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Zhao Lanxiang and He Songbai separated as soon as they returned to Hezitun.
He Songbai copied the trail and went home from the overgrown area. He went to G city secretly, and it was suspicious that he was not at home during the Chinese New Year. In order not to reveal his whereabouts, He Songbai let Tie Zhu wear his clothes and hat and occasionally go outside for a symbolic swing, pretending that he was still there.
Apart from Uncle De's family, almost no one from the He family would come to pay New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year. In addition, the weather was cold and there were few people's activities. He Songbai had been out of sight for the past few days and managed to hide from the people in Hezitun.
Zhao Lanxiang returned to He's house with a heavy box.
As soon as the door was opened, there was a warm feeling in the room. Zhao Lanxiang was not surprised either, because before she left, she told Sister He that she could borrow the sewing machine in her room.
At this time, He Songye was leaning against the window, leaning against a little light leaking from the window, and sewed the clothes in his hand finely. When she saw Zhao Lanxiang came back, she put down her clothes in surprise.
There was a warm air in the room, so comfortable that Zhao Lanxiang sighed, and the warmth dispelled the coldness all over her body.
"If you don't have a good rest during the New Year, you still hurry up to catch up with clothes?" Zhao Lanxiang joked.
He Songye stopped what he was doing, took out a pile of loose banknotes from his pocket, and stuffed it into Zhao Lanxiang's pocket.
Zhao Lanxiang took out the money in his pocket in surprise, "Why give it to me?"
He Songye just smiled, didn't speak, sat down and continued to make clothes.
She has been a cat for a winter, her dark yellow skin is a little white, her eyes are bright, and she straightens her waist and sews clothes in high spirits. A slight smile appeared on her face, and her whole body was completely refreshed. The smile leaked from the corners of her lips, as if her whole body was soaked in a honey pot.
It looks so refreshing.
Zhao Lanxiang said in surprise: "Are you... giving me money?"
He Songye stopped, "You give us food. I'll give you the money... to buy more vanishing cream to use, and nice clothes to wear."
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and put the money in his pocket.
In fact, the food money given by He Songbai and grandma is already a lot. It was enough to cover their whole family for several years, but she did not refuse.
This is the backbone of Sister He, this is the money she sewed out every stitch and thread, the value of labor makes her happy, and she needs this affirmation.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "Wait a minute, I'll take a break and I'll work with you together."
Zhao Lanxiang rested on the clean bed for a while. She took out a basket of chestnuts from the cellar. This was what she saved for making pastries in the fall. She kept several big bags, but now there is only a little left. Zhao Lanxiang put on the stove and buried her head.
The red-hot wood charcoal melted and burst into flames, filling the room with the sweetness of roasted chestnuts.
When He Songye stepped on the pedal and bent over to sew clothes, she sniffed the warm fragrance, she touched her stomach and continued to work.
Zhao Lanxiang used a thumb-sized piece of cotton dipped in oil and rubbed it on the surface of the chestnut, causing a thin layer of oil to smear on the surface, and the chestnut shell became extremely crisp when roasted.
"Come and have something to eat!"
The chestnut slammed, and the golden mouth became bigger and bigger, and the fragrance became stronger. Sister He finally reluctantly stopped what she was doing and ate chestnuts with Zhao Zhiqing.
The chestnut roasted with honey has the fragrance of pine oil, sweet and soft, and the sweetness enters my heart.
He Songye felt like there was sweetness floating in the air when she ate it, and the little bit of ease and comfort that was leaked from her busy schedule made her feel happy and satisfied. The heavy and never-ending days seemed to see the light all at once.
She happily pulled Zhao Lanxiang and said, "During the Chinese New Year, I made fifteen sets of clothes."
One set of manual fees is given, and the busy and fulfilling New Year's Festival has made her earn so much money that she has never seen in her life. Of course, she couldn't make so many clothes by herself. Her husband was ingenious and made a lot of suits together.
Apart from eating and drinking, he spent all his waking hours on this all day, and the lines he sewed were neater and better-looking than hers.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at Sister Zhao's cheerful appearance when she talked about making clothes, which was quite different from the concept at the beginning.
She thought that the time was almost ripe, and said, "I'll lend you the sewing machine."
He Songye was still immersed in the joy of labor in exchange for wealth, but at this moment, he was suddenly poured down by a basin of cold water.
She shivered and shook her head vigorously.
How could anyone be willing to lend such a precious thing to others with confidence, she lowered her head to reflect on whether Zhao Zhiqing was disturbed.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at Sister He's pale face, and said with a smile: "Comrade He, I will officially lend you this sewing machine. I hope you will take good care of it, as you would your own children. At the same time, it is not for nothing. For you, the rent is five yuan a month, do you agree?"
He Songye's face went from dazed and excessive to shocked and unbelievable, and finally turned into redness around his eyes, and tears flowed uncontrollably little by little.
Going to the present life and getting everything at the moment are things He Songye didn't dare to imagine in the past.
Her nose couldn't help sour, she squatted down, buried her head and choked for breath, unable to make a sound.
"Do you want it, or don't you want it? Don't cry—" Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help laughing and laughing, and quickly helped Sister He up.
"Yes, yes." He Songye wiped his eyes indiscriminately, and quickly took out five pieces from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhao Lanxiang's hand.
That night, Zhao Lanxiang asked He Songbai to move the sewing machine to He Songye's room. Even Li Dali couldn't help getting up and stretched out his head to look at the "new big things" added in the house.
"Thank you." Li Dali solemnly expressed his gratitude to Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang also said: "I have been in Hezitun for so long, and I have to thank the captain for taking care of me."
He Songye carefully wiped the fuselage with a rag on the side, with affection in his eyes.
It was as if she was not holding a sewing machine, but her own child. Her feelings for it had long since been integrated into her bones and blood in the time she had been with her. Every sound of it clicking and falling needles was like a spark that splashed in her heart, making her heart hot, and the clothes she made seemed to have life. Every time he sees it, He Songye hides joy in his heart.
Today it finally came to her house.
Zhao Lanxiang touched the eldest sister's rough hand, smiled and said goodbye.
He Songbai finished moving the sewing machine, dodged and squeezed into the subject's house.
He said, "I'm willing to give away such a big thing to my eldest sister."
"Are you saying you're stupid?"
He Songbai stared at Zhao Lanxiang, his eyes were soft and deep, like the still and vast abyss of the universe.
Another example is the splashed ink, surging with complex emotions.
Zhao Lanxiang was suddenly attracted by his deep and beautiful eyes, and his heart was pounding. His gentle eyes seemed to be able to rub water and drown people in it.
He Songbai coughed lightly, his low voice with a slightly teasing smile.
"So for your careless mother-in-law, I have to eat more and lose some blood so you can earn it back."
As he spoke, he took out a silver chain from his arms. The faint kerosene light reflected on the necklace, reflecting a dazzling and soft light. His thumb slightly loosened the woman's collar and lifted her up The hair, standing behind her, picked up the silver chain with both hands, and slowly put it on her neck.
Zhao Lanxiang only felt that her neck was cold, and immediately a wet and hot brand fell on the back of her neck. Her heart shrank rapidly, and the numbness was like a high-speed current breakdown, making her numb.
She quickly lowered her head to look at the condensed jade on her neck, which was like a drop of water.
It was as if He Songbai smashed her whole body with money. Zhao Lanxiang, who had been influenced by luxury goods for decades, felt that at this moment, the necklace around her neck was not a necklace, but a heavy piece of gold.
He Songbai looked at the object's completely dumbfounded face, and she was always sober and cute.
He couldn't help laughing, and promised with both hands: "In advance, I'm very poor, and I can't afford a gold necklace for you, nor can I buy something more expensive for you. There is only this cheap silver chain."
"But I promise, I'll give you everything I have."
Zhao Lanxiang was about to faint. He said this was a cheap silver chain
"This is very expensive..."
He Songbai looked at the drop of jade hanging from the center of the chain that her thumb pointed to.
He said: "It's left by my mother. It's not worth much. It's a broken stone. I look at it because it's small and unattractive, and it probably won't be said to be inlaid..."
He Songbai's thoughts were still stuck in the fact that jade is a broken stone, hot to the touch and causing trouble, but this small stone is so beautiful, clear and moist, looking at it reminds him of her pair of clear springs. Eye.
When he was about to make the necklace, he made the master inlaid with it.
He Songbai's ashamed and embarrassed explanation made Zhao Lanxiang feel like a local tyrant was throwing money at people without knowing it. Hmm, the kind that are particularly earthy.
The tip of her tongue was sweet, and she couldn't help but tiptoe to kiss his chin.
"I like everything you gave me."
"Even if it's your kiss."
Rao is He Songbai's rough face, and he couldn't resist the sweet words of this lady, and her ears turned red when she spoke of her love.
He lowered his head silently and gave her a kiss she liked.
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The treasures He Songbai sent back from city G were sent back to city N one after another half a month later.
This time, he went to G city with the savings of the two of them, and found a lot of valuable industrial products. The money earned was enough to lighten the pressure on the two of them.
The overwhelmed Li Zhong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he joked: "Are we counting on the pig farm to make money, or are we making money to support this pig farm?"
"Why do I feel more like the back?"
In the spring, Li Zhong listened to He Songbai's words and bred the sows. Now several sows have been bred, fearing that they will give birth soon.
The amount of money invested in the past was just a small head, and it was spent everywhere in the back. As soon as the money was opened, it couldn't stop flowing out. This time, the industrial products that He Songbai brought back from City G finally gave the two of them a chance to breathe.
He Songbai gave these things to Li Zhong with confidence, and Li Zhong could sell them at a good price with his ability.
He said lightly: "The first pig is about to be cooked, just wait and make money."
Li Zhong said, "Okay!"
"Killing pigs in spring, great luck!"
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Li Zhong: Killing pigs at the beginning of the new year is good luck
Pingshengjun: eat chicken tonight, good luck
Brother Bai: I seem to have caught the life-long master who is addicted to games.
You have to remember, there is a Kubo brother here waiting for you to ask me for a daughter-in-law :)
Pingsheng: How can it be, the poor are not qualified to play games.
Cai Mixiang: The things that my mother-in-law left behind are treasures!
Local tyrant cypress: Broken stone, mother-in-law, don't dislike it!
Pingshengjun: I was full of dog food and was shown off my rich face
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