The Grandmother in the Siheyuan

Chapter 243 People are free from pressure and feel light

"Before the troops move, the food and fodder must go first." Liu Hua smiled and said, "Now I find that what our ancestors said is more and more reasonable. A hero can die of poverty. Why is the science of Western society more advanced than ours? It's not because they are so smart, but because they are too rich. When we expand one day, our speed of technological progress will be much faster than that of the West."

Professor Li shook his head: "I don't care about our Western technology. I just care about when the funds I urgently need will arrive."

"It's the end of the year, and the accountants of various units have started to prepare the general ledgers. How can they allocate funds to us?"

"I'm just waiting for the rice to cook. I don't care whether he does the accounting or not."

"It is convenient for others and for yourself." Liu Hua said with a smile, "It is useless for you to be angry now. There is no money. During this period, you should do theoretical and model research. You can do experiments after the New Year when the funds are approved."

"It's delaying everything." Professor Li said bitterly, "How could anyone think of celebrating the holidays? It's going to delay work so much."

Liu Hua asked back: "How can anyone think about work? It will delay the holiday."

Professor Li looked at Liu Hua who seemed heartless and could only shake his head helplessly.

Another spring has arrived, and every household is setting off firecrackers.

Life this year is better than last year, so the sound of firecrackers during the New Year is louder and longer than last year, which means that each year is better than the last.

Watching the kids playing and fighting in the alleys and lighting small firecrackers with incense sticks, is this what it means to celebrate the New Year? Those who propose to ban firecrackers during the New Year have no ancestors and don't know where salt gets its saltiness or vinegar gets its sourness. In short, they don't know the rules.

On the night of New Year's Eve this year, we all made a rule, that is, from now on, you have to watch the Spring Festival Gala for me. Maybe people in the south don't feel anything, but people in the north are completely obedient. From now on, if we stay up all night and make dumplings without watching the Spring Festival Gala, it is like eating dumplings without vinegar.

Liu Hua celebrated the New Year with his parents. His sister and brother-in-law were also there. The elders in their family had passed away, so they gathered at his mother's house to celebrate the New Year for some fun.

As for my eldest brother, the burden on his shoulders has become heavier over the years. After leading a regiment for training in the south two years ago, he went to school for further studies, with remarkable results. He was promoted by one level and can serve as a staff officer. Even his farts are louder. Now he is working hard to get a gold star on his shoulders before he dies.

Today is New Year's Eve, and one can imagine the fate of my eldest brother. The soldiers are eating dumplings and having a party in the house, while my eldest brother is standing guard outside the house with a rifle in his hand. This is an old tradition.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Liu Hua returned to the courtyard to wish his neighbors a happy new year. They had already heard from other neighbors that there was a Spring Festival Gala the night before.

Unfortunately, there was only one TV in the entire courtyard. Others thought that since Liu Hua already had a TV, they would not buy one for themselves.

So, while other courtyards were filled with laughter and joy last night, Liu Hua's courtyard was very quiet. Except for midnight when everyone came out to set off firecrackers, there was no New Year's atmosphere like in other courtyards.

In the morning, someone complained: "Hua Zi, you were not here last night, and we didn't even watch TV. I heard there was a party, and other courtyards were bustling, but our courtyard was deserted."

"It's New Year's Day, don't force me to beat you." Liu Hua said angrily: "My parents are still here, it's New Year's Day, I don't want to spend it with them, but with you? I don't have a filial son and grandson like you."

Yi Zhonghai quickly stepped out to smooth things over: "It's the first day of the New Year, it's not right to get angry. Huazi is right. It's New Year's day and the family is reunited, it's not right for him not to celebrate with his parents. If you want to watch the Spring Festival Gala, you can either buy a TV yourself, or take some snacks and go to another courtyard to watch it last night. You can't blame Huazi." Since adopting the children, Yi Zhonghai has been devoted to raising his children. Except for the fact that he became obsessed with the issue of elderly care, Yi Zhonghai's character is still okay, at least not bad.

He avoided the pitfalls of Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui in teaching their children, and actively absorbed advanced experiences. He raised his two children to be smart, kind, hardworking, and sensible. In addition, he spoke relatively fairly, so gradually people listened to him when he spoke in the yard.

After the New Year's greetings, people gradually dispersed. Some children took their children to visit the temple fair. Yi Zhonghai gave Liu Hua a cigarette.

"Uncle Yi, the rations are good."

Yi Zhonghai said cheerfully: "It's the New Year, so I have to bring some good cigarettes. You know, I am also a face-conscious person. I can't stand it if others say I am stingy."

"Why do I feel like you are referring to Teacher Yan's name?"

“Hahaha.” Yi Zhonghai nodded happily: “I just can’t reach his level. Let me ask you something.”

"what's up?"

Yi Zhonghai lit a match for Liu Hua, and then asked, "My eldest son will graduate from junior high school soon. Do you think it's better for him to go to technical secondary school or high school?"

"As long as you can afford it and the child's grades are good enough, then of course he should go to high school." Liu Hua said with a smile: "Your eldest child has good grades, and since you can afford it, just let him go to high school and go to college in the future."

Yi Zhonghai asked in confusion: "Since you said that university is good, why do so many people go to technical secondary schools?"

"At the beginning, our country was extremely short of talent, so we had the education model of technical secondary schools, which is three years shorter than college. This helps to quickly train talents, but think about it, won't technical secondary school graduates be of lower rank when they enter factories than college students?"

Yi Zhonghai nodded: "Yes, there is a gap of several levels."

Liu Hua clapped his hands and said, "Isn't that right? After all, the level of a university is still higher than that of a technical secondary school. Let me tell you this, in recent years, college graduates from Jingcheng University and Huaqing University have been directly assigned to ministries and commissions. No one would even look at a unit of the same level as a steel mill. Moreover, many people take the technical secondary school entrance exam because they can study for a few years less and start making money earlier."

Yi Zhonghai crushed the cigarette butt on the ground and said, "So, university must be better than technical secondary school."

Liu Hua nodded, and Yi Zhonghai said fiercely: "Then let my son go to high school and college. Liu Haizhong's son was very proud of being admitted to a technical secondary school. My son must go to college, and it must be a university of the level of Beijing University or Huaqing University."

Liu Hua smiled and said, "Don't put too much pressure on your child. The high school entrance exam is not as heavy as the junior high school entrance exam. I failed the college entrance exam because of this pressure."

"I know my limits. There's an old saying, 'There's no oil without pressure in a well, and people feel light without pressure.'" Yi Zhonghai said proudly, "My son was able to survive such a difficult environment back then. It was just a small college entrance examination."

(End of this chapter)