"Originally, you have a good chance. You have a high culture and good popularity. If the masses vote, you must have a share. The leader is standing here, what were you doing just now?"
Zhou Jiazhen was both indignant and regretful.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, it turned out that there was such a thing.
But she thought back carefully, it seemed that Jiang Li really went to college not long ago.
The so-called worker-peasant-soldier students are also called worker-peasant-soldier students. They are local students selected from workers, peasants, and the People's Liberation Army. They go to school for a few years of education and then return to production.
But looking at Zhou Jiazhen with a look of regret, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help comforting: "It's okay, I don't care."
She really did not envy the college students of workers, peasants and soldiers, and she never thought about running for this place.
Zhao Lanxiang knew that the college entrance examination was resumed in 1977. Since then, he no longer needs a local recommendation to go to university, and he can go to university through his own efforts.
Although there are many outstanding talents among workers, peasants, soldiers and college students. The same is a student who has finished university, but because more and more people go through the back door, the recommended selection. The quality of the students who come out is mixed, so that the academic qualifications of the workers, peasants and soldiers are not recognized later. One is recommended to go to university, and the other is admitted to university by one's own strength, which one is more convincing is needless to say.
The "worker, peasant, and soldier student" is a fragrant pastry that others have robbed, but it is not so tempting to Zhao Lanxiang. But at present, it is a very bright avenue to jump out of rural household registration and eat commercial grain. In order to grab such a place, the price that ordinary people pay is unimaginably heavy.
She took a sip of water and said with a smile: "Of course, this opportunity must be reserved for those who have worked hard and have had a positive effect. How can I, a 'negative person', dare to think about it."
Zhou Jiazhen pouted, and then said after a long silence, "I don't dare to think about it."
Zhao Lanxiang touched her dry hair on the side of her temples, and her apricot eyes flashed: "Although I also hope to be selected, it is worth persevering in learning to read. Even if I don't study in college now, my dream will one day come true. achieved."
"The road is tortuous, and the future is bright."
Zhou Jiazhen grabbed Zhao Lanxiang's ponytail and scolded with a smile: "Bah, bah, bah, how dare you think about going to college when you're an old girl."
Zhao Lanxiang handed the kettle to Zhou Jiazhen, "Come and drink some water, and I will go to work later."
After the noon break, everyone started to work again. Zhao Lanxiang lifted her head to dig the soil, and learned the way others dig ditches to dig the soil. She worked slowly, everyone else finished and went to rest, she was still slow behind. Scratch it up.
Suddenly Zhou Jiazhen pushed Zhao Lanxiang's arm and asked in surprise, "Look, why is that second-rate here."
Zhao Lanxiang raised his head, He Songbai came down from the mountain at some point, and was standing behind her now.
"My work is done," he said.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "When you're done, you're done. What are you doing here?"
She pursed her lips and suppressed the upward curvature of the corners of her lips.
He Songbai said, "My sister asked me to come here to help you with your work."
Zhao Lanxiang clenched her head tightly, and the smile on the corners of her lips faded.
"Oh, I'm very grateful to my eldest sister for worrying about me... But she helped me once in the morning, and I don't need it in the afternoon."
He Songbai heard the words, the thick black sword eyebrows were tangled together.
As if a man's heart was thinking about how women are such troublesome creatures at the moment, Zhao Lanxiang turned his head over, holding his head and bending over to dig up the soil.
He Songbai quickly glanced around and said in a low voice, "You're weak, don't be stubborn, just wait for me and I won't be able to help you if there are too many people."
After he finished speaking, he grabbed the head from Zhao Lanxiang's hand, pulled it to the other side, and bent over to dig the soil with all his might. His hoe smashed into the ground, and the surrounding soil splashed and splashed. The work that the woman would take all afternoon to complete, he did in half an hour. The pit was dug deep and neat, and the soil dug out was neatly stacked in two lanes.
He Songbai was sweating profusely on his forehead. He said, "At this point in the future, I will help you, be obedient."
After he said and dropped the sentence, he left, his soft voice drowned in the wind.
The word "obedient" made Zhao Lanxiang suddenly stunned.
The old man also often put these two words on his lips. Every time he said this word softly, his face was filled with endless tolerance and doting. She finally found a little bit of similarity between them.
Zhao Lanxiang touched her pounding heart.
Zhou Jiazhen couldn't help screaming in surprise. In her consciousness, only those who had been treated would come to help in such an open and honest way.
Zhao Lanxiang hurriedly covered her mouth and said, "The brothers and sisters of the He family are all very nice, so don't be prejudiced against them."
Zhou Jiazhen was astonished as if she had heard some nonsense. She said, "You were also deceived by them. Those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black. This old saying is true."
Zhao Lanxiang added: "I believe what I see with my eyes and what I feel, instead of blindly believing in rumors. When you live in the secretary's house, you usually help their family with housework and pay the rent on time. Will someone come and do the work for you?"
Zhou Jiazhen was at a loss for words, "They are all busy people, where do they have time to do these jobs."
However, Zhao Lanxiang said, "The secretary's family doesn't have to worry about not having enough to eat if they do less work. The brothers and sisters of the He family will starve if they don't work if they don't work, but they still choose to help me finish the work. "
Zhou Jiazhen did not speak.
Zhao Lanxiang sighed and said, "Let's work."
Zhou Jiazhen said, "Okay!"
Every day that followed, although Zhao Lanxiang was very reluctant, He Songbai came to do her work on time. The old educated youths couldn't help but praise when they watched the hole she and Zhou Jiazhen dug together.
How could Zhou Jiazhen be so embarrassed to receive this compliment? She didn't want to admit it, but she had to admit it. She also got Zhao Lanxiang's light.
Because when He Lao Er came to help Zhao Lanxiang, he also dug her share.
Seeing He Songbai working so hard, Zhao Lanxiang felt sorry for herself, so she went to the store to buy meat on weekends and bought it diligently, supplying him with oil and water every once in a while.
The people in the village are very envious, and the He family really enjoys it!
Ever since the female educated youth from that city moved into the He family, the He family has followed suit, eating meat and meat, and loving food. Originally as thin as African refugees, they ate well and looked like "Europeans" in the village.
Everyone is equally exhausted, but when you get home, you can eat it. They still have sweet potatoes and beans in their bowls, and their faces turn green after eating. And it's this odorous, vivid contrast that's the most painful.
They can't shamelessly go to the door to ask for something to eat, and they are forced to smell this smell every day. Who made many of them still criticize the main force of the Douhe family at the beginning, and the relationship has never been repaired for so many years.
Want to come beg for meat
They still have to face, how can they bow their heads to those bad elements for these few bites
So they can only close the door at meal time, give full play to their imagination, imagine the sweet potato and bean curd rice in the bowl as meat, and happily finish each meal with the smell of meat in the air.
Why! That Zhao Zhiqing doesn't know what he's doing, why is it so fragrant, so fragrant every day! If Zhao Zhiqing came to his house, it would be just right! How can the bad elements of the Zihe family be exposed, they can't even drink rice soup.
As a result, He Songbai went to work for Zhao Lanxiang one day. After being bumped into by people in the same team, these people seemed to have seized the vent, caught people's painful feet all day long, and said sour words while working.
Sister He's ears are extremely clean, and she is also deaf. When others shouted in front of her, her throat was broken, and she couldn't hear a word. Chewing your tongue in front of her is a waste of energy, and you will panic when you are full.
It's just that I feel sorry for He Songbai, the "care" he received is doubled, and his ears have never been clean.
"The girl is so handsome, she feeds Lang again, and gives Lang a warm quilt..."
"Shut up." He Songbai said in a low voice, his low voice threatening.
The man was even more excited and sang it again in front of He Songbai. The person who sang the jingle was called Wang Leizi. He was poor and sloppy. He couldn't get a wife in his thirties. , a pair of cloudy eyes burst into a strange light, excited and excited.
The others booed and laughed.
"Lao He's family is so poor that there are only two dilapidated houses left, and they don't even want to go in to steal their children. I don't know if they are worthy of the cultural people from the city..."
Wang Leizi became more and more complacent, and even shook his head and sang those two lines to his mouth. He Songbai shook his head away, and his casserole-like fist greeted Wang Leizi like a shooting star.
On this day, Zhao Lanxiang didn't wait for He Songbai to dig a trench for her and pour out the gravel.
When the sun was about to set, He Sanya ran to Zhao Lanxiang with tears in her eyes, "Can you go and see my elder brother, he's bleeding a lot."
He Sanya pointed in that direction, her nose and tears falling. Zhao Lanxiang immediately dropped the cart and ran to the place where He Songbai was working. She saw a pool of blood dripping on the ground, and the blood all over her body was frozen. She finally calmed down and grabbed someone to ask what happened.
After asking about the ins and outs, she ran back to the He family's old house and hurriedly opened the door of He Songbai's room, only to see a man lying on the bed in the dimly lit room, with only short black hair exposed under the quilt. There was a pungent and strong smell of medicinal oil in the air.
Zhao Lanxiang walked over and saw that the person was still lying down, and the moistness in his eyes was taken away.
She pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Oh, I've been so busy these days that I haven't had time to ask, are your legs any better?"
"I want to see your legs."
He Songbai grabbed the quilt and said lightly, "It's alright."
Zhao Lanxiang lifted the thin quilt on his body and looked up and down at the scars on his body. The wheat-colored chest was covered with scaly bruises, and there were even purple bruises oozing out in many places. A blood scar coagulated on the sharp corner of the eyebrow, and the blood flowed all the way to the cheek. It looked terrible.
She tapped his skin lightly with her fingers.
The man immediately hissed, and Zhao Lanxiang said, "You deserve a fight?"
He Songbai frowned, the pain was excruciatingly painful, even his nerves were numb, and he couldn't tell what to think about.
Zhao Lanxiang found more medicine from her room, washed his wound with alcohol, and put medicine on him, and finally said lightly, "No nonsense."
The mild medicine brought a touch of comfort to the burning wound, and the numb wound seemed to be unconscious at the moment. He Songbai's hissing and gasping voice stopped, and now he can free up his excess energy to think about when the woman beside him leaned down and sat beside him, and when he bent down to touch him carefully Her chest, and the posture of her whole body as if she was sitting in his arms, and how out of place it was.
The distance was so close that he could catch the air that came out of her mouth before he could breathe. The uninjured hand was pressed against her warm, soft plumpness. It was quiet in the dim room, and the weak vision enhanced other senses. keen. He could even smell the faint incense on her body from a bunch of pungent odors.
"What, what?"
He Songbai withdrew his hand stiffly as if he was scalded.
Zhao Lanxiang blinked and said seriously, "He didn't talk nonsense."
Those clear almond eyes were like autumn water, gentle and charming, He Songbai's eyelids twitched and his temples throbbed in pain.
She smiled, held down his retreating hand, and her slender body pressed closer to him. He Songbai's lips were soft and wet, and his head suddenly became blank. It was hot like lava, about to explode.
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