss.”

Lin Bei stopped and stared at Yu Haohao: "You said, I'll take two dollars out, and you won't make trouble with me."

"I said it." Yu Haohao said with a nose blasting fire.

Lin Bei walked straight out, Yu Haohao: "?"

"Don't you count on borrowing money?" Yu Hao shouted with his waist pinched.

"I understand." Lin Bei.

Yu Haoxiao walked to the gate of the yard and saw Lin Bei pulling a cart to the old house by her. She watched Lin Bei walk away. Her eyes rolled around a few times, ran back to the house, carrying her fertilizer pocket and ran to the brigade headquarters.

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The salary for picking cotton in Xinjiang is higher than that of a timber factory level 1 worker. It is said that she is almost catching up with a 2-level worker. In other words, she has worked in Xinjiang for a few months. The salary she received is not 150, and 120, and she has never seen it yet.
Chapter completed!