Granny let out a faint sigh, turned her head and continued to stare at the window outside in a daze.
Zhao Lanxiang silently put the steamed pig's trotter on the table and quietly withdrew.
After the people left, Grandma turned her head to pick up the bowl and tasted the pig's trotter. The smell is so fragrant that it permeates the whole house, and it is difficult for people to ignore it.
The steamed and rotten meat is very smooth and soft, the grandma who has a bad mouth can bite off half of it in one bite, and the wine-red hoofs are shiny and shiny as if they have been coated with a layer of high-quality enamel. Alternating red and white, a circle of greasy fat with snow wrapped in dark lean meat, oily and moist, can revive the most hungry desire in the heart of the human heart. water.
Grandma's face was sullen, and she sucked up the soft and rotten fat, and sipped the fragrance one by one.
Humph.
It's not too much of a loss for Brother Bo's gold locks.
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The millet in the field was fully ripe, and everyone was rushing to harvest it. Zhao Lanxiang, a weak labor force, was assigned to the easy work of watching the rice field. The strong laborers in the village are harvesting grain, threshing millet, and raising the field. The roar of diesel tractors in the fields echoed through the blue sky.
Busy until the evening, the hot sun tanned everyone's complexion by a degree. Zhao Lanxiang brought light salt water from home to replenish water for people. The light salt water was specially put into cold well water to quench her thirst.
Zhou Jiazhen also participated in the looting with the man. She was exposed to the scorching sun all day long from morning to night. The dark blue shirt on her body was soaked with salt, which Zhao Lanxiang admired very much.
"Tired or not, why don't you come and watch the show with me tomorrow."
Zhou Jiazhen's rosy face contained a slight smile: "I'm not tired, labor can create value."
She wiped her sweat and said proudly: "I think 'one's life should be spent like this: when he recalls the past, he will not regret for wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed for being mediocre'"
Even Zhao Lanxiang, who had never watched "Steel", couldn't help laughing when he heard this sentence, "You really fell into the life of Paul's struggle."
Zhou Jiazhen said sincerely and gratefully: "It is a good book that can affect people's life. I used to lament that my life was bumpy, but now I just feel ashamed. There is a saying in it that is particularly good, and I will share it with you."
"'Steel is forged in fire and rapid cooling, so it is hard and fearless. This is how our generation was forged in struggle and terrible trials, learning not to give in to life.'"
"You can share this sentence with Mr. He." Zhou Jiazhen's smile was mixed with a trace of shame and relief.
Her change to He Songbai began with labor and ended with labor. How can a man who can take care of the farm work in the fields meticulously and patiently like his own children be the legendary idle second-rate. He Songbai did not work together with everyone before, but worked hard alone in a remote place. This time, he was transferred back to the paddy field, and all his performance fell into her eyes. He was diligent and sincere like an old cow. .
"His review was really good. My previous view of him was prejudiced..." Zhou Jiazhen said with emotion.
Zhao Lanxiang handed her a bowl of salt water to drink, and quickly interrupted Zhou Jiazhen's words: "Drink it quickly, why do you keep mentioning him?"
He is still asking him in front of her!
This made Zhao Lanxiang's heart hang high. Is it so obvious that one or two can be seen
She has tried her best to get along with him in private, and she hardly speaks to him when someone is there.
Zhou Jiazhen blushed and explained in a low voice, "Have you forgotten? I was in the He family. I once said bad things about him in front of him, and slandered him in front of you. Now I regret it."
When Zhou Jiazhen mentioned it, Zhao Lanxiang just remembered.
At that time, after Zhou Jiazhen left, she discovered that He Songbai had been squatting in the private plot. His deep eyes were darkened by the shade of green pea shoots on the fence.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "Don't worry, he will hear this. I will tell you. Paul is a fighter, but you are a woman made of flesh and blood. Don't be too stupid to rest when it's time to rest."
Zhou Jiazhen nodded vigorously.
Zhao Lanxiang turned around to bring water to Sister He.
In the evening, when everyone finished work, Zhao Lanxiang began to guard the grain field. The grains that have been exposed to the sun are not easy to get moldy when they are stored in the warehouse, but there must be someone watching the field at night.
Zhao Lanxiang slept well during the day, and stayed in the middle of the night. After the second half of the night, another person would come to pick her up. This job couldn't be too easy for her.
As night fell, Zhao Lanxiang listened to the sound of cuckoo frogs in the field, and the sound of cicadas kept on and off. She lit an oil lamp, chewed candy in her mouth, and slowly turned the pages of a book in her hand, which happened to be "How Steel Is Made".
Recently, Zhou Jiazhen likes to watch it so much, and she quotes a few words in it all day long. Zhao Lanxiang has to read it before she can catch her words.
The sky was getting dark, and the dim light of the stars in the night sky became brighter and brighter. As soon as Zhao Lanxiang looked up, he could see the stars above his head.
After a while, a rustling sound came from the grass.
A figure quickly ran over, and Zhao Lanxiang put down the book and widened her eyes in surprise.
"Shh—don't bark."
There was an undisguised hoarseness in the man's deep voice.
"Why are you here?" Zhao Lanxiang touched his face and was very happy to see him at this moment.
He Songbai lowered his head and wiped the sweat with his sleeve, "I'll be here after dinner."
"It's not safe for you to be a girl vigil, I'll show you, you go back."
Zhao Lanxiang shook his head sharply.
"You work so hard during the day, and you help me watch the night, like what! I won't leave - go back to sleep quickly, there will be more heavy work tomorrow!"
What responded to her was He Songbai's darkened face, and his tightly pursed lips revealed a seriousness that could not be rejected.
Zhao Lanxiang paused, thinking seriously about the possibility of persuading He Songbai to give up this idea.
zero.
He was even scarier than her when he was stubborn.
She said, "Otherwise... I don't go back, and you don't go back either. You sleep in there for a while, and I'll call you if anything happens, okay?"
He Songbai reluctantly accepted.
Zhao Lanxiang led the person to a simple hut by the valley, took out her cool summer quilt, pressed the man on the bed, and covered him with a quilt, her brisk voice revealed a hint of mischief: "It's the first time for me. Spend the night with Buddy."
He Songbai, who was forcibly pressed by the woman to sleep on the bed, had a tinge of red on his tanned face.
He coughed, "I'm sleeping, you must call me if you have anything."
Zhao Lanxiang simply responded.
She watched He Songbai closed her eyes and started to sleep. She walked to the valley outside with the lamp by herself, and read a book with relish.
The man in the room opened his eyes and listened carefully to every move outside.
A dim circle of light cast the woman's slender shadow on the window, the firelight danced faintly, and her shadow was moving, rippling like the glistening water in a well.
The thin Xia Liang quilt was light and cool, full of the faint scent of gardenias on her body, tightly wrapping He Songbai, giving him the illusion of being tightly surrounded by women.
He Songbai just stared at the woman's shadow on the window with his eyes open, and half-asleep and stared at the person who was changing shifts in the second half of the night.
He Songbai became nervous, he got up lightly, stood on tiptoe and carefully left the room.
Unexpectedly, the person on duty in the second half of the night was Gu Gong, and He Songbai's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
Gu Gong was also surprised when he saw He Songbai.
But when he saw the girl squatting at the door reading a book, there was a trace of clarity in his eyes.
The reason why Gu Gong is called Gu Gong is not that his name is Gu Gong, but that he is the chief engineer of the terrace construction, responsible for the design of ditches, blasting, and terrace road planning. I heard that he was an intellectual who was transferred from City B, not a local, and could speak fluent Mandarin.
He Songbai was very surprised, he was silent for a moment and asked, "Why are you here?"
Gu Gong's wrinkled face couldn't even squeeze out a wry smile, and the smile lines on the corners of his brows deepened. He only said one sentence: "Young man, go back to sleep."
With a hint of doubt in Zhao Lanxiang's eyes, He Songbai patted her on the shoulder, "Let's go, I'll take you back."
Zhao Lanxiang stayed in the middle of the night and soon became sleepy, she quickly washed her face, rubbed her eyes and said good night to the man, and soon lay in bed and fell asleep.
…
On the valley floor, the young man sat on the concrete floor and chatted with the middle-aged man.
He Songbai rolled up a grass cigarette and handed it over, "Smoke a few puffs, otherwise you won't have the energy to work during the day."
Gu Gong looked at the dark mountain range in the distance, and sighed with emotion: "There are many hills here, but there is little arable land. Building terraces can expand the area of arable land and increase food production."
He Songbai yawned silently.
Gu Gong continued: "But you belong to a karst landform here. Although the groundwater source is rich, there are also many rocks and caves. The main component is carbonate rocks... %#￥@&"
He Songbai was trying his best to chat with Gu Gong, but after sitting for a while, he quickly fainted.
He Songbai took a sharp puff of cigarette, the cool smoke soaked into his throat, stimulated and regained consciousness. He said lightly: "If you can't do that much work, you can be lazy and take a nap."
Gu Gong wiped his face silently, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened.
The author has something to say: In this era, speculation is illegal.
So as a peasant, the way Bo Ge spoils his object is—>
Do your best to help her work, help her work, help her work!
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Small theater one:
Xiangxiang reading a book outside
Brother Bo: Her back is so beautiful, I can watch it all night.
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Small Theater 2:
Gu Gong: "%#￥*&@!"
Bai Ge: As an upright peasant, I really want to interrupt him.
But he doesn't seem to understand what playing the piano to a cow is. Forget it, let him talk.