At night, a foot of snow fell outside the city. At dawn, I drove a charcoal cart to roll the ice ruts.
The capital was covered in snowflakes overnight.
A thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow!
When people first saw snow, they would undoubtedly think of "cold".
In a world of ice and snow, perhaps only a bloated cotton coat could slightly resist the cold.
In the winter of 1965.
Ma Hua was just about to get up when he woke his wife in his arms.
Lu Ge leaned his body lazily and stretched his arm wrapped in a sweater to the window.
She lifted a corner of the curtain with floral prints and wiped the mist on the window with her fingers.
At this moment, the tiny water droplets were affected by gravity and began to flow down the window, gathering into lines.
The matte glass also became much clearer, and he could roughly see the situation outside the window!
Lu Ge leaned his head over and looked at the scene outside the room.
"Shopkeeper, it snowed last night. Wear a thicker cotton coat later!”
When Ma Hua heard this, he also leaned over and looked at the vast expanse of whiteness. He sighed and said,
"The snow has just cleared at night, and the wheat is in sight. Auspicious snow portends a bumper year!”
Lu Ge turned to his husband and said,"
"You speak like an old teacher now, even more like a teacher than Teacher Yan.
Looks like you've read the book you bought for your son last time!”
When Ma Hua heard this, he pulled his wife into his arms and said with a smile,
"You still dare to tease me now? You've become bolder.
Come, let me see if it's bigger. Hehe!"
For a moment, it was as if a spring breeze had suddenly come, and thousands of pear trees had bloomed!
After playing for a while, Ma Hua put on his clothes and said to his panting wife,
"Wife, sleep a little longer. It's still early!”
Lu Ge waved his hand weakly, indicating that he understood.
After washing up, Ma Hua wore a thick felt hat.
The ear fan beside his face protected his ears tightly. Then, he closed the door and walked out.
Ma Hua's job was to go to work early in the morning, so when he went out, there were not many people around.
However, this didn't have much of an impact on Ma Hua, because in this era, when winter came, the family would choose to go to bed.
It was easy to get more than eight hours of sleep every day.
Stepping on the soft white snow, Ma Hua followed the creaking sound all the way to the rolling mill.
It was almost noon.
Ma Hua held the handle of the iron pot with his left hand and stirred the pot with a big iron spoon in his right hand.
The hot orange flame stuck to the bottom of the pot, causing the ingredients in the pot to make sizzling sounds.
After a while, the juice in the vegetables was roasted.
Seeing this, Ma Hua exerted strength with his left hand and hung the big iron spoon in his right hand on the right handle.
He placed the large iron pot firmly on the side of the stove and said to the apprentice waiting at the side,
"It's done. Serve the dishes!"
Seeing this, the two apprentices hurriedly carried the iron pot away and shouted,
"The dishes are served!"
Ma Hua put his hands on his waist and wiped the sweat on his forehead with the towel around his neck. He said to the canteen monitor beside the stove,
"Old Li, how many more pots are there?"
Old Li raised his head and thought for a while. Then, he said with certainty,
"There should be another pot left. You still have to work hard!”
Ma Hua nodded to show that he understood.
The canteen was usually busy in the morning and free in the afternoon.
Therefore, Ma Hua was not impatient. He only rested for a while before continuing to cook.
After the last pot of food was fried, Ma Hua said to Old Li,
"I'm done with my work here. I'll go to the toilet first!”
Old Li didn't say anything. He just waved his oily hand.
Ma Hua took off his sleeves and washed them carefully under the tap. Then, he went out.
On the road, Ma Hua opened his arms and twisted his waist. At this moment, the sound of bones and muscles ringing together could be heard.
The toilet of the rolling mill was located by the outer wall. Ma Hua met many workshop workers who greeted him along the way.
Each of them was holding a net bag with a lunch box in it.
With smiles on their faces, they walked in groups towards their respective canteens.
Ma Hua had only taken a few steps after he came out of the toilet when a figure charged straight at him.
Ma Hua turned sideways and the figure fell to the ground.
Looking closely, a little boy with a bowl cut was lying on the right in front of Ma Hua.
The glass bottle in his hand rolled and fell into a pile of snow.
Fortunately, the snow on the ground was thick, and the child looked like he was wearing a bloated cotton-padded jacket, so there was no big problem.
Otherwise, with the hardness of the bones of people in winter, it would be impossible to hit them without breaking a few bones.
Before Ma Hua could walk over, the person on the ground revealed his face.
"Awesome?" Ma Hua probed with uncertainty.
The person who stood up was a little boy who was about eight or nine years old.
He patted the snowflakes off his body, then glared at Ma Hua. He ran over to snatch the glass bottle and shouted rudely,"
"Ma Hua, how are you looking at the road? You almost hit someone!”
When Ma Hua heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said speechlessly,
"Don't say that I didn't bump into you. Even if I did, you asked for it!
Also, this is a rolling mill. How did you get in?
What do you want to do with a glass bottle in your hand?”
However, the stick was not a fool.
After all, if an eight or nine-year-old child like him had a conflict with Ma Hua, the one who would suffer would definitely be him.
She ran away with her short legs and shouted as she ran,
"Ma Hua, why do you care about me? I have something urgent to do today, so I won't argue with you!”
Ma Hua didn't get angry. After all, he wasn't his child.
So what if he was unreasonable?
Moreover, the heavens would naturally take care of the crazed!
It would be too embarrassing if he were to argue with an eight or nine-year-old child and even personally vent his anger.
Then, he returned to the canteen without thinking too much.
Ma Hua returned to the kitchen and sat by the window.
Looking at the rough and dark faces of the workers one after another, Ma Hua sighed.
After all, it was rare to see such a passionate state in the future.
For most people in the modern world, work was just a means of earning a living.
This master's consciousness had long been obliterated by a few taels of silver.
"You guys have to work hard and try to get Boss a new car next year…"
Thinking of this, Ma Hua gathered his thoughts.
Because every era had its own characteristics. At the very least, he had the opportunity to change this fate in this life.
This was already much better than most people!
"Comrade, give me more. I'm a projectionist in the factory. I'll save a good seat for you next time!”
This familiar voice caught Ma Hua's attention. He took a look.
It was Xu Damao!
However, Xu Damao's food stamps were not used in Hua Ma's canteen!
The person who was picking up the vegetables was an elderly auntie. She obviously did not think much of Xu Damao's promise.
His hands were shaking even more than before!
Xu Damao's face turned green when he saw this. He hurriedly said to the auntie,
"By the way, I know Ma Hua, the chef of your canteen. I live in the same courtyard as him!”
As soon as she finished speaking, the auntie's hand paused and she turned to look in Ma Hua's direction.
At this moment, Xu Damao also saw Ma Hua's figure.
"Ma Hua, I, Xu Damao from the backyard!”
Ma Hua walked over and said with a smile,"
"So it's Master Xu. But shouldn't you be eating at He Yuzhu's Master He's place? Why are you here?
This distance is not close!"
Before Xu Damao could speak, someone behind him shouted,
"I know. I saw Xu Damao being thrown out by Master He's kitchen knife just now.
Xu Damao's head was hit by a rolling pin!”
When Ma Hua heard this, he was stunned and suddenly thought of something.
"In the winter of 1965, Xu Damao was hit by a rolling pin with the glass bottle in the hand of the stick meme who fled in a hurry just now?
Wasn't this the event that triggered the plot?
Good heavens, then wouldn't the courtyard be lively this afternoon?!”
On the other hand, Xu Damao was anxious when he heard that. He said in exasperation,
"Who was beaten out by Silly Zhu? I didn't argue with him!
Otherwise, hmph!"
Ma Hua, who had regained his senses, said to the auntie,
"He's my neighbor, but don't overdo it. Just do it normally!”
After that, Ma Hua said to Xu Damao with a natural expression,"
"You can't take too many of these vegetables. You can only take the normal amount. Don't make things difficult for us!”
Xu Damao thought about it and didn't mind. He raised his hand and smiled at Ma Hua,"
"Thank you, brother!"
Ma Hua didn't say anything. He just nodded and left.
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