She lowered her head and smiled: "It's no wonder that now you spare no effort to raise pigs, and dare to think about it since childhood."
He Songbai didn't say a word, just pedaling the bicycle slowly with his legs.
The bumpy mountain road, the spring breeze all the way smoothly brushed his face, sometimes blowing the woman's gentle hair onto his skin.
He Songbai narrowed his eyes, enjoying this short but peaceful moment.
Soon, they returned to Hezitun.
He Songbai put the newly bought stove in the woodshed, added coal piece by piece, and lit it with firewood. He cleaned the fresh tube bones brought back from the pig farm today and put them into a pot to stew.
The dark coal glowed with a dull luster, and it was licked red by the firewood at the bottom of the stove, like a red-hot iron block.
The firewood roared loudly, and soon a dazzling smell of smoke appeared. He Songbai easily thought that in the future, the subject could just look at the pot beautifully.
No smoke, no ash.
After Zhao Lanxiang put the things away, he quietly called He Songbai over.
She pressed him down with both hands, "Sit down and take off your shoes."
He Songbai's wheat-colored face suddenly flushed red.
Zhao Lanxiang took out the leather shoes she bought at the mall and put them in front of He Songbai.
"Try it, and put it on the next time you talk business with the factory manager."
He Songbai looked down at the black men's leather shoes, the uppers were shiny, he touched the smooth surface with his rough thumb, and looked at it quietly for a while.
He put it on silently, and it fit well, but it was also awkward. His thick feet, who were used to wearing straw sandals and cloth shoes, were afraid that he would wear these expensive high-end shoes. His big feet, accustomed to stepping on the mud, put on leather shoes, and followed the cage as if he were extremely restrained.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the man's cautious and distressed expression, and said, "Look at you being so awkward, wear more clothes in the house in the future, and get used to it."
"I'm looking for you, and there are other things."
Saying that, she took out the middle school textbook that she brought back from city G from her luggage, unfolded the math textbook, and took out the tissue paper and laid it on the table.
In a tone like a test man, he said, "Since you said that grandma taught you mathematics, let me see if she taught you well."
"Come." She patted the bench beside her and raised her chin to He Songbai.
He Songbai smiled lightly as he looked at the subject's pursed lips in disapproval.
"It will take three hours for the bones in the firewood house to be cooked. There's nothing to do today, so I'll show you how great my grandma and her old man are."
Huh, it's quite loud.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but glance at him, pressed her lips that couldn't help raising it, backed away from the main seat, and showed him the writing topic.
He Songbai flipped through the subject's textbook, and the delicate handwriting was dissatisfied with the paper, so he couldn't help but take a closer look. Although it is an old textbook from a few years ago, she has kept it well.
He cleared his throat and said, "I haven't read mathematics for a long time, let me read a book to get familiar with it?"
In fact, when He Songbai grew up so big, he had never seen what a mathematics textbook looked like. There were no textbooks in his enlightenment, only the formulas his grandmother wrote down on a piece of paper.
While flipping through the book, he greedily searched for the traces left by the target's girlhood.
The deep eyebrows were slightly spread, and the corners of the eyes leaked a shimmer.
Zhao Lanxiang saw that he was really reading a math book, and she didn't know whether it was a temporary study or a review. No matter which kind, she was happy to see it. She propped her chin aside and watched him with his spine straight, turning the pages of the book with a serious and upright posture.
The profile of the man's profile is tall and deep, the bridge of the nose is upright, the lips are slightly pursed into a line, and the serious look has a touch of pleasing and handsome.
She didn't rush him, but smiled and said: "It's okay, the tube bone will be boiled longer, the more you boil it, the more fragrant it will be!"
"Look slowly and carefully."
He Songbai was a little confused at first, but he picked up the pen and deduced it a little. It was the knowledge that his grandmother had taught him before. He read and wrote as he read, and he quickly read half of the book roughly.
Zhao Lanxiang took out the papers for the final exam that had been prepared in the stack of books, and let him write the answers under cover.
The mimeographed scroll was slightly yellowed, and the humid air in G City gave it a very faint smell of rotten scrolls.
In the heart of repaying the object's leather shoes, He Songbai patiently wrote a test paper as if he was playing with her.
He wrote the two-hour test paper for more than half an hour, and finished it.
Zhao Lanxiang urged him: "You are about to lose Grandma's face, write quickly, don't leave it blank."
She paused, then added, "Allow you to read the book before writing it."
He Songbai originally wanted to play with his partner, so it was enough for him to write the test paper for a while. But he looked at the seriousness in the subject's eyes, and his temples twitched slightly: "Enough."
"It's useless to finish writing, it's better to do more work. I'll go, go..."
Zhao Lanxiang turned sideways, and lightly pecked at his slightly stubble chin. The slightly bluish chin had the greenness of a man's youth, but the tight chin had the steadfastness and responsibility that a man should have.
She smiled and said: "How can it be useless."
"After writing it, there is the kiss of the object."
He Songbai suddenly lowered his head silently, like a gun with a dumb gun, his ears blushed and his heartbeat was racing as he buried himself in writing the question.
The breeze was flipping through the book for no reason, and the spring breeze blew his heart hot and dry.
He was patient, read the second half of the book, wrote the last number word by word, and the ink of the pen swam into an ink flower on the rough yellow straw paper.
As soon as he put the pen down, he closed the window with his hand, and immediately turned his head to embrace the sweet and beautiful woman beside him, and asked for the reward he had written with a sullen face.
Damn, this woman has to taste the power of a man before she can know how to look.
The dimly lit interior has the heart-warming smell of spring, and the strong hormones of young people are mixed with the fragrance of ink, which produces a wonderful chemical reaction.
Zhao Lanxiang's heart was beating fast, and she glanced at the scroll he had written on, which was a little bit blackened by ink, and her lips were occupied by the man forcefully.
In the end, even the vague reason of caring about the paper disappeared as he suppressed the enthusiasm that erupted.
…
After the incident, Zhao Lanxiang's misty eyes regained clarity. She touched her lips and stared at He Songbai angrily.
He Songbai managed to tidy up the messy desktop at a loss. He wiped off the ink flying with paper, and said regretfully, "It's a pity, it's broken after writing for a long time."
Zhao Lanxiang said dissatisfiedly: "So in the end you still haven't finished!"
She stuck her waist and squinted her eyes, cursing like a little woman in the city: "You have to pay me."
In fact, in fact, her goal has already been achieved. She just wants him to read more books and pick up high school knowledge. It doesn't matter if the paper is dirty or not, but she greedily wants more.
He Songbai, who was extremely guilty, thought for a while and said, "How about I rewrite it again?"
Zhao Lanxiang said earnestly with clear eyes, "No."
"What kind of man is it to rewrite it again, write a few more if you have the ability, and compensate for debts, it is only right and proper."
He Songbai was speechless for a while. He lowered his head to look at the object, and after a while, he found that she was really not joking. His throat couldn't help rolling, and it was dry and dry. He spoke with difficulty and gentleness.
"it is good."
The intimate time they spend together will decrease as he is busy, and he will try his best to accompany her to write more papers.
…
After He Songbai left, Zhao Lanxiang hurriedly sorted out his ink-stained papers, and compared them with the correct answers. The accuracy rate was very high.
Where you can see it, it's almost exactly right.
She couldn't help but sighed that He Songbai's grandmother was very skilled, and that the middle school teachers who had taught for more than ten years were probably not as good as her. It's no wonder that the old man was able to start his own business and become rich from a poor boy who was poor and white. This is probably inseparable from her painstaking teaching.
Zhao Lanxiang's eyes darkened involuntarily.
Although He Songbai's family composition is not good, she still hopes that he can participate in this year's college entrance examination. This year's college entrance examination admission rate is so low that it has not broken through in the following decades. Because the news of the college entrance examination was released from the state to the official examination, the difference was less than two months before and after. In a short period of time, millions of educated youths picked up their pens again and took the risk of reviewing, but the results were unsatisfactory.
In the past few years of turmoil, the education in middle schools has been uneven, and people are panicked. Whether students or teachers are not interested in class, they are perfunctory. There is a situation where the third-year-old middle-aged educated youth may have more solid foundations than the new and tender young educated youth. However, most of the middle-aged people who have married and worked hard to make a living have given up the opportunity to study and rebuild. This little by little, the harsh environment has created a very low single-digit admission rate for the college entrance examination in 1977.
Under such circumstances, she had heard that a poor and backward person in a certain county was admitted to the university, but because he was the only one in the Shili Baxiang, she had to make an exception for him to go to the university.
The economic education here in N City is lagging behind, and the admission rate is probably at the bottom of the country. Zhao Lanxiang's eyes became deeper and deeper as she thought.
It's up to people to make things happen, so why not gamble
…
The members of the first and second brigade in Hezitun were making trouble again, and Li Laifu, the captain of the second brigade, was reconciling.
Li Daniu said: "These old oilers, wait for my brother to clean up!"
He paused and said, "He can stand up now, and will soon be able to participate in labor."
Li Laifu wiped his sweat and said, "There is a saying in the ancients that you don't suffer from widowhood, but you suffer from inequity. This sentence really isn't wrong."
Li Daniu, who was barely graduating from high school, listened, confused, and said angrily, "You fucking speak human words."
Li Laifu lit a cigarette, puffed out a smoke ring, and said indifferently: "What else can I say, isn't it because the paddy fields on the mountain are opened, and everyone is scrambling to eat fat?"
"How to distribute is a problem. After all, people don't want to be burdened when they are born. Everyone wants to relax."
Li Daniu said, "It's still hard to kill people with only a few paddy fields? Go back and ask the accountant of the party branch to measure it with a ruler, and divide it equally so that you can cast lots!"
Li Laifu glanced at Li Daniu faintly and said, "Didn't you notice that the spring rain this year is a little less?"
"This paddy field is not easy to distinguish."
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Xiangxiang: Brother Bo, you ruined my papers, you have to pay me a few more.
Better to write every day :)
Brother Bai: Since the object wants to spend more time with him, he will spend more time with him.
Writing papers or anything is an excuse.
Well, women love duplicity.
Pingshengjun: Hey, Brother Bai is afraid that he is going to go to heaven at this moment.
You are beautiful.
Brain tonic is a problem, it needs to be treated wow~
PS: There is a situation where the ingredients are not good enough to be admitted to the university and not be slapped down
One day, Pingshengjun happened to see a little cutie in the text, and her elders belonged to this situation, a lucky er
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