"Aoko!"

When it was getting dark at night, Li Qiang just came back from the county. When he saw Zhang Qing, he hugged him like a bear.

Zhang Qing looked at him and smiled: "I thought I would come back smelling of alcohol."

Li Qiang shook his head and said: "I said I wouldn't drink from the beginning, but I just didn't drink. It's because of you. Now that you are famous, others give me three points of respect."

Zhang Qing looked at this high school classmate carefully and said with a smile: "Okay, I feel much calmer than before."

Li Qiang laughed and said: "You deal with a group of big men every day, and you can be calm. Qingzi, you still talk about me, look at you, how many times have you been on the news network? Last month I called the boss and the others

, Good guy, every one of them is almost regretting it. If they had known you could get to this point, they wouldn't have gone to college and would have defected to you directly."

Zhang Qing smiled and said: "Listen to them. How are you doing lately? The battlefield has not started since winter. How do you spend your time in your free time?"

Li Qiang smiled and said: "Are you afraid that I will waste time fooling around? Impossible! You are running so fast in front of me. If I don't study hard, how will I do anything in the future? I signed up for the night school in the capital and will leave tomorrow. The battlefield will be at least until the end of April.

Work won't start until the beginning of May, so I'll go to school for a while and then come back."

Zhang Qing said happily: "Okay! But you are studying on a government-sponsored basis, and your salary will be paid during the period, and the tuition will be paid for by the battlefield."

Li Qiang smiled and said: "I won't be polite to you anymore. You are a rich man now. But I won't take your money for nothing. I will help you after I learn how to be more systematic."

Zhang Qing patted him on the shoulder and said: "Come on then! We are really short of manpower there. Don't fall behind in English. I remember that you are not very good in other classes, but English is good. You will definitely go abroad in the future.

, you arrest him."

Li Qiang smiled and said: "English... When I was in the first grade of junior high school, my English teacher was really enthusiastic and praised me for my pronunciation standard, so I started to learn it to the death. I was able to enter the upper class.

, all because of your good English. Okay, it won’t be difficult to catch you again. Okay, you just came back today, go to bed early, I’ll go back first, it’s getting late, so go to bed early.”

Zhang Qing nodded, and after sending Li Qiang out, he glanced at the sunset on the horizon. It was so beautiful that it was intoxicating, just like the youth before his eyes.

…

The next morning.

Walking out of the room, the outside seems like a fairy tale world.

There was frost on the windows, and the branches were covered with fine, dense snow-white "down".

A kennel was built on the south side of the side house. Xiao Hui was not afraid of the cold and stood in front of the kennel watching Zhang Qing wagging his tail.

Whenever he sees Xiao Hui, Zhang Qing can remember the half leg of lamb in a urea bag that Xiao Hui brought back from outside when his family was in a difficult situation.

Although his name is Xiao Hui, this dog is already quite old...

Zhang Qing walked up to him, and Xiao Hui circled around his legs, sniffed it with his nose, and then looked up at him.

Zhang Qing leaned over and touched its head.

"This dog is living very well now. Your father can bring back cow bones, sheep intestines, and pig offal every day to feed him."

Sun Yuehe came out of the kitchen, saw her son standing in front of the doghouse, and said with a smile.

At this time, Zhang Lan and Zhou Yanyan also came out of the shower. Zhang Lan was still young, but Zhou Yanyan was like a hibiscus in clear water. Although there was no cosmetics added, she became more and more beautiful and beautiful, adding a little more to the winter snow here.

Quite gorgeous.

"It's not cold to wear a down jacket at home. You have to wear a large floral cotton-padded jacket, large cotton trousers, and jingle shoes."

Zhang Qing suggested.

Not to mention Zhou Yanyan, Zhang Lan, and Sun Yuehe were all dissatisfied: "How can Yanyan wear these? That's nonsense!" He then said: "I asked your dad to go to the entrance of the village to buy some burning paper. After breakfast, Fusheng drove a tractor to deliver it.

You go to Jiefang Village and pay a grave to Yanyan’s mother...and let your mother see how well you are doing now, so that she can feel at ease."

Zhou Yanyan nodded, then heard Zhang Qing say: "Then you still have to wear a sheepskin jacket, otherwise it will be so cold in the cemetery, and it won't look good if your mouth becomes crooked due to the cold."

"Auntie, look at him!"

Zhou Yanyan acted coquettishly towards Sun Yuehe, and Sun Yuehe pretended to beat Zhang Qing. Zhang Qing laughed and turned away.

…

The sky was filled with clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

There was a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth, and it was hard to tell which was the sky and which was the earth.

On Shaliangzi, a tomb is located alone.

If Zhou Yanyan hadn't been able to touch this place with her eyes closed, most people would not be able to find it under the heavy snow.

Zhang Qing used the wooden shovel and splendens broom he brought to sweep away the snow and clear away the frozen weeds.

Zhang Lan took the iron basin and handed over the burning paper and matches.

Zhou Yanyan kept laughing and didn't speak.

Zhang Qing said warmly: "How about Xiaolan and I go away first?"

Zhou Yanyan shook her head, looked at Zhang Qing and said with a smile: "I don't know what to say. I originally thought I could say a lot, but when I met my mother here, I felt that there was no need to say anything. She has seen it, and she must be happy.

, that’s it.”

Zhang Qing nodded and said: "That's fine, let's burn the paper."

Zhou Yanyan said: "You guys also help me burn it. There are so many, I have to burn them for a long time."

Zhang Qing smiled and said: "Okay."

Zhang Lan originally thought he could see Zhou Yanyan cry miserably, but he didn't expect that she didn't cry and was still happy, which was a bit disappointing.

But I think it's okay, it's already the twelfth lunar month, and it's not good to cry anymore.

I helped bring a lot of paper money wrapped in a green scarf, as well as Hades coins.

Looking at the numbers reflected above, Zhang Lan chuckled and said, "It would be great if they were all true."

Zhang Qing scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, this is for the underground people."

Burning paper at graves has been burning for thousands of years. Some experts say this is a bad habit and superstition, and it will also pollute the environment.

In fact, who doesn’t know deep down that this is fake? When you watch other people’s homes burning paper, you know it’s fake. But when you burn it in your own home, you believe it’s real.

It is nothing more than expressing condolences and hoping that the ancestors can live a good life. It is a continuation of filial piety, so just respect it.

Why do you have to show that you are a great understanding...

The three of them burned the paper and paper money together and walked back to the main road through the snow. Sun Fusheng and Bart were talking.

Seeing them coming back, Sun Fusheng hurriedly said: "Back? You have to go home, isn't it fun to catch a cold?"

Zhang Qing nodded, and the group got on the tractor, sat on the wolf-skin mattress, and covered themselves with large quilts. After the tractor started, it sprayed black smoke and headed back.

Zhou Yanyan looked at the lonely tomb that was getting further away, and pursed her lips tightly. Perhaps her eyes were blurred by the wind and snow, and her eyes were a little moist...

…

The following days were warm and ordinary.

In addition to reading and writing, Zhang Qing also walks around every day.

I also ski, play sledge, feed cattle and sheep, and sweep the snow when it snows.

Li Tie and Bart were both busier than him. Except for one of them who would go out with Zhang Qing every day, the other one stayed on the phone, calling almost from morning till dark.

In these days and months, not many people are living a good life.

Being able to have such a livelihood is very valuable to those retired soldiers.

Of course, not everyone has the courage to give up a job that can barely make ends meet, but can always guarantee income through drought or flood, unless the employer is in recession.

Unfortunately, most state-owned units are in recession now.

Recruiting people went much smoother than expected...

If it really takes three to five years, it will be difficult to recruit people like this.

The two of them are solely responsible for these matters.

Zhang Qing talks to his mother for a while every day, chats with relatives, and goes to the battlefield with his father.

On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the cadres in charge of publicity outlets in the county came back and forth, taking cameras with them to cover the scene.

Twenty-four cadres in charge of economics also came, hoping to invest some money to support the development and construction of their hometown.

The news that Zhang Qing had made 200 million even heard about it, including his parents and officials in his hometown.

Fortunately, I had heard a lot and knew that Zhang Qing was really prosperous outside and was not an ordinary student businessman. Zhang Qing dismissed him because he was short of time and did not dare to force him...

Until the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhang Guozhong asked Zhang Qing to accompany him back to Jiefang Village to visit the graves of his grandparents.

To be honest, it is difficult for Zhang Qing to have any feelings in his heart for his ancestors whom he has never even met.

But I also know that my father Zhang Guozhong is a very filial man. Otherwise, he would not have raised his two younger brothers as spoiled children from a poor family...

Seeing his father squatting down in front of two old graves and burning paper money bit by bit, Zhang Qing could feel the pain in his father's heart. He also knew where his father's heart was, but he had no idea of ​​compromise.

Maybe when he is in his fifties or sixties, his heart will soften when he looks at his gray-haired father, but not now.

Zhang Qing squatted aside, helping to burn paper, while advising: "Their two families are living less than the top and more than the bottom. They will definitely starve to death. Seeing that our family has become rich, most of my grandpa's family has also become rich.

The feeling in their hearts must be torturous. At this time, you must not pay attention to them. You have to endure them until they break up, roll around, hang themselves, and cry. As long as you don't let go, they won't do anything.
To be continued...