Chapter 4 Growing Pains

Winter goes to spring, spring goes to summer solstice.

When the cicada on the tree outside screamed desperately, Fan Wubing was already one and a half years old, and Fan Wubing, who was born with enough natural resources, was so outstanding no matter in terms of size or intelligence. His child is not as tall as him when he is two years old, not to mention that this guy's little head is filled with the thoughts of an adult who is thirty years ahead of the times.

The house that Fan Wubing lives in is a one-story house, which is the kind where a series of yards are connected together. There are many families living in one row of houses. On the opposite side of the house is a row of slightly smaller one-story houses, which are used as kitchens. Two rows of houses There is a long east-west passage between them, which is about ten meters wide. On the periphery of the kitchen and the house, there are two rows of tall trees such as poplars, elms and willows.

In summer, Fan Wubing's favorite thing to do is to catch cicadas, that is, cicada larvae, which have just come out of the underground mud hole and have not shed their hard shells. After catching them, they will be buried in salt water Soak it for one night, and fry it in oil the next day. It will be golden and delicious.

This thing is high in protein. In this era when meat is relatively scarce, the existence of cicadas is undoubtedly quite attractive to children who strongly need nutrition, and Fan Wubing is undoubtedly the one who catches cicadas. The best of the children, although he is only one and a half years old.

The factory where Fan Heng worked was quite large, with five to six thousand employees. In this county-level city with a population of only a few hundred thousand, it was undoubtedly a colossus. The remuneration of military enterprises is relatively high, and the factory director is equivalent to the rank of a colonel, much higher than the parent officials at the county level, so that when meetings are held in the city, the leaders of the factory always have to leave a place, and the importance of the factory is thus It can be seen.

But this situation will be very different ten years later. As the status of the enterprise goes from bad to worse, the entire enterprise and its residential area are gradually marginalized, so that for a while, both sides have a feeling that they do not like each other. , The difference in cultural atmosphere and lifestyle has caused the factory to become an incompatible and alternative existence in the city.

For example, in the early years, if there was a power outage arrangement in the city, they had to notify the factory in advance to explain the situation, and waited for the approval of the factory before the power cut could be cut. Having said that, the power outages in the city were stopped whenever they wanted, and they didn't say hello at all. It wasn't until the leaders in the factory called to ask about it that they hummed twice. In the end, there was no way in the factory, so we took the upper-level route and asked for the electricity consumption quota from the department to solve the problem.

The so-called Thirty Years in Hedong and Thirty Years in Hexi, the changes in the world are nothing more than this.

The children in the factory are still very cuddly. Although Fan Wubing looked at these little kids from the current point of view, he looked a little disapproving, but when his eyes fell on those familiar faces, there was still a lot of excitement. Big touch.

For example, Goudaner, whose name is Yan Liwen, was his classmate in elementary school, who helped him bully others and resist others’ bullying together, such as Wang Keqiang, who was a senior who was two years older than him, and also taught him hand in hand His chess-playing friend, Lin Qianer is another example. Although she is still an ugly girl with two snotty noses, Fan Wubing will never forget what kind of surprise she will bring to everyone when she grows up. The myth of a black chicken turning into a phoenix is ​​the most appropriate description for her.

Things remain the same, people remain the same, but Fan Wubing's mentality will never return to the past.

Although he will be very excited when he sees the Lolita or Zhengtai versions of these familiar characters, and he will also think of many, many dusty past events, but let him play with these little kids in the mud and sand , but absolutely impossible.

Fan Wubing knew that he returned to this infant age inexplicably, not to find an excuse for himself to play in the sand with his bare buttocks again.

He has many important things to do.

Under the shade of the tree, Fan Wubing was also catching cicadas like the other children, but there was a difference. The other children were either aimlessly digging in the soil under the tree with a shovel, or Dig twice, dig twice here and there, or go to play in the sand, pull the little girl's hair, and rub the dirt on the face of the partner, until the crying of the other party attracts the adult's scolding.

Naturally, Fan Wubing would not be so brain-dead, and he didn't need tools to dig cicadas.

Fan Daxia, who has been cultivating internal skills for more than a year, has achieved some success. When others were not paying attention, he inserted his white and tender little hand into the soil, and immediately brought up a large piece of soil. , can naturally find out where the larvae of cicadas are most likely to be hidden, so his harvest is quite astonishing.

One night's work often brings him hundreds of cicadas. Therefore, Fan Daxia always drags a net bag made of fishing line out of the house in the midst of his parents' astonishment. After an hour, I dragged a bag full of cicadas home again, which made my parents' mouths unable to close for a long time again.

Although Fan Wubing didn't know how his cultivation skills were going, he was very clear about one thing. After a few years, the cicadas in the factory area would probably be caught extinct by him.

"Mom, we've eaten cicadas for the whole summer." Her sister Fan Ting whispered while helping her mother Zhang Mei put the cicadas captured by Fan Wubing into salt water for washing.

Zhang Mei said helplessly, "You can't just throw it away. Tomorrow, you can give some to neighbors with children. If you eat too much, you can't digest it at all. You haven't seen Fan Kang, and now you see it fried. If you know it, you will feel sick to your stomach!"

"Yes." Fan Ting agreed, and then asked a little strangely, "Why hasn't Dad come back yet? Are you going to work overtime tonight?"

"I heard from your Uncle Zhang that there is a meeting going on." Zhang Mei replied, she also felt a little strange in her heart, it is rare to have a meeting so late recently, it is almost ten o'clock in the evening, why has no one come back yet? ? It's really worrying.

Seeing that Fan Wubing had fallen asleep on the bed, just as the mother and daughter were packing up their things and preparing to go to sleep, the sound of a key being inserted into the lock and turned outside the door was heard.

Fan Heng finally came back.