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Chapter 4 Gong Kee Melon Stall (3)

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    "I just said something strange, but you actually took it seriously." The little old man raised his hand, wiped his mouth, and said, "But there is some truth to it. In the past, there was a "***" in our village who dragged his children along.  The black agricultural expert who was sent back to his hometown was originally a famous professor of our provincial agricultural college. He has published several books and cultivated many good varieties. He was interviewed by the central cadres. At that time, he was undergoing labor reform during the day  , picked up dung on the road, and went to the brigade at night to accept the big criticism from the members. He is a timid person. Originally, the reason why he was driven back to his hometown was because he made a few mistakes. He was afraid that he would make a new mistake if he said something wrong  He always stood on the stage with his head down, facing the crowd of fellow villagers, he only said, I'm guilty, I'm a big bastard."

    Gong Xiaojun couldn't help being happy when he heard this, and said: "Yes, sir, you are right, the more bastard you are, the more promising you are, especially now."

    The little old man was startled, waved his hands again and again, and said, "Young man, remember, you said this, not me."

    Gong Xiaojun caught two grasshoppers from the grasshopper cage, handed a dollar to the little old man, and said, "Master, do you have a criminal record? You were bitten by a snake one day, and you are afraid of well ropes for ten years, right? Now  People in China are busy with reform and opening up, they are busy speculating in stocks, running companies and looking for wives. No one has time to watch your mouth. As long as you don¡¯t steal, rob, or oppose the Communist Party, you¡¯re fine. Whatever you say is fine, you are free to speak.  Do you understand? Uncle, have you ever watched football? People in Beijing scold people fiercely, and tens of thousands of people in the whole stadium yell at each other and no one cares about it. Stupid x stupid x, it has become a scene."

    "Not necessarily, young man, if someone tries to activate the gun again, it will be no worse than that one. Chinese people, you don't understand Chinese people." The little old man took off his broken straw hat and stretched out his hand  into a head of white hair, scratching his scalp, and said.

    Now, Gong Xiaojun, who was lying on the ground facing the chaotic sky, couldn't help laughing when he remembered this scene during the day. At this moment, Zhuzhu, who was off work, appeared in front of his watermelon stand.

    Gong Xiaojun, who was thinking about things, didn't notice Zhuzhu's arrival at first, and he wouldn't know if Zhuzhu left with a big watermelon at this time.  Zhuzhu first stood for a while, then looked at the grasshopper for a while, and found that Gong Xiaojun was still indifferent, so she coughed on purpose.

    Gong Xiaojun sat up straight, blurting out, "Zhuzhu, are you buying watermelon?"

    Zhuzhu was taken aback for a moment, thinking, how could he know my name?

    After Gong Xiaojun finished speaking, he was taken aback for a moment, he didn't understand that he had never heard Zhuzhu speak, how could he know it was Zhuzhu as soon as she heard her cough?

    "Don't buy it." Zhuzhu didn't dare to look at Gong Xiaojun, so she looked at Grasshopper again, stuffed the onion leaves that were about to fall out of the cage, and said, "How do you know my name is Zhuzhu?  "

    "Naturally, this must be kept secret." Gong Xiaojun stood up, looked at Grasshopper, and said nervously.

    It's the first time that he and Zhuzhu face to face so close, Gong Xiaojun is a little at a loss, although he has been looking forward to Zhuzhu coming to him to buy watermelons for a long time.  Gong Xiaojun found that Zhuzhu who had changed out of the cheongsam was even more charming.  She was wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt, and a long silk skirt was blowing in the wind.  She also took off her make-up, and the pearls that took off her make-up showed her natural beauty even more. There were two deep dimples on her fair face that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

    Zhuzhu came to Gong Xiaojun's watermelon stand after work, so there was something she wanted to do, she didn't know about it, but Gong Xiaojun did.

    "What did that grasshopper seller tell you this afternoon?" Gong Xiaojun didn't answer the first question, so Zhuzhu asked a second question because she felt that the second question was more serious than the first.  important.

    When it comes to the little old man selling grasshoppers, Gong Xiaojun has a topic, but he doesn't understand why Zhuzhu is interested in it.  Like the little old man selling grasshoppers, he cut open a big watermelon, picked it up and told Zhuzhu to eat it.

    Zhuzhu took a few steps back, as if Gong Xiaojun was holding a pot of boiling water in his hand.

    "Don't eat, don't eat." Zhuzhu stretched out her hand, but finally retracted it.

    Gong Xiaojun found that Zhuzhu's two little hands were very cute, like ten white lotus root sticks standing in the air.

    "If you don't eat it, I won't talk about it." Gong Xiaojun put down the watermelon, sat down on the stool, and said.

    Zhuzhu can't match the current Gong Xiaojun with the Gong Xiaojun who quarreled with the girl in the black skirt that day.  What a strange man, she thought.

    "Then I'll buy one." Zhuzhu took out money from her pocket and said.

    Gong Xiaojun said without raising his head, waved his hands, and said, "I don't talk about buying and eating."

    It wasn't until Zhuzhu picked up a piece of watermelon, took a bite and swallowed it, that Gong Xiaojun began to talk about what the little old man selling grasshoppers told him.

    ?Zhuzhu listened with a grin, but didn't speak.

    "That person must be fooling me, but I am willing to be fooled." Gong Xiaojun said as he watched the pink watermelon water drip down Zhuzhu's mouth.

    "No," Zhuzhu took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth, and said anxiously, "That professor is my grandfather."

    Gong Xiaojun stared blankly with his mouth open and did not speak for a long time.  He thought the world was so small, if he went to Agricultural College for two days in the morning, he might be a student of Zhuzhu's grandfather.

    Gong Xiaojun's demeanor called Zhuzhu so happy, she found that Gong Xiaojun's mouth was yawning like an African hippopotamus in a zoo, so she wanted to give him another little surprise.

    "My grandfather is the one who sells grasshoppers." Zhuzhu took off the grasshopper cage hanging on the melon shed, breathed on the grasshopper, and said.

    Gong Xiaojun closed his open mouth, and he remembered that next year they would cooperate to grow watermelons and sell them.

    "Your grandfather is very interesting. Hey, Zhuzhu, why didn't the government implement the policy for him? Almost all the devolved ones returned to the city. When I was in college, when a professor was driven back to his hometown, his wife  I divorced him, and he found another one in the countryside, and gave birth to two children, but as soon as the policy was implemented for him, his wife and children became non-farmers." Gong Xiaojun lit a cigarette and smoked sweetly.  One mouthful, and another smoke ring, and said.

    When Zhuzhu thought of her grandfather's refusal to return to the city, she became angry. She thought, if her grandfather could return to the city, maybe she would also have a city hukou now.  Roll your eyes?

    When Zhuzhu's grandfather implemented the policy back then, he had his reasons for insisting on not returning to the city.  In 1950, at the age of 21, he returned from studying abroad and threw himself into the embrace of New China. He came to the Provincial Agricultural College to teach and conduct scientific research.  His work is very good. While peaches and plums are all over the world, he has also cultivated many improved varieties of crops.  In the late 1960s, when the "blood theory" swept across the land of China, he, the son of a capitalist, could not escape the fate of being criticized.  He is also an honest person, he thinks that Lao Tzu is Lao Tzu, and son is son, so how can it be "I am a hero, I am a hero, I am a reactionary, but I am a bastard"?  He approached the director of the Revolutionary Committee of the Agricultural College and explained his views candidly.  Unexpectedly, not only did he fail to free himself from the yelling and beating, but he added to the crime and became a typical example of a crazy counterattack against the proletariat. He was imprisoned, and after he was released, he was driven back to his hometown to farm.  up.  He naturally felt wronged, and he was ashamed to see the elders in his hometown. He also thought about death, just like those who have already died.  However, when he came to his hometown with his luggage on his back, he was suddenly attracted by a strong atmosphere.  It's a breath of nature, but also a mother's breath.  He also suddenly felt, as an agricultural expert, how could he leave the land?  Wasn't the subject of agriculture chosen because of love for the land?  Wasn't he asking to come to this city when he returned home because it was the closest to his hometown?  While receiving re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants, he was in charge of the small vegetable garden of the brigade.  The poor and lower-middle peasants thus made a great new discovery. It turns out that green onions can grow so tall, cucumbers can grow so thick, and cabbages can grow so big!

    Zhuzhu's grandfather regained his self-esteem from the surprised eyes of the villagers, and also the foundation of his life.  The countryside, he shouldn't have left the countryside in his life!

    In the early 1980s, the Provincial Agricultural College sent people to his hometown, delivered the organization's rehabilitative decision, and invited him to return to the college to continue his agricultural research.  He smiled and expressed his gratitude to the organization, solemnly rejected the invitation to return to the city, and cried and asked the visitor to post his rehabilitative decision on the bulletin board in front of the brigade department.

    After the reform and opening up, the land was distributed to farmers again. Since the village was very close to the provincial capital, the villagers mainly grew vegetables and became vegetable farmers.  At this time, he, an expert in black agriculture, became even more popular, and became a cash cow in the hearts of vegetable farmers.  He passed on the scriptures and gave away treasures, but he didn't take any money. He felt that he had never been so happy.  Of course, sometimes he would have some fun, such as going to the mountains to catch some grasshoppers and selling them in the city.

    As for Zhuzhu, naturally she doesn't understand Grandpa's difficulties.  She longed for the life of city people, and she came to our city alone despite her grandfather's obstruction, and worked as a welcome lady in Longfeng Hotel.

    Seeing Zhuzhu's look of being lost, Gong Xiaojun couldn't help asking: "Zhuzhu, didn't your grandfather visit you?"

    Zhuzhu hung the grasshopper cage on the melon shed again, and said angrily, "He's waiting for me to see him."

    "Okay, I'll accompany you." Gong Xiaojun said without thinking.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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