Chapter 32 Warm Midwinter

After entering the middle of winter, it is difficult to have good weather.

Until today, I haven't seen the sun for a whole week. The sky is gray, no, it is gray in the sky and the earth. Except for a few juniper trees in front of the main building, it is difficult to see green.

Feng Yiping was afraid of the cold since he was a child, and now he is wearing two sweaters stacked on top of each other, with a small wool vest tied around the two sweaters. The bottom is wearing long pants and wool pants, three pairs of pants in total, and two pairs of socks. The cotton shoes that my mother made last year are not too small, but the soles are worn out, so they are nailed with leather palms.

In this way, he still felt cold, his ears were frostbitten, and his earlobes were red and red. When he was sleeping at night, when he touched the heat in the quilt, it was very itchy, itching to the point of scratching his heart. A thin layer of dead skin will be scratched off. Unfortunately, there also seemed to be signs of frostbite on the heels.

During lunch, the cold wind kept blowing, seeping through the clothes, freezing to the bones, and blowing on the face, tsk tsk, it was really like an ice blade slashed on the face.

Feng Yiping tucked the enamel bowl under his armpit, put his hands in his trouser pockets, shrugged his head, and walked forward with his body hunched over. Xiao Zhijie came from behind with a woolen hat he had just sold, and slapped him on the back, "You Why are you so afraid of the cold? You are wearing so much clothes and you are still frozen like this, then you sit in the classroom and I will cook for you.

"Okay!" Feng Yiping shoved the bowl into his hand and ran to the classroom without hesitation.

Wang Changning came up and hugged Xiao Zhijie's shoulders, "Come on, bring my meal back!"

Xiao Zhijie twisted angrily, "I was supposed to be polite to him, so he took it seriously."

It was actually very cold in the classroom, the tile-roofed buildings were very large, and the beams were very high, and the air leaked everywhere, but it was not as windy as the outdoors.

If this novel is published, I must buy some clothes, Feng Yiping thought hard. Although he wears a lot of sweaters and pants, the yarns are from the sweaters that his sister can't wear and the sweaters that his parents wear. Therefore, the two sweaters and a vest are variegated and not warm.

Cotton shoes are heavy and airtight. When your feet sweat, they will feel cold inside. They say they are warm shoes, but they are actually not warm. Maybe everyone is about the same, so when the get out of class was over, there were bursts of stomping in the classroom.

In such weather, it is definitely not a good experience to write with a cold pen in your hand. After writing for ten minutes at most, you have to stop and rub your hands. Some students used canning bottles and went to the cafeteria to grab some boiled water to warm their hands, but within half a class, the boiled water turned into cold water. No way, at this time, you can't even buy a hot water bottle. Even if you can, don't expect the school to supply these hundreds of students with boiled water for an unlimited time - how much firewood does it take to burn?

A pair of wool gloves costs two or three yuan, which is too expensive. Most students buy cheap white labor insurance gloves. Cheap is cheap, and the thermal insulation effect is quite ordinary. It can only be said that little is better than nothing, but the wisdom of the working people is infinite.

Winter is the dry season, and the hydropower station in the county has greatly reduced the power generation, and there are frequent power outages. During the evening self-study, some people light oil lamps made by ink bottles and toothpaste peels, and some of them light a candle together. Soon, someone invented a way to apply a layer of wax on the outside of labor protection gloves, not to mention, it is really warm, so this method quickly became popular.

But there are some teachers who just can't get along with their students.

He walked around the classroom with his hands in his arms, and when he saw someone who was doing homework with gloves, he criticized, "Look at what you wrote, like a dog, take off the gloves! I can't bear this kind of hardship, and I can hope that there will be more in the future. What a great deal."

So these days, after dinner, Feng Yiping ran to Wang Yumin's house, because they had a brazier at home, and as soon as they opened the door of their house, the heat rushed in. Every day when Mr. Zhu’s teaching was over, Feng Yiping would roast chestnuts for Xiaoyanzi, so he wouldn’t leave by the brazier. In Wang Yumin’s words, he wanted to throw himself into the fire. If Wang Yumin didn’t urge him three or four times, he wouldn’t Back to the classroom, it is the happiest time to have a brazier to cook a fire in such a season.

On the double-card tape recorder on the table was Ye Qianwen's "Walk Away", which was the most popular song this year. Little Swallow's mouth was full of chestnuts, and the one just peeled was largely given to Feng Yiping. This was brought by Feng Yiping from home. When it was grilled on a charcoal fire, it exuded a warm and sweet fragrance.

Think about how he was listening to music, eating chestnuts, and roasting on fire, while the other students had to suffer in the cold classroom, and there was an extra kind of happiness, cool!

He also did not expect that when looking for Teacher Zhu, he would bring such additional benefits.

"Okay, let's go to the classroom and take these homework books back by the way." Wang Yumin urged for the third time today.

"Goodbye, little Yanzi." Feng Yiping rubbed Xiao Yanzi's face with his warm hands, and returned to the classroom with a large pile of homework books to be distributed.

After the last monthly exam of this semester, 1993 has entered in a blink of an eye. The study atmosphere was tense again, because there were less than 20 days before the final exam. Meanwhile, the Spring Festival is getting closer.

Back at my grandfather's house on Saturday, my grandfather didn't cook, so I ordered the noodles. The third uncle's family killed the New Year pig, and they have already invited the eldest uncle's family to eat once. Tonight, I will invite him and my grandfather over.

Far away from the third uncle's house, I could smell the fragrance, the fragrance of peanuts, it seems that the peanut oil was just squeezed.

The third uncle's house is a three-room bungalow next to the oil mill. Although it is not a building, it must be top-notch in the village. Below the outer wall, a one-meter-high sanitary wall is made of cement, which is painted with white ash, and the doors and windows are also made of cement ash.

Yangyang's face was frozen. He was wearing heavy cotton-padded clothes and trousers. He was playing a spinning top in front of the door. When he saw them, he called into the room, "Grandpa and Brother Peace are here."

The door opened, and Uncle San came out with a reluctant Dongdong on his face. Aunt San said loudly in the kitchen, "Didn't you say that you like Dad the most, so just go to play with Dad, I'm very busy right now."

Yunyun came out and teased his younger brother, "Dongdong, didn't you say that you like your mother the most in the morning? How come you have become your favorite father now?"

Dongdong, who was in kindergarten, shouted to his sister on the shoulder of the third uncle, "Because my mother won't give me meatballs, of course I don't like such a stingy adult."

"Haha," even the grandfather laughed.

The dinner was very rich, the third aunt was amazing, and the skills that a housewife should have are not bad. One person first has a bowl of pork liver soup. Of course, the pork liver is very fresh, thickened with starch, the soup is very thick, and sprinkled with shallots. The pork liver is neither raw nor old, just right, not fishy at all, salty and bland, in one word, fresh! Two words, very fresh! Three words, very fresh!

After the delicious pork liver soup, there is soybean and pig foot soup. Knowing that Feng Yiping has never liked soybeans, there is only a small amount of soybeans in his bowl, which are all pig feet, which are very solid.

After the soup was simmered for a long time, the gelatin in the pig's feet boiled out, and the oil also boiled out. For Feng Yiping, who eats pickles in school all year round, it was a little greasy. However, the pig's feet are not greasy at all, and the fat part, like jelly, "slips" and goes down the throat at once. The lean meat part is the most delicious. It is a few more delicious than the lean meat from other parts of the pig. As for the bones, the chopsticks gently smashed them out, and they came out without any shredded meat on them.

The fried fried tofu is placed in the pot together with the twice-cooked pork, and half of the cabbage and half of the mung bean vermicelli are placed on it. It became the cauldron of this evening.

Grandpa and Uncle San drink, while others eat. Aunt San is the busiest. She has to feed Dongdong to eat. Dongdong is very dishonest when she eats.

This can't help but remind Feng Yiping that when he was feeding his son, he and Zhang Yan, red-faced and white-faced, all kinds of good words, all kinds of threats, all kinds of promises, all kinds of hard work, only one bite of his son, one meal, two An adult is exhausted.

As a housewife, the third aunt still has to greet her grandfather and Feng Yiping to eat well, so she can only take time to eat two bites. When Yunyun is full and takes Dongdong over, she can eat in peace.

This meal, for a few hours before and after, Feng Yiping ate with a fragrant mouth and a big belly.

After dinner, my grandfather and third uncle were talking at the table, third aunt was cleaning up, and Feng Yiping was watching TV with his three cousins. There was still a TV without a remote control, so Yangyang stood in front of the TV and kept changing channels, Dongdong couldn't calm down, he jumped on Feng Yiping, Feng Yiping pressed him on his lap, "Dongdong, You've eaten so much that you'll vomit if you jump like this."

Yunyun said, "He just has no memory. He ate a lot of meat two days ago, and then jumped and jumped. He vomited once."

During the period, the third aunt came over to talk with Feng Yiping, and she never mentioned the borrowing. She only asked Feng Zhenchang when they would come back. Feng Yiping said that it was around the time of the small year, and the third aunt invited him to stay for a few days after the holiday. Yangyang, the three of them like to play with him.

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