Zhao Lanxiang should have been sleepless all night, but it was useless to think about worrying. There was still a tough battle to deal with during the day, so he fell asleep.
Before going to bed, she remembered what happened to Pan Yu, and silently removed the big lock of her suitcase, and added a security to the door lock.
After dawn, she quickly went to Pan's house.
He Songbai squatted bitterly under the big tree that was some distance from the Pan's house, and was tortured by mosquitoes all night.
She glanced down and saw the huge red envelopes scattered all over his bare skin.
Zhao Lanxiang joked: "Even mosquitoes know that your blood is more nutritious."
"Go back and rest, and leave the rest to me."
She knocked on the door of Pan's house.
The Pan family had already finished breakfast, and even Pan Yuhua had already gone to work with a hoe, and it was Mrs. Pan who opened the door for Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled gently, "Morning Sister Pan."
"I'm here to find the second sister. I heard that she is also planning to choose workers, peasants, and soldiers. I'm looking for her to learn from."
Although Sister-in-Law Pan has long held grudges against her sister-in-law, she is still a family when she closes the door. Zhao Zhiqing, who is very literate in Hezitun, has come to Pan's house to find her second sister to gain experience. She is still a little proud.
She let Zhao Lanxiang in.
Zhao Lanxiang went to Pan Yu's house, the small room was tightly closed, the windows were not even opened, it was so stuffy that there was no sunlight.
Sister-in-law Pan scolded and said, "This second sister doesn't know that sin is wrong, she reads books stupidly, and sees that the world has made herself a ghost. My parents-in-law told her to kiss her, and she became It's a deadly virtue."
Zhao Lanxiang asked Mrs. Pan to do her own work, and walked into Pan Yu's room by herself. There was a stench of rotten meat from the deep and narrow room.
She dug Pan Yu out of the bed and said, "He Songbai has something to tell you. It's not convenient for him to come to your place. Come with me to He's house."
After not seeing her for a day, the pale complexion of the woman has almost faded from the blood. Like a puppet on a string, she is about to die, numb and lifeless, as if the fire of life is about to be annihilated in the world.
The same woman, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help sighing in her heart. She washed Pan Yu's face and combed her hair.
She pulled Pan Yu up from the bed and muttered, "It's not your fault."
"You are still a clean and happy girl."
Zhao Lanxiang is actually quite frail, but the rural labor over the past year has made her stronger. The nutritious soup and water that has not been interrupted every day makes her body plump and vigorous. back to back.
She shouted, "Sister-in-law Pan, I'll take my second sister to my place to be a guest."
Zhao Lanxiang walked out of Pan's house with one foot and one foot. He Songbai, who was guarding outside, quickly carried Pan Yu on his back. He seemed to be chased by a hungry wolf, taking three steps and two steps. , and ran back to the He family. It was the unreasonableness of the Pan family that frightened He Songbai. He Songbai had always wanted to distance himself from this family.
He places the person in the subject's room.
Zhao Lanxiang said to Pan Yu, "Your brother Xinbai has seen it, he is very worried about your state."
"We all hope you live well, cherish life, and don't have thoughts of suicide."
He Songbai nodded, and he followed the object's words and said carefully: "You are a good girl, I never blame you."
"I just want you to live well."
Pan Yu, who had completely sunk into his own world, had a change in his mood upon hearing this. Her eyes rolled mechanically in their sockets, and tears rushed down in an instant, she just kept on streaming, and her thin shoulders kept shaking.
Zhao Lanxiang wiped her tears and said, "You can stay with us during this time. Don't be afraid if Brother Bo is here."
He Songbai raised his head in surprise when he heard the subject's words, and then lowered his head again by the cold eyes of the subject.
Zhao Lanxiang was the one who saw this living life turn into a rotten corpse with her own eyes. When the old man was studying psychology, she listened to it for a while. Girls suffer from this stressful psychological trauma and it is difficult to recover. A strong sense of fear made Pan Yu become numb and sluggish, and lost his response. She also wanted to get some useful news from Pan Yu's mouth.
Still hope she can live well.
Zhao Lanxiang pulled He Songbai away and poured a basin of water into the house to give Pan Yu a bath.
Pan Yu's body smelled rancid, and when Zhao Lanxiang lifted Pan Yu's clothes, she couldn't bear to look away. Women are really weak in terms of physical strength, and Pan Yu is also very pitiful.
After taking a bath, Pan Yu's eyes regained a little consciousness.
She murmured: "Thank you, thank you."
She was lying in Zhao Lanxiang's clean bed, her whole body refreshing, and she finally couldn't help but let out a loud cry, almost as if she was trying to squeeze all the moisture out of her body.
Zhao Lanxiang touched Pan Yu's head and comforted her for a long time.
She waited for Pan Yu to finally stop crying, and then said, "Be strong, there is nothing that can't be done."
"You don't think about yourself, you have to think about them. Your parents have worked so hard to pull you so hard, and it's not easy to support you all the way from high school to middle school. Don't commit suicide, keep this Let's do something else meaningful."
"Can you tell me what happened the other day?"
…
the other side.
After He Songbai left the subject's house, he made a meal of rice noodles by himself.
Although he didn't go to work today, Tie Zhu brought a piece of meat over in the early morning. He Songbai cut the pork liver and pork sausage into thin slices and marinated them with eggs and starch according to the subject's usual practice. The breakfast was brought out and greeted everyone to eat.
As usual, he kept Gu Gong a share, and he walked to the bullpen with hot fans.
Seeing that there were other people around, He Songbai said, "This is what Zhao Zhiqing left for you, eat it while it's hot."
Gu Huaijin happily ate the rice noodles. Today's rice noodles were not as crispy and smooth as before, but they were perfunctory. After all, the meat was fresh, tender and thin.
Prophet Hu was accustomed to the hardships that he could not bear just by looking at it. He silently cleaned the cowshed, picked up his hoe and prepared to take care of his one acre of fields.
But this experience was the first time for Wu Yong. He took a deep breath and praised: "Although the teacher has a hard life, he eats well."
"Unlike us, boil water only for steamed buns."
Gu Huaijin gulps down the delicious hot soup, he glanced at it, and said angrily: "There are people who eat bran and wild vegetables and Guanyin soil, how do you compare with others?"
Wu Yong choked up and did not speak.
He left after helping Prophet Hu.
Seeing Wu Yong's departure, He Songbai couldn't help but ask, "Why did Assistant Professor Wu come back?"
Because in his perception, this intellectual who flew out of the mountain and ditch has left their poor place, and most likely will not come back. The world outside is colorful, and it is too late to enjoy it.
Prophet Hu said: "He came to visit the teacher. After the holiday, the university also had some free time."
As he said that, he touched his head and said again, "Junior Brother Wu's home has been rehabilitated, so he brought wine to visit the teacher, so he should be happy for such a big happy event."
Hearing this, Gu Huaijin immediately pushed the wine into Prophet Hu's nest.
He said, "I have a fatty liver, and I quit drinking a long time ago, quit drinking... You keep it for yourself."
He Songbai glanced at the wine bottle and said silently, "Assistant Wu, I'm afraid I can't be a teaching assistant all the time."
Gu Huaijin glanced at this silly boy, with some meaning, and it was rare to have a heart-warming eye.
He told Hu Xian to know: "You junior brother knows better than you, he is better than you, and he doesn't need you to worry about anything."
This sentence blocked Prophet Hu's heart that he wanted to open his mouth to intercede for the younger brother.
Gu Huaijin said again: "You only know how to study, but your brain is actually the most stupid. Favors are repaid by human favors. I'm in such a poor state now, what can I do to make Principal Fu sell your junior brother's favor as a favor?"
"His family has been rehabilitated, and he has his own family to worry about. I. Fuck. What kind of heart does he have."
After Gu Huaijin finished speaking, he continued to eat the powder. He licked his mouth and said, "This is definitely not made by Xiang girl. How can the powder she made be so unpalatable."
He Songbai's face couldn't help but turn black, and silently turned back to the old house.
…
Zhao Lanxiang and He Songbai stared at Pan Yu day and night, and after two days passed, Zhao Lanxiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She used the white fungus collected from the mountain by He Songbai, paired with Sydney, red dates, and wolfberry to make a rock sugar white fungus stewed Sydney. The rock sugar is melted in the boiling water, and the Sydney is stewed from the crystal white to the deep yellow soft pear, which melts in the mouth.
The red dates were stewed open, revealing the reddish-brown flesh. Tremella is white and translucent, dipped in sugar juice like a flower condensed with jade dew.
Sanya had never eaten such a rare thing. I heard that it was a supplement. The red dates overflowed with the sweet aroma of Sydney, making Sanya drool. After Zhao Lanxiang cooled down, she mixed a little for Sanya to eat.
Bingtang Tremella Sydney, so sweet that Sanya narrowed her eyes and was very happy.
Zhao Lanxiang gave Pan Yu a bowl to eat. I heard that eating sweets would make me feel better when I was in a low mood.
Pan Yu drank spoonfuls, tears silently flowing into the bowl.
The sugar juice is sweet in my heart.
She wiped her tears and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about me anymore, I will live a good life."
Pan Yu looked directly at the girl who had taken care of her for a few days, and she said gratefully, "Thank you."
"I now know who Comrade He Huanxi is. You are very good... He is also very good, and you are a good match. God will treat you well."
Pan Yu wiped away her tears, packed her things, and planned to go home.
She said, "My parents won't believe what I say, and neither will anyone else. Saying it out is just... humiliating yourself. I'll tell you everything I know." She paused and choked:
"I can't stay in this place anymore. It's my eternal nightmare. I will go back to school and try to stay in school to be a teacher. If I become a teacher, I will teach them to be kind people like you."
Zhao Lanxiang wanted to mention something else, but when she heard the words, she suddenly didn't want to say anything. In this era, she cannot ask Pan Yu to bravely stand up to the police and identify the culprit. In this way, Pan Yu will only be ruined, and he will be ridiculed and poked in the spine all his life.
She only warned: "Go out, or leave, and be careful when you are outside."
"By the way, Tang Qing in the brigade has stopped doing farm work. He is now working as a clerk in the county. If you stay in the county, you can contact him. He is an enthusiastic and good-natured comrade."
Pan Yu took Zhao Lanxiang's letter of introduction and left Hezitun.
…
Zhao Lanxiang wrote down Pan Yu's descriptions on paper these days. It was messy and scattered, like graffiti.
She couldn't help but miss the grown-up little tiger in her previous life. If he were to deal with these clues, he would even be able to come up with something called a criminal psychology portrait based on these characteristics. After a few rounds of sieves, the sinner will probably be found.
It's a pity that Xiaohuzi is still a little baby girl who is licking her thumb. She can't handle cases and reasoning anything.
Zhao Lanxiang pondered for a long time, but did not figure out anything. She packed up these records of Pan Yu and locked them in her own box. She couldn't help but speculate, was Brother Bo who was framed for killing Pan Yu in his last life, so he squatted in jail
If such an explanation is true, then she can really breathe a sigh of relief. But that's just her speculation.
After the autumn harvest, Zhao Lanxiang began to urge He Songbai to study and study every day.
In August, He Songbai's pig farm produced another bar of new pigs, which made him a huge profit.
After he shared the dividends with Li Zhong and Tie Zhu'er, he could still receive more than 2,000 yuan. He carried the money in a ragged bag, pretending to be carrying a pile of chemical fertilizer, and carried it back to Hezitun.
When he poured out the scattered banknotes, Grandma Li, who was sitting on the bed drinking soup, almost choked.
She opened her eyes wide and stared intently at the money.
He Songbai folded them one by one, wiped off the fertilizer on the banknotes, but felt hot and heavy.
He said: "I want to use this money to treat my eldest sister's ear. When my brother-in-law was sick, the doctor showed her. At that time, he said that the sooner the eldest sister treats her ear, the better. Later, as she gets older, it is basically impossible to cure her. already."
"Now that we have money, we can show her."
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Pingshengjun: You poured money in front of grandma, do you want to scare grandma to death
Brother Bai: No, is there a lot of money
Not much.
Grandma has a lot of knowledge, and this money can't scare her.
Poor Bingshengjun: "..."
Some digressions:
Chapter 106 has been slightly changed, and Bo Ge's description of the cornfield incident the previous year has been added, you can take a look.
The recent comments are not very friendly. In fact, Pingshengjun is an encouraging writer.
You are not happy to read, and I will not want to write more.
I do write slowly, but progress is not as slow as you think.
Seeing you here, please don't rush the progress.
The theme of this story is not the traditional farming culture to get rich, how to slap the face,
It's not how the male protagonist who became a big shot spoiled the female protagonist, because he was very fond of the female protagonist when he didn't become a big shot.
I think that's enough.
"Bai Fumei" tells the story of love in a difficult situation, which basically ended after the reform and opening up and after marriage.
And the story of making a fortune no longer continues, above.
You look, or you don't look, I'm here.
You go, or you don't go, I'm still here.
Those who are destined to accompany all the way, and those who are not destined to say goodbye here.
Good night everyone~