Zhao Lanxiang also did not expect that He Songbai could write ten test papers in one go. Although the number of questions in these papers is small, it is not easy to write them all at once.
She listened to the man's airy tone, which he hadn't spoken to her for a long time, and was surprisingly cute.
Zhao Lanxiang suddenly smiled, "How do you want to kiss?"
In the past few months, He Songbai has seen a lot of the world outside, and has also accumulated a lot of business experience. These experiences have made him mature and confident. Time to be in high spirits. Especially when he said that sentence just now, he had the momentum of an old man. The whole person seems to have washed away the dust, glowing with dazzling brilliance.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at He Songbai with a deep smile.
He Songbai was so scorched by the object's scorching gaze that he looked away. His throat was dry and hoarse, and he couldn't help but drank water to hide his embarrassment.
"Ten, ten are too many, I want two first today."
She is so clingy, she can't get rid of it as soon as it gets on it like sugar paint. He Songbai felt that after the kiss, his lack of self-control would definitely disappear, and he couldn't help wanting more, more...
He Songbai was still sweetly "fighting between heaven and man", and the object on the other side had already sat in his arms, his light-white thumb fell on his forehead and nodded.
"Is it here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was kissed on the forehead.
She touched his profile again, and He Songbai dropped another warm kiss on his profile. Later, she touched his throat, and his Adam's apple rolled hurriedly, feeling the blood all over his body flowing backwards. The next second, she gently held his Adam's apple and licked it.
He was like a fish thrown into the shoal, unable to resist and slaughtered.
His breathing suddenly became heavy and chaotic, his body was as stiff as a piece of wood, but his hands still maintained the posture of supporting her waist.
Zhao Lanxiang felt the hot blood under his arteries, and his body gradually became hot.
She took a breath and kissed his soft lips, tossing and turning, holding his lips gently.
After a long while, she asked, "There are still six left, where do you want to kiss..."
The tight strings in He Songbai's head were approaching the brink of collapse, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I-I'll kiss you."
He took her in his arms, and repeated her movements slowly and with difficulty.
Young and arrogant, but trying his best to be gentle.
Zhao Lanxiang felt the desire conveyed in his body all the time. Like a natural hunter, a man has high-quality hunting methods and actively develops his territory. However, He Songbai didn't move after kissing her, pitifully buried his head beside her neck, gasping for breath in pain and joy.
Zhao Lanxiang listened to his irregular breathing and touched his increasingly strong body.
Her man is a normal man. He is at the peak of his most energetic energy. He is full of blood and energy, and it is easy to block it for a long time... suffocation.
After a long time, she asked in a low voice, "You, you..."
Zhao Lanxiang's face also became hot, her complexion blushing like a blossoming peach blossom, "Do you want me to help?"
At this moment, He Songbai stopped breathing, as if he had been tapped on acupuncture points.
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Afterwards, Zhao Lanxiang went to the well to wash her hands and rubbed out layers of foam with soap. She couldn't help but lift her lips slightly, and finally crouched down by the well and laughed. She didn't dare to let He Songbai in the room hear it, she was holding back her tears.
The whole face is as pink as the clouds in the sky, not only the appearance after being emotional, but also the redness that comes from holding back laughter.
She didn't dare to go back to the house now, for fear that the man's awkward mood would not turn around when she saw her, so she went to the firewood house to make a mung bean soup to dispel the fire.
On the other side, inside the house.
He Songbai's eyes were so dark that they almost dripped with water, as black as overturned ink, with a treacherous undercurrent.
He covered the subject's thin quilt and sniffed the breath all over his body, his face turned red and black, black and blue, and finally red from the roots of his ears to his neck, and even his feet were red with heat. The vertebrae had the same freshness just now, and the sourness carried a deep sense of shame and remorse. After a while, he changed into the clean clothes that his partner had found, and looked out through the window bleakly.
Finding that there was no one, the subject had long since disappeared, he immediately smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away...
The rewards brought by the ten papers today can make him reminisce for a lifetime.
This is the forever beautiful but remorseful youth of a fledgling young boy. If there is a song to describe it, it should be painful and happy.
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Most of the He family's ten mu of land was planted with crops, and the remaining small part was planted with some corn. Entering June, the corn stalk has grown to half a person's height, a piece of green and lush.
Zhao Lanxiang touched the crisp, green stems and leaves, and couldn't help but sighed how quickly time passed when he was working.
She and Sanya were catching bugs in the field, while He Songbai was fertilizing the field next to her.
After the brigade secretly implemented the policy of assigning fields to households, even the dung of livestock and poultry that no one cared about became popular. He Songbai's pig farm can produce hundreds of catties of manure every day, and a truck full of pig manure can be sold secretly for a few cents.
The piglets he raised were well-fed, and even the feces were fat. He used these excess fertilizers to make his fields black and fertile, and the crops grew green and thriving.
Sanya caught enough bugs in a bamboo tube, and jumped home to feed the chickens.
Zhao Lanxiang sat on the edge of the field and looked at the figure of the man working hard in the field. His slender body is looming in the cornfield, his gray short sleeves revealing his wheat-colored arms, carrying two load of water, strong and powerful. Her clear abdominal muscles were hidden under the thin fabric, with distinct texture, firm and even.
After finishing his work, he washed his hands with clean water from the ditch in the field.
Zhao Lanxiang pointed to the cornfield next to him and said, "Last year, it was here that I spoke to you for the first time."
He Songbai nodded, he remembered. It was the first time in his life that he had seen this beautiful and delicate girl. She was sitting in a green cornfield, her fair skin seemed to glow against the sun. It was so dazzlingly white that he didn't dare to look at her more.
Just work silently and work hard for her.
At that time, the look in her wanton scrutiny was no different from just now. But he also dared to look at her wanton and greed.
Zhao Lanxiang said with emotion: "Time flies so fast, another year has passed. If we can get married in the future, we must come to this cornfield to repay our vows."
He Songbai's memory suddenly broke, he murmured for a moment, and smiled:
"it is good."
In July, the rice fields are fragrant, and frogs roar one after another. The members of Hezitun, who have been busy for half a year, ushered in their first bumper harvest when they distributed fields to households.
The heavy grain ears are full of grains, soaked up from the spring rain and full of fertilizer, and at this moment, the heavy pressure makes the rice stalks bend down. At this time, each family was busy rushing to harvest the food from each family. This kind of madness is something that can't be found in a group working together.
The enthusiasm for labor is unprecedentedly high. In previous years, it took more than a week to slowly harvest the millet, but now the harvest has been basically completed in three or four days, and it has been dried in the brigade's grain field.
Originally, the grain field was not small, but now the millet was covered with the ground, and it was spread to the thickness of three thumbs. When scraping the grain on the floor with the pusher, it was thick and a little laborious. After drying all the grains in the cornfield, everyone went crazy with joy.
In 1976, the state promoted indica hybrid rice, and this excellent variety was gradually planted in the areas south of the Yangtze River. However, this "spring breeze" has not yet blown to a small place like N city. Li Laifu took the lead in making a report to buy this kind of seedlings, and ordered the members of the commune who divided the fields to flatten the original seedlings and replant them.
The seedlings planted for the first time are flattened and turned into green manure to nourish the seedlings cultivated for the second time. This method is commonly used in rural areas to increase production and save chemical fertilizers. For many people, this unexpected move turned out to be the reason for today's bumper harvest.
This is also the welfare that the two captains of Hezitun can finally strive for for their members.
One mu of land was originally planned to produce 900 catties of paddy rice. This year, 1,200 catties were harvested, which is a full 300 catties. This year, Hezitun has more than 100 mu of terraced fields. Earned members are red-faced, and I really feel the benefits of dividing fields to households.
He Songbai's family harvested tens of thousands of kilograms of millet. According to the standard of 300 kilograms of grain per mu of land, they planted nine mu of millet. The He family handed in a total of 2,000 kilograms of grain. Rao is the rest Enough for their family to eat for a whole year.
Li Laifu looked at the lively harvest scene of the whole village, and couldn't help but sigh to Li Dali: "Now I can finally take a breath and have an explanation with everyone."
Li Dali smoked a cigarette and took a few breaths in silence.
He spit out a circle of white smoke, and said quietly: "It's not over yet, those weak labor households in the commune definitely don't receive much, and they will have to subsidize them later."
Li Laifu thought about it deeply, and finally nodded in disgust for the trouble.
In addition to farming in the past few months, he has also devoted himself to holding "brainwashing conferences" and "advocating" the benefits of dividing fields into households. Whoever looks wrong, he will stare at these people for the next time.
After being stalked for so long, Hezitun was considered safe and sound, until a bumper harvest.
The beautiful yield per mu is a reassurance for the members of the commune who distribute the fields to the households. It will be like a needle in the sea, and it will not move. I am afraid that after tasting the sweetness, I will never want to work together as a group.
The scorching sun in July was like fire, and the entire brigade originally only needed two or three people to watch the millet at night, but this year, the fields were divided.
Everyone invariably wanted to guard their own millet. Everyone's millet was rationed. If they were thieves, the loss would be their own.
As a result, in the valley at night, many commune members fell asleep.
If the members of other villages look at it, they must give a thumbs up and praise the dedication of the people in Hezitun. The autumn harvest is tiring, and everyone takes the initiative to guard the millet after finishing their work. Isn’t this an extra spontaneity
However, the members of the Hezitun community only humbly and know each other well.
The Pan family still sent Pan Yu to guard the millet. Because there were so many people, Pan Yu was no longer against it. He followed everyone to guard the millet at night.
She just finished middle school this year, and is actively applying for a place as a worker, peasant, and soldier student. If she is unsuccessful, she will find a job in the county and go to the supply and marketing cooperative to eat the national food. Anyway, no matter which way you go, you will be free from the dirt in this life.
People in Hezitun couldn't help but praise this girl when they saw this girl. It just so happened that Pan Yu's age was coming.
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Zhao Lanxiang belonged to the weak labor force, and was divided into two acres of land, but she could not do the two acres of land alone, and most of them were helped by Sister He and He Songbai. It was night, and He Songbai also kept her vigil as usual.
They all squatted in the corner, looking at the starry sky, most of them were surrounded by the valley, but there was no one here.
Zhao Lanxiang asked the man in a low voice, "Aren't you going to kill the pig?"
He Songbai shook his head, looking at the sincere face of the subject, he was a little silly, and he flattened the corners of his lips that could not help but rise.
"I let them go, and I took them for so long, why don't you want to give me a rest?"
Zhao Lanxiang understood what he meant and smiled sweetly in his heart.
If it's an old man in the future, this might make her eyelids pop up and ask her, "Have you ever seen the boss be a bull and a horse?"
"Our brother Bo is amazing." She sighed sincerely.
"Go to sleep, I'll keep it, I'm used to not sleeping at night." He Songbai in the corner whispered to the object.
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and went to sleep. He Songbai lit the lamp, leaned against the cold wall, and silently looked at the valley.
In the second half of the night, Zhao Lanxiang woke up and leaned against the wall with him to guard the valley.
Zhao Lanxiang said: "You close your eyes and sleep."
He Songbai sniffed the gentle and warm fragrance of the woman. He was not sleepy at all, but in front of his object, he unexpectedly became "soft". He rested his head lightly on her shoulder and closed his eyelids.
In the silent night, darkness grew in the cornfields.
The brittle corn stalks and leaves swayed, making noises for no reason, and finally fell into silence again.
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Pingshengjun: Xiangxiang, is Brother Bo brave enough
Xiangxiang: How should I say... just, cute? /smile.jpg
Bo Ge cast a wolf-like threat in his eyes.
Xiangxiang, who becomes rational and fragrant in seconds: Cough, but there is no problem with Boge hardware!
PS: Looking at the comments and feedback, many people do not remember Pan Yu.
Let me introduce again, she is the rural girl who likes Brother Bo
The heroine who passed on rumors of cornfields to Brother Bo.