With her toes, Zhao Lanxiang could think of the hurdle in the man's heart. It was like an invisible ruler, traversing his bottom line. He has his backbone and pride, and he is unwilling to eat women's soft rice. He hopes that he can be like a good man in the sky, supporting his wife and family. He hopes that every grain of grain he eats is earned through his own efforts.
Zhao Lanxiang later understood his thoughts, so the delicious and delicious dishes on the dinner table were replaced with sweet potato and bean rice, and the refined grains became rice bran wild vegetables without oil and water. She ate and ate, showing him her determination to endure hardship with him.
But now Zhao Lanxiang is unwilling to let him continue to eat bran and choked vegetables. He is now like a tireless bull, spilling all the essence and blood on the crops. He urgently needs to supplement nutrition and eat something good. She asked him to work harder, not this kind of desperate work.
She wanted him to live a more active life, but he didn't expect him to be too active.
Zhao Lanxiang tugged at the man's sleeve, approached his ear, and whispered, "Grandma gave me a note a few days ago, I don't quite understand what it means, can you help me?"
Saying that, she took out the crumpled note from her pocket.
He Songbai was soaked in hot sweat, sweat flowing down his jet-black hair. He stinks badly all over, but the fragrant woman who just took a shower still leans towards him.
He Songbai is really helpless to her! Where have I seen such a clingy mother-in-law!
He Songbai was a little worried for her, and at the same time felt extremely dry. He often feels guilty for his uncontrollable physical reaction. He is a duplicitous man with a dirty mind!
He Songbai probably didn't know that not only did women not dislike his sweaty smell, but at the moment he was so manly in her eyes. Although he sweated a lot, he liked to be clean. are not the same.
Zhao Lanxiang tugged at He Songbai's ear and asked him to look carefully at the note left by grandma.
She said, "I suspect that my grandma left me a treasure. We... are we going to look for it now?"
He Songbai's hand that was wiping the sweat stopped in mid-air, and the corners of his deep and sharp eyes twitched uncontrollably.
He coughed lightly and said a little embarrassedly, "My family is poor, where are there any treasures."
Zhao Lanxiang spread out her hands and showed it to him, pasting the note in front of him, "Otherwise, what do you think grandma meant by writing this sentence? Do you want to accompany me tonight, if not, then I will go by myself. "
He suddenly turned his face and taught her a lesson: "Girls can't run around at night, haven't your parents taught you?"
Zhao Lanxiang folded the note and put it in his pocket, and asked him earnestly, "Isn't this asking you to go together? Are you going or not?"
After He Songbai lost his temper, he saw the inevitable victory revealed in her eyes, that he had nothing to do with this fickle woman, and soon he carried a shovel and followed her to Niujiao Mountain.
Zhao Lanxiang slowly measured the distance of 100 steps, and lit up the lush forest at the foot of the mountain with a flashlight.
"The locust tree, the locust tree, there is no locust tree here."
He Songbai looked around, suddenly squatted down, and explored with his thumb. He touched the rough half of the wooden pier and took another picture with his flashlight. The cut-off wooden pier was in fact disfigured, and the sparse and dense annual rings were faintly black under the light.
"I dug." He Songbai said.
Zhao Lanxiang continued to look for another place with the flashlight, "I'll go there and see."
He Songbai grabbed the woman who was running around, and covered her head with his generous palm, "No need to go."
As he said that, he dug up the soil with all his might, and a small dirt bag was quickly piled up in the open space next to him. Zhao Lanxiang raised a flashlight to shine the light on the man. He was digging with a hard shovel and suddenly stopped digging, and there was a muffled sound from underneath.
The surprise and excitement in the woman's voice couldn't be restrained, "Hey, don't dig anymore, you really found it."
He Songbai dug out the hard object with a shovel in silence.
This is a box full of mud, and Zhao Lanxiang struggled to open it. She couldn't see what it was for the time being, and was reluctant to open it violently and destroy it.
He Songbai picked it up without being dirty, and said in a muffled voice, "Are you satisfied? Go back."
Zhao Lanxiang nodded, and it was almost as she expected.
Back at the Hejia, Zhao Lanxiang poured a bucket of water and carefully washed it. The small box lost its ugly shell, revealing its quaint and heavy appearance. The texture of the wood is delicate, the hands are solid, and there is a faint fragrance when you smell it carefully.
This is... rosewood.
Before Zhao Lanxiang opened the box, she felt that all the value of the treasure given by grandma was reflected in this wooden box. I saw a lock hanging on the wooden box, complicated and small, a pile of red sandalwood tangled in a piece, forming a fine and ingenious lock. If the wooden lock is forcibly destroyed, the beauty of the whole sandalwood box will be greatly damaged.
This is really an interesting box, very collectible, I don't know how much it will be worth! But this kind of thought, Zhao Lanxiang just thought about it for a while, and quickly dispelled it.
This retro baby is now worthless, not only has no market, but is a hot thing. What she could do was to hold it tightly and put it away.
He Songbai saw the box clearly, twitched his brows invisibly, and said lightly:
"Go to bed, there's no baby in it."
He started to drive people away.
Zhao Lanxiang finally dug up this treasure, where would he be willing to go, and the man's expression at the moment was very intriguing. She unlocked the Luban lock on the box at an incredible speed, and opened the box with a "pop".
He Songbai wiped his face with his palm and was extremely silent.
Zhao Lanxiang saw the moisture-proof hay neatly spread inside, took them out, and dropped a small Ruyi lock, as well as a few pieces of torn paper.
The Ruyi lock is small and delicate, the gold flakes are polished and the tentacles are slippery.
The word "Bai" is vaguely written on it, with Dingyou and Bingshen engraved on it. At a glance, it is known that this is a safety lock for children.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help covering her mouth. Grandma actually took out the treasure of her good grandson and gave it to her.
She shook the tattered little book again, on which she drew chubby little piglets with tender brushstrokes, and wrote crookedly, thinking, eating. There should be more exciting content to come, but—
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at He Songbai, the man's face was completely dark.
"Don't look at it," he said.
Zhao Lanxiang held the safety lock in her palm, weighed it, and said thoughtfully, "This lock is a bit heavy, it should be able to buy a pig."
He Songbai put away the small book and said firmly, "Go to sleep, don't think too much."
Zhao Lanxiang shook his head, "You don't understand what grandma means. She gave me the lock just to let you two eat something good. I'll go buy pork tomorrow. This time, you can rest assured and have enough to eat?"
She smiled and pocketed the precious lock, and there was a hint of teasing and teasing in her voice.
The time when Grandma wrote her a note happened to be when she was "running out of food". What's so hard to understand, Grandma just wanted her grandson and granddaughter to eat delicious and spicy food.
So she took care of her "outsider" for the first time.
She is not numb and indifferent, she just quietly looks at all these changes with those turbid eyes. Grandma threw this ball of paper to her, both to make up and to encourage.
Grandma hopes that she will continue to cook delicious food, which makes Zhao Lanxiang feel a sigh of relief.
She felt that the act of feeding herself would become a burden on He Songbai, but the head of the family had spoken up, and Zhao Lanxiang didn't care about the guilt or guilt.
Grandma said to continue to eat, then continue to eat. The value of her golden locks and rosewood is enough for these two brothers and sisters to eat many delicious meals.
The next day, Zhao Lanxiang rushed to the store very early to line up, and bought a fat pig's trotter with a meat ticket. An inch of white and greasy meat was like snowflakes. Zhao Lanxiang chose He Songbai's favorite fatty meat, and a braised pork trotter quickly came to her mind.
Zhao Lanxiang carried it back to He's house contentedly, cut ginger, onion and garlic slices, and fry the hoof hooves in a pot until both sides were golden brown, and fry the hoof hooves with sugar until the hoof hooves were smeared in sugar. Little by little, the lard wrapped the hoof and gave birth to a fragrant fragrance.
Zhao Lanxiang put the red-fried pig's trotter in a pottery bowl, filled the pot with water, and steamed vigorously at the bottom of the stove. . A chopstick was poked and pulled back, and the chopstick bitten by the meat made a "boom" sound, which was extremely sticky and slippery. At this time, she knew that the hoof was soft and slippery enough to be out of the pot, and she was guaranteed to be able to eat mouth-wateringly. Oil, the meat that melts in your mouth is fat but not greasy, smooth and attractive.
She brought a bowl to the house of the old man, who was sitting by the window in a daze. She found Zhao Lanxiang's figure, and the vicissitudes of the old face wrinkled.
"Give me something."
Zhao Lanxiang looked at her suspiciously.
Grandma said indifferently: "You melt the golden locks and exchange them for money, and return the comic book in the box to me."
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help laughing, "It turned out to be a comic strip, but unfortunately it wasn't with me and was taken away by Second Brother He."
She saw Grandma's sudden serious look, and continued after a pause: "I saw the word cypress on the lock, and I thought it must be something from Second Brother He, so I gave it to him."
Zhao Lanxiang sighed secretly, if the eyes of He Songbai, the old grandmother, must be so sharp, she is about to lose the bottom line!
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