He Songbai took Zhao Lanxiang for a walk in the mountains again.
He scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly, "This is a barren mountain, and there is nothing to see. If you feel bored and not too dirty, you can go and see me work."
Speaking of what he was doing, He Songbai felt a little more proud of being a man. He wanted her to take a good look at his pig farm, a place he regarded as his heart and soul. He wants to lead his object, the boss holds his hands like he leads her, and patrols his pig farm like he is cruising his own kingdom.
Zhao Lanxiang nodded.
She also wanted to see what He Songbai usually did here.
He Songbai's wish came to nothing, because soon, the slap in the face came.
Today, Niudan, who was in charge of cleaning the pig sty, was yelled away for a while, and he asked He Songbai to do his job.
So Zhao Lanxiang happened to be lucky enough to meet He Songbai cleaning the pigsty:
In order to prevent the new clothes from getting dirty, he took off his black coat, and shoveled pig shit with a shovel in both hands. The sewage flowed out of the ditch outside the wall along the hole, and the dirty pigsty took on a new look.
More than a dozen pigsties were swept down one by one by a few of them.
Although the weather was cold, the forehead of He Songbai, who had finished shoveling pig feces, was faintly oozing with sweat, and the thin long shirt was pressed against his back, sweating profusely.
He Songbai lowered his head and wiped his sweat, and a trace of remorse flashed across the corners of his sharp and deep eyes.
She came here today just in time to bump into the scene where he was shoveling pig shit on the wheel, and watched him do this dirty work without a trace.
He was working in a sullen mood, with his back to her direction, and he felt that the whole back of his head was hot. He suppressed the urge to find Zhao Lanxiang's figure in his heart.
This woman can't tell which corner she is standing in, secretly laughing at him!
Zhao Lanxiang watched the man busy picking up pig manure outside the pig farm, and his eyes couldn't help but flash a smile.
He always does this kind of dirty and tiring work, but he does it with seriousness.
Serious men are always cute, whether it's a man shoveling pig shit, or a man working overtime all night in a luxurious and sophisticated office. Although the two have different identities and different occupations, their love for their careers is the same.
What's so funny about her
It's just... Just now he mentioned the proud tone of letting her "inspect" his work, which is in sharp contrast with the fact that he is doing it now, making people laugh unkindly!
This pig farm is really not small. It is sheltered from wind and rain, ventilated and warm, which is better than the hard work that he used to chop pigs to earn hard money. Thinking of this, Zhao Lanxiang also sincerely cheered for him.
When He Songbai finally finished his work and washed his hands before coming out, Zhao Lanxiang pinched his nose silently, and said in a stern voice:
"So that's how your stench comes from."
"Does it still smell?" His broad and erect nose shrugged, and he took a deep breath.
All the air flowing in the nasal cavity is fresh air, where is there any smell!
"It just stinks." Zhao Lanxiang said directly.
He Songbai's temple was throbbing with pain, so he had to wash his hands again, and even put on new clothes. He squatted beside the cold spring flowing out of the mountain stream, and said while washing:
"Don't say it, all the fragrant pork you eat is raised by people like us who are not afraid of getting dirty and not afraid of being tired."
"No matter how dirty or smelly I am, I'm still your object, right?"
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, yes, see if you can bear it."
"It's just raising a pig. Those who don't know it think you've made an atom bomb!"
…
The He family, the cowshed.
Gu Gong shrank his body and couldn't help but sneezed.
He rolled up the quilt, half-covered and half-padded on his body. The quilt was sent by his lover from City B in the spring. It had been kept for half a year, and now it finally came in handy.
Prophet Hu held the alfalfa grass and worked tirelessly to cut the fodder for the cattle. He said, "Teacher, why are you doing this?"
"It's a good house, clean and warm. You can't help it. You prefer to build a floor in this cowshed. Why can't you live with yourself when you're old?"
Gu Gong turned his head indifferently, and immediately an itch came out of his nose, and he sneezed several times in succession.
After a long time, he said angrily, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."
"I just don't live in that place, and it's not up to you."
Gu Gong was completely "revengeful" and vented his unhappiness on Hu Prophet's head. When Prophet Hu heard the words, he almost chopped off his own hand.
Gu Gong shrunk in the quilt, his eyes faintly said: "Do you think this money will grow wings and fly by itself?"
"The four of you didn't take it, the workers didn't take it, and I didn't take it either. Could it be a ghost taking it?"
The "transfer order" for Gu Gong's restoration this time was vague. It neither clarified his "injustice" nor granted him a restoration of his reputation, but gave him almost the same treatment as before, which made him very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. He would rather do hard work than go to "atonement" in the name of this "corrupt".
If he doesn't move, he just won't move. Before his reputation is restored, it would be better for him to live in a bullpen like a sinner to "make atonement"!
If it weren't for the fact that he was really worried that the little bastard would not be able to do things well, and tossed a landslide, Gu Huaijin would not be willing to take this "high-level job" to do it.
Prophet Hu put down the guillotine, looked at Gu Huaijin with piercing eyes, reluctantly but hesitantly said, "Yes, yes, the ghost took it."
Prophet Hu was wise not to pour fuel into the fire when Gu Huaijin was angry. After nearly a few thousand yuan of the money in the project evaporated, the police dug up the gold at Gu Huaijin's house. Prophet Hu had long recognized this fact in his heart, but after seeing the teacher's aggrieved appearance that he wanted to grab the ground with his head almost every day, he suddenly felt uncertain in his heart.
If this old man can really pretend, then the money is really taken by ghosts!
Prophet Hu laughed naively and continued to snip.
But... how could the money be taken by ghosts, this teacher who pretends to be crazy and sells stupidly. In fact, just for the sake of persuading them to come down from Niujiao Mountain, for the sake of saving so many lives and saving his life, Prophet Hu has already completely ok with Gu Huaijin from the bottom of his heart. He was so grateful that he thanked Gu Huaijin for his broad-mindedness and warm-heartedness. In his eyes, the stain of the teacher was also erased by the "light" shown by this incident, and the teacher was still his teacher.
In life, who can guarantee that there is no blemish on the body? Even sages have confused thoughts, such as when they go astray!
Prophet Hu finished cutting the grass and didn't care about Gu Huaijin's daily intermittent cramps, he set off his ragged cotton wool and fell asleep.
…
In the afternoon, Gu Huaijin was woken up by the howling cold wind.
The charcoal fire in the stove had long since burned out, and the ashes were glowing black. When the wind blew, the powdery ash suddenly rose up, choking people's nose itchy. Gu Huaijin glanced at the burnt firewood, and dragged his heavy body to the mountain.
He gradually picked up a bunch of finely scattered firewood, and he followed the firewood all the way, picking up when he saw dead wood on the ground. The wood that has been eroded by wind and rain is brittle and hollow, and it is not resistant to burning. But he couldn't pick and choose. He was so cold that he couldn't cut wood, and he just picked up a pile of wood in a dazed way.
Gu Huaijin was so tired that he stopped to breathe for a while, he was really old and confused, why did he lose his head and run to the mountain to pick up firewood? It's obvious that Mrs. He is a firewood seller. If there is a next time, he will definitely spend a dollar to buy enough firewood for a month.
The peasants in the distance vaguely seemed to be shouting something, and he saw them picking up the haystacks with hoes and rakes, as if they were going to do something big.
He hunched his waist and couldn't help but listen carefully with his old and faint ears.
"Burn the ashes—burn the ashes—"
"Burn the ashes—"
Burning ashes is a laborious task that farmers do in winter. The dead grass and dead trees that decay in winter are messy and messy, sucking the fertility of the land. Taking advantage of the winter, a fire burned the top of the mountain, and the dead branches and leaves on the mountain were burned into ash and charcoal. The ash of the grass and trees covered the ground, and the ashes melted into the ground after a shower of rain, just fertilizing the soil. In the coming year, the hills will be covered with the fat and tender alfalfa grass eaten by animals such as pigs, cattle and sheep, which saves energy and is of great use.
Gu Huaijin, who finally heard the words clearly, felt anxious, pulled up his legs and ran.
"Hey—don't burn! Don't burn!"
"I'm here!"
Holding the firewood, he ran down the mountain like a 100-meter sprint. The roaring raging fire was like the golden yellow mixed with red seasoning on the paper, and it was stained with the wet painting paper. It spread up layer by layer at an incredible speed, and instantly smeared the withered mountain top. It was golden and red in color, and there was a faint black gas on the edge.
On the way of the thrilling escape, Gu Huaijin seemed to be hooked by something, and one of them slammed into the small ditch, and his ankle was suddenly swollen.
He patted his unsatisfactory old leg angrily, and the firewood was scattered all over the floor.
"My goddamn thief!"
Gu Huaijin dragged his steamed bun-like feet and limped up. His palms scratched the rocks, cutting several bloodstains.
The temperature of the flames that gradually spread up began to lick his beard and eyebrows. The raging fire licked the brittle dry branches, burning a flame that was one meter high, and spread aggressively towards him.
Gu Huaijin scolded, "Grass!"
At this moment, all kinds of unwillingness crossed his mind, and he sighed that his fate was not good. When he got old, he was not succumbed to death, but was suffocated by a simple fire. His body gradually felt the scorching heat from the fire, and at this moment, countless random thoughts flashed through his mind.
His footsteps are still okay, but he regrets the stone with no eyes just now. If he could just run slowly and hurry up, he would still be able to go down the mountain well. This stone must be the saddest disaster in his life.
His fist slapped a handful of hot ground feebly, and his turbid old eyes were smoked with a few drops of tears.
Soon, a very fast figure flashed through his dim old eyes, and he suddenly carried him on his back, and a few stabs dashed wildly.
He crouched on this man's back, and finally he didn't have to close his eyes, but he closed his eyes with peace of mind and fainted.
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Gu Gong was furious: Don't you know that the elderly can't help but be scared? !
Uh, Mr. Pingsheng, who couldn't bear the anger of 100,000 tons, silently ran away with the lid on.
Spoiler, the person who appeared at that moment was... Wu Yong