Walking to the cowshed, Gu Huaijin was holding her hen and smoothing it.
"Good guy, it's amazing, and he laid two more plump eggs."
Gu Huaijin really cherishes this hen. With it, Gu Gong has tasted dozens of ways to eat eggs. Steaming, frying, frying, and eating, his weight soared.
The hundred yuan for food is so worth it.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhiqing is a sincere and kind girl, otherwise, how would she be willing to give him such delicious food every day.
The daily lunch has become a huge spiritual support for Gu Huaijin. With it, it seems as if the suffering and tiredness of the whole day are dissipated.
After Gu Huaijin ordered the eggs, she saw Zhao Lanxiang passing by.
"Aren't you sleeping yet?"
Zhao Lanxiang didn't speak and looked around.
Gu Huaijin said again: "What did you do tonight, it's delicious."
"When you cook like this, you can drool in the front and back of the house. It's so unkind."
Zhao Lanxiang went to the firewood room to get the frogs that were still warm in the pot and put them in a bowl to give to Gu Gong to eat.
Taking advantage of the darkness, she asked, "Where's Prophet Hu?"
Gu Huaijin said, "Where else can he go, he hasn't gone to find Wu Gong yet."
The people in Hezitun did not treat Prophet Hu very kindly. Prophet Hu was transformed from a promising engineer to a reformer. Prophet Hu was willing to run to him often.
Zhao Lanxiang snorted and silently poured the meat from the bowl into Gu Huaijin's broken bowl.
Gu Huaijin can be called a very pleasant surprise. He usually only eats one meal at noon. For dinner, he eats wild vegetables mixed with sweet potato porridge from the cafeteria.
The wind often blows the scent of Hejia's firewood house towards the cowshed, and tonight the scent was extraordinary, so greedy Gu Huaijin swallowed silently, feeling more and more destitute as a dog.
Why should the cowshed of the landlord's house be built on the windward side of the firewood house? This kind of design annoys him very much.
Seeing that he didn't eat, Zhao Lanxiang coughed and said, "Eat, I have something to ask for."
"You eat, so I can speak."
Gu Huaijin was willing to eat happily. There was not much meat left in the bowl, but the hot and hot taste was enough to make him savor it for a long time, and the side dishes were too delicious in his eyes. Beans, cucumbers, potato leaves, and lettuce are stewed softly and deliciously. Spicy and refreshing, the soup is rich and delicious, and a little field chicken adorns it, making it more and more precious.
Delicious enough to swallow your tongue.
Gu Huaijin licked the last grain of rice and asked kindly, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Gu Huaijin was very puzzled, he is now a poor and destitute old man, it is not bad to not implicate others, how can he help her! But now that she has rarely turned to him for help, he will try his best to solve the problem for her.
Just when Gu Huaijin thought she was going to ask about the project, Zhao Lanxiang took out the letter in her arms.
It was written by Jiang Jianjun.
"This person should have come out of the same place as your son," she said.
"He wrote a lot of letters to me. His family is very powerful... You know, Brother Bai and I are talking about someone." Zhao Lanxiang's words stopped at the right time.
Gu Huaijin glanced at the letter carefully, and an old face suddenly flushed red.
He said angrily, "Why, he wants to pester you?"
Zhao Lanxiang added: "I heard him mention that Gu Shuoming is his immediate leader..."
Zhao Lanxiang's voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible, only Rong Gu Huaijin could hear it.
She had a word with him.
After listening to Zhao Lanxiang's request, Gu Huaijin jumped up and said angrily, "What's the matter!"
"I'll write it for you, and let my kid treat him by the way!"
Zhao Lanxiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and coughed lightly, "It doesn't have to be that serious, I just want to see Chief Gu and write me a letter of introduction."
Gu Huaijin followed her words and wrote a letter of introduction to the boss of the family according to what Zhao Lanxiang said, and asked her to receive Miss Zhao in person.
After Gu Huaijin finished writing, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the girl holding the letter he wrote, a relaxed smile appeared on his face, and he felt a little happier in his heart.
This came from the ease that he finally had a little effect and did his best to pay off a little debt of gratitude.
Gu Huaijin opened his hands and spread out the mat, "Miss Zhao, it's not easy to talk to He Er about someone."
"After this level, there are still many difficulties waiting to come."
"As an old man, I'm not very optimistic about who you are talking to. But that poor boy is my benefactor, and I hope he has a better life..."
At this time, Gu Huaijin happily recited his poem again.
"The first is the best, so as not to be fascinated; the second is the best, so as not to be haunted by lovesickness."
The corners of Zhao Lanxiang's eyes jumped uncontrollably. She said slowly, "It's useless to escape. Confidence is given by yourself, not by others."
"Okay, don't read poems at night, be careful if someone hears you and beats you again."
Gu Huaijin only finished these two sentences, and immediately fell asleep in the haystack.
Zhao Lanxiang held the hot letter in his hand and walked back to the room with ease.
With the light on, she stepped on the pedal of the sewing machine, lowered her head and laid down a neat line, and a long-sleeved shirt that belonged to a man fell into her hands.
The clear moonlight scatters on the hay in the cowshed, and also on the bare yard of the Li family.
He Songye drank water, washed all the powder on his face, and heated hot water to wipe Li Dali's body.
Li Dali's dark face suddenly turned red. Although he didn't drink, it was better than drinking.
The dim and weak oil lamp was trying its best to swallow the inferior kerosene, and the wick burst out from time to time with a faint "bang" sound. He Songye picked up the wick, and heard that Grandma said that the candles could not be put out on the first night of the wedding, but they couldn't afford the right thick candles, so they could only light the lights.
Li Dali's heart suddenly beat violently, and his heart was hot and hot, as if he could hear the sound of blood flowing in his brain.
He Songye was still wiping his hair, but he didn't move when he saw Li Dali, and looked at him suspiciously, "Why, don't you sleep?"
"Wash yourself up and go to sleep."
Li Dali let out the sullen breath in his chest, and honestly wiped himself up.
He stroked his paralyzed legs and suppressed the man's dry fire in his body angrily.
Those thighs that used to be strong and sturdy have now become ugly and may never get better. How could he still have the face to think about it.
Seeing her husband's frustrated and disgusting eyes, He Songye walked over, squatted down, picked up the rag, and rubbed him like a washboard.
"It will be fine, don't be afraid."
Li Dali shouted loudly. Although this woman was thin, her hands were strong. The dissatisfied calluses on her fingers made his heart tremble and itchy.
He grabbed the only plump piece of flesh on the woman's body and said, "Don't rub it, it's a waste of time."
He Songye met the man's dark and dark eyes in shame and panic.
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The next day, when He Songbai woke up, he found that the windowsill was already covered with a brilliant light.
He rubbed his heavy head and knocked several times in frustration.
over slept.
Zhao Lanxiang heard the movement and touched her. She smiled and called He Songbai to get up, "Let's eat quickly."
"I'll have to go up the mountain to work later."
Saying that, she handed the thing in her hand to the man, and He Songbai rubbed his sleepy eyes when he saw what looked like a piece of cloth.
"what is this?"
He asked in a daze.
"Clothes, are you awake?" Zhao Lanxiang asked with a smile, urging him to try on clothes:
"Change it to see if it is suitable or not."
Zhao Lanxiang has never measured He Songbai's figure with a ruler, but she has an inexplicable confidence.
Sitting in the back of his car several times, she could see his size with her eyes closed.
"No... I mean, what are you doing for me?"
He Songbai was baffled by the clothes that appeared suddenly, but at the same time his heart was warm.
"Is this what you've been busy doing these days? I, I thought you were making clothes for your brother..."
Zhao Lanxiang said: "All, but you shouldn't eat a child's vinegar."
He Songbai hurriedly took off his clothes and put on the new clothes that the subject made for him.
"Yeah, this craftsmanship is good!"
"No amount of money can buy it!"
But he wore it for a while, felt the joy of wearing new clothes, took it off again, and folded it with great care and put it on the head of the bed.
He said: "It's too new, I'll just wear it in the house, and then wear it outside when it's worn out."
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Some content was added at the end of the previous chapter, if you can't get it, you can go and see~
small theater:
He Songye: woo woo woo woo...
Li Dali: Although I can't speak, um, but the babbling voice is also very nice.
Pingshengjun: The police uncle is here, I want to get off!