He Songbai, who heard the words, was choked by the object, and looked into the pot, but he really didn't see the shadow of porridge. A big bowl of porridge made him drink it all in three or two sips.
Although he didn't know what to do, he had no choice but to clean up the dishes and wash the dishes, and left the firewood room in despair.
He sniffed hard on himself, thinking about the smell of pig feces that the subject said, and disgusted it so much that he scooped water from the water tank in the middle of the night, and took a cold shower.
After cleaning up, He Songbai, who was finally able to lie down on the bed, had a feeling of taking a break from his busy schedule. After taking a bath, he was a little more energetic and couldn't sleep for a while.
The flickering oil light dragged his thoughts to their humble "pig farm" ten miles away.
He blew out the oil lamp, thinking about all the trivial matters of the pig farm, and fell into endless thoughts, his eyes were so dark that they seemed to melt into the thick night.
Time goes back half a month ago.
After He Songbai collected enough money, he and Li Zhong handed over a total of 4,000 yuan to Master He. Master He quickly took them to see the piglets. Li Zhong immediately made a decision to build a pig farm and bring the piglets back to raise as soon as possible. Li Zhong did what he said, because they were afraid of too much noise, so they even went to the mountains to cut wood and pile them up.
Seeing that it was getting ready for winter, the pig farm built with grass and trees was not protected from the wind and too cold to prevent the piglets from freezing. He Songbai had to secretly buy bricks and hired a cement worker to build the walls.
He Songbai also knows a little carpentry. In the early years, he learned from a master carpenter. Originally, I expected to have another ability to eat, but after leaving the school, few people came to him for work.
He Songbai invited his old master over, and Li Zhong took him to the state-run restaurant for a meal. The white rice was served with oily pork belly. The poor and honest carpenter was moved and followed them. Build a pig farm deep in the mountains.
During this period of time, He Songbai's miracle was erratic, and he was all busy running to supervise the pig farm, and by the way, he helped to work. Although tired enough, but the heart is more and more energetic.
The new pig farm is from existence to nothing, from being built up a little to about to be completed. Looking at the rudimentary it, He Songbai seemed to be looking at a child who had been pulled by himself, his whole body was full of energy.
The next day, He Songbai got up early.
Early winter is the slack season for farming. Except for the members of the brigade who raise pigs, sheep, cattle and livestock, and the members who take turns to guard the fruit forest, other people basically have no work to do. Even if there is, the trivial work every day is not enough to jam people's teeth.
Li Daniu is not as meticulous as his eldest brother, and arranges work for everyone one by one. In the early winter, he led the members of a production team to harvest the wheat and potatoes in the fields one after another, and then completely relaxed.
He Songbai took a sip of the heating, the weather was getting colder and colder, and it was difficult to get up in the morning and travel ten miles to the pig farm. He got dressed, pushed open the door and went out to wash.
The sky was gray and gray, and Zhao Lanxiang, who also woke up early, caught He Songbai who had just woken up.
He squatted by the eaves and brushed his teeth with a willow branch. When Zhao Lanxiang saw it, he handed him a toothbrush, and then took out toothpaste from his pocket and squeezed it the size of a soybean grain.
"Isn't it debt collection, so poor that you can't even afford a toothbrush?"
He Songbai's hand holding the willow branch stopped for a moment, then took the brand new toothbrush handed over by the subject.
"You got up that early?" he said vaguely.
A icy cold wind blew, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help shrinking her neck into the scarf, she looked at the man squatting under the eaves still wearing a thin and worn long-sleeved shirt, and said, "It's still early, you don't have to hurry. Go to work and come with me to my room, okay?"
In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, the dawn is late, and the weather is cold, and the villagers are basically happy to stay at home and don't like to move around. He Songbai doesn't have to rush to set off in the middle of the night like in summer.
He Songbai heard the subject's request, how dare he disagree. He hurriedly moved and went to her house after washing up.
A warm fragrance wafted from the woman's house, a little stuffy and extremely warm.
He Songbai hadn't been here for a while, and it was a surprise to see many new changes in her house.
Zhao Lanxiang took off his coat, took out a dark black piece from the cabinet, patted it in front of He Songbai and unfolded it.
This is a cotton coat.
He Songbai's dark eyes flashed slightly, dark and silent.
"You left early and came back late recently. You don't know many things at home. My eldest sister and I are making clothes. I asked her to help me with the work."
"Really?" He Songbai was a little surprised.
He knew that this woman always had so many ideas.
He was surprised that she could let his eldest sister do this job and earn this money willingly, and quietly didn't move.
From the very beginning, when He Songbai decided to do something speculative, he didn't plan to tell his eldest sister about it except to inform his grandma, and wanted to keep it a secret until the end. Because he knew that his eldest sister gave up and was not flexible enough, so telling her would be resistance.
He couldn't imagine the scene where the eldest sister helped the object to make clothes together.
He Songbai's lips wriggled, and he wanted to ask the object's eldest sister's reaction.
In his opinion, if the eldest sister knew what he did, she would have to smash his head before she would be relieved. After all, this way of making a living is disgraceful, and their family's reputation is not good.
Zhao Lanxiang said: "Don't be stupid, try wearing it?"
She patted the coat in her hand and handed it to the man.
This coat is the result of her recent days. Winter is coming, and his thicker clothes are nothing but the new tunic suit. But the tunic suit is still new, and he can't wear it out. Every day he only wears a worn long-sleeved shirt and wanders around to work, which is shabby and embarrassing.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a man with a huge sum of money in his pocket, and she is simply impressed by this low-key level.
How did Zhao Lanxiang know that this man's naturally adventurous and enterprising heart prompted him to invest all his worth into the pig farm
He Songbai's dark eyes couldn't help showing softness, he nodded and put on the clothes made by the subject himself.
The coat that the subject made for him is already "prepared to be decent", and it can be worn directly. The more worn it was, the more at ease he wore. The fabric on the outside of the "tattered coat" was worn out, with a few "holes" torn, and several patches were added, leaving it grey. However, there was a very warm new cotton wool inside. Putting on it for a while and the coal stove that was burning warmly in the room directly warmed him up with a thin layer of sweat.
The slightly stiffer fabric blocks the wind and is quite wide, and he wears it quite imposingly.
Zhao Lanxiang looked up and down, with an admiring look, very satisfied.
The fleshy He Songbai is a natural clothes hanger. When I first saw him, he was thin and gloomy, with a gloomy murderous look on the corners of his eyebrows, indifferent and inhumane. Nobody will notice. In the second half of the year, the food of the He family improved. He ate a lot, the flesh on his face grew back, and he gradually became more handsome.
With long legs and broad shoulders, she is also dazzlingly handsome in a ripped cotton wool coat.
The "broken" of this coat is not the kind of torn that has been worn for a long time, old and sloppy. The water-grinding fabric of the labor cloth has a gradient texture. After washing it several times, she will wear it on purpose. Grinding out the color of gray and white mixed with black, the holes that are broken conform to the golden ratio, and there is an irregular beauty scattered on the coat.
This kind of coat is similar to the deliberately torn jeans of later generations. If it is torn a bit, it can make her look pleasing to the eye, and it is not a deliberate waste of clothes, isn't it good
Today's people can't appreciate "dilapidated beauty", which is just right.
He Songbai didn't have as much thought as Zhao Lanxiang. As a pure post-50s generation, he touched the clothes that were worn like a cloth bag. He was satisfied but at the same time regretted.
"Looks like someone else's old clothes to wear."
His deep eyebrows stretched out, and he couldn't help laughing. The corners of his eyes, which were as sharp as a knife and axe, were slightly raised, and they carried a heroic spirit that could not be taken away.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but glared at his "ignorant" tone.
"Then you can wear it with peace of mind in the future!"
"Such sturdy clothes can last for years!"
He Songbai nodded, and methodically tied the buttons one by one, "I still have something to do, I'll go first."
"Wait back tonight."
Zhao Lanxiang watched him ride his bicycle like this, roaring away into the gray night, looking down at his watch, it was only five o'clock sharp.
…
He Songbai rode a bike to find Sunja.
With hard money in his arms, his chest was hot and jumping violently.
The woman's tenderness made his heart soften so much, so he became firmer.
The bone-chilling wind blowing in the mountains in winter was firmly blocked by his torn coat. He Songbai didn't feel cold at all, and he rode his bike faster than ever.
He soon came to Sunja's house.
Sunja is an old man who has been on guard for many years, and his profound and seasoned "detection power" is unmatched by others. It is not difficult to find a pig herdsman who raises pigs, and most of the rural people have experience in raising pigs. It is not difficult to find a craftsman who builds a house. His master is just an experienced old man.
In the last pig slaughtering farm that closed down in Yangbaoshan, if there was no Shunzi, a large group of pig slaughtering masters and even their father would have to be implicated one by one, who were pulling carrots and mud. Sunja's sentry is not an ordinary standing watch. His sharp eyes, like eagle eyes, can see at a glance who is a peasant walking on the road and who is the police officer who captured the master.
This is not something ordinary people can do.
He Songbai wanted to invite Shunzi to "go out".
It was still dark, and Shunzi was still holding her mother-in-law's kang head, and she didn't wake up in a daze.
He Songbai disturbed his lucid dream, he was both surprised and angrily said: "What's the matter, what's the matter with me?"
While talking, he put on a coat and followed He Songbai into the bushes.
He Songbai asked him to squeeze the thick money in the bag. He deliberately exchanged the money for a piece or two of loose banknotes. A few hundred yuan of banknotes stacked together could be as thick as bricks.
With such "rich wealth", Shengsheng made Shunzi stunned.
"You... what do you mean?"
He Songbai handed him a cigarette and lit it with his own hands. The polished matches illuminated the faces of the two whose emotions were unclear.
There was a smile in his eyes, his eyebrows flew into his temples, and his short head was neat and clean.
"I want to make money with you."
"Pig farm, keep watch, do you still dare to do it?"
Hearing this, Sunja was so surprised that the cigarette in her mouth almost fell to the ground. How could he have thought that this pig chop master, who was too poor to eat meat in the past, would one day dare to invite him out of the mountains to work.
He Songbo paused and said, "Our pig farm has closed down, and now it is contracted by me, and there is still a lack of a post to watch. I will keep this position for you, will you do it?"
He put the warm banknotes in his arms and stuffed them into Sunja's coat. The action is neat and not at all sloppy. Rao is Sunja, who has earned so many years of sentry money in the pig slaughtering farm, and can't help but be speechless.
"Do, do it."
Sunja was stunned for a long time, then said silently while holding the thick piece of money.
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Xiangxiang: He has no clothes to wear, so pitiful.
Pingshengjun: The local tyrant in the slum
Emmmm, are you... are you being too low-key
To gain sympathy, hey, shameful!
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