Zhao Lanxiang rested her head on his slightly hot back, and the cold wind at night whizzed, and she didn't feel cold anymore.
He Songbai took the object to a state-run meal.
This was the first time he took her to a restaurant to eat in a dignified manner.
When the waiter asked them what they would like to eat, He Songbai didn't know what to ask her to eat. He naturally thought that the more expensive and more realistic the better, but he was afraid that she would dislike him.
He coughed lightly.
Zhao Lanxiang quickly picked up the words, "Two bowls of meat-filled wontons, two large ones."
After all, it was her first time here. He Songbai didn't want to save money and wanted her to eat something good.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "Just eat it. The first time I brought you to the city, I also ate wontons."
Her gentle words pulled him into a long memory, and he also remembered that night in the hospital with bright lights, she arranged everything for him inside and out.
At that time, he was reluctant to eat such a good thing, because a bowl of wontons was so inferior that he couldn't raise his head. Now he can treat her to something more delicious.
the time passes so fast.
The corners of He Songbai's lips couldn't help but rise slightly.
"Okay." He showed his white teeth.
The wontons in state-run restaurants are a little more delicious than those made by ordinary people, but in terms of craftsmanship, they are nowhere near as good as Zhao Lanxiang's.
He Songbai sucked gently, pursed his lips and said, "This meat is not as fresh as ours."
"The skin is too thick, I can't roll it as well as you."
But he ate with eyebrows raised, and he ate happily.
Zhao Lanxiang evenly gave him half of the amount in his bowl, "Eat enough to have the strength to work."
He Songbai put the half-eaten wontons in his mouth and said vaguely, "It's fragrant and sweet."
"good to eat."
It was only a bowl of wontons to eat, but Zhao Lanxiang suddenly blushed when she saw it.
He finished eating the wontons she had brought over in two bites, and looked at her with a smile on his thin lips. The lips that had just finished eating the hot soup were dipped in a little soup, and they were a little extravagantly rosy. I saw him wiping his mouth with a handkerchief and licking his lips slightly with his tongue. After doing these actions, he looked at her bowl, as if questioning how she was eating so slowly.
She swallowed the wontons suddenly, put down the bowl and stood up neatly, "Let's go."
"go home!"
On the way back, Zhao Lanxiang sat on the back seat of He Songbai's bicycle, opened his leather bag, and hurriedly read the "Joint and Liability Book" he signed.
She said: "I think this responsibility letter needs to be signed more stably, and I will have to ask their leaders to sign it in the future."
"Otherwise, the gods will fight, and you little shrimps will suffer."
He Songbai's eyebrows stretched and he said, "I know."
"Let them eat a few full meals and talk about it later."
He paused and added: "I know it in my heart."
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help laughing. She properly hid the responsibility book and held it on her chest.
They rushed the last bus back to Hezitun.
…
Hejia Cowshed.
After Gu Gong finished writing the letter, he closed the pen and put it on the pocket of his coat.
Prophet Hu glanced at the letter in the teacher's hand and hesitated. However, remembering the help of his younger brother in the past, he saw that Gu Gong was ready to go to bed after writing the letter, so he hesitated and asked:
"Is this... a letter of recommendation for junior and senior?"
Gu Gong folded the letter and pressed it into the book, he said lightly, "No."
At this moment, Prophet Hu felt as if he was choked.
Gu Gong said: "This is written for my son. I came to the country to report safety."
He seemed to see the disappointment in Prophet Hu's heart through the calm expression on his disciple's face.
He said angrily, "Why, you're disappointed that I didn't write to him?"
"It's right that I don't write it. Principal Fu of X University has the most upright and stubborn disposition, and has the worst backdoor behavior in his life. People with real talents and practical learning will naturally not miss Principal Fu."
"You told Wu Yong that he should prepare well and work hard."
When Prophet Hu heard the words, he glanced at the teacher gratefully.
He quickly went to tell Wu Yong the news.
In March, the spring ploughing season, the spring breeze blew all over the earth, all things that had been silent for the winter gradually recovered, and there were thriving images everywhere.
The good news of Wu Yong also flew into this small village like wings.
He was hired by X University as a teaching assistant. When he left, many people went to see him off. Although he was not from Hezitun, he had lived in Hezitun for a long time, and had an inextricable relationship with this land.
His household registration was transferred from Hezitun to X University. Li Dehong, secretary of the party branch, got it personally. After finishing it, he solemnly told Wu Yong a few words in front of everyone.
Zhao Lanxiang also went, because human nature is to love to join in the fun. It is a very honorable thing to have a university teacher in this valley. At this time, Zhao Lanxiang also discovered that Wu Yong's household registration actually belonged to Hezitun. No wonder the villagers in the brigade all looked proud.
Of course, Zhao Lanxiang's household registration is also in Hezitun, because she is an educated youth who went to the countryside.
There are two ways for educated youth to go to the countryside. One of them is called queue jumping. As the name suggests, it is to join the brigade. The educated youth becomes an ordinary member of the commune, working with everyone and participating in the distribution of food at the end of the year.
Gu Gong originally had a household registration in City B, but because he was forced to reform and live in a cowshed, his household registration naturally fell here, as did Prophet Hu. But Wu Yong was not at fault in that accident, and he was born and raised in City B, and his household registration was also in Hezitun, which surprised Zhao Lanxiang.
He Songbai was so surprised to see the object, and thought she knew it before. He quietly moved away from the crowd, followed the subject and explained, "Before you came, Wu Gong had already come."
"It seems that because of the family composition, it was assigned to this side for renovation."
Zhao Lanxiang said with emotion: "Now that I have the opportunity to go to X University, it is also a good opportunity for him."
She couldn't help thinking of her grandmother who graduated from New York University, and sighed: "When will my grandma be like Wu Yong and have a chance to turn over. She must be more powerful than Wu Yong..."
He Songbai laughed when he heard the words.
He said, "Grandma doesn't care about such a false name. She is not willing to ask her to go!"
"She likes the food you cook by yourself. She teaches three times a day, and chats with the eldest sister. This kind of life is already very good!"
He Songbai said with a slight smile.
"The only thing she cares about now is the problem of the next generation of our old He family."
Zhao Lanxiang listened and listened, her cheeks couldn't help but get hot, and gradually got a bright steaming glow.
Who would have thought that He Songbai was thinking about his eldest sister. He paused and said, "The eldest sister has been married for a while, and grandma will soon get her wish."
As he said that, he frowned deeply and muttered: "Speaking of which, I have to make money quickly, or I will add another baby and I will be in a hurry to support it."
"Sanya, she didn't drink much milk when she was a child, and she couldn't afford to eat well. Now she is very weak and often gets sick."
Seeing that the more he talked, the more outrageous he was, Zhao Lanxiang hurriedly woke up the man who was immersed in his uncle's sweet dream.
"It's too early to think about the fact that there are no shadows. Besides... Big sister can make money now, maybe she has more savings than you!"
"You still owe a fart. Stock debt, there are a lot of holes here, there are a lot of holes, but you are worried!"
He Songbai couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
"People always think more about things that are hopeful."
"It takes all the energy to work in this way."
When he said these words, his bushy eyebrows were flying, and his face was radiant, young and vigorous.
His thumb slid slightly across her fair face, where the gorgeous peach blossom-like color had faded, how could he have the guts to speak cheekily about his child in front of her
The nephew's milk powder money needs to be saved, and his baby's rations must also be saved.
…
Busy days always passed quickly, and the pork agreement signed by He Songbai with the steel smelter and coal factory came into effect soon.
He slaughtered pigs every day at twelve o'clock in the morning. After the slaughter, Li Zhong asked his men to ride a bicycle to transport the pork into the city.
The pig farm, which has worked so hard to support it for so long, has finally ushered in its first profit. After discussing with Li Zhong, he decided to use the money to expand the pig farm, buy more feed, and hire a few more people.
Spend a little here, spend a little there, and when the two of them split the money, Li Zhong was dumbfounded.
He was dumbfoundingly holding a pile of great unity, the thin layer was too little, but the newly earned money still made his heart warm.
He said ruthlessly: "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard!"
He Songbai didn't dislike him so much, and he silently took his share of dividends into his arms. I just feel that it is already a lot, and it is just starting to make money now, and the sweetness will be more lasting and longer in the future!
He lighted the five hundred dollars in his arms, and his heart was full of joy, and the man's young face brought a little radiance.
"Let's go first, you give the rest of the money to Tie Zhu, and the feed side also has to pay a deposit."
He whizzed away from the pig farm on a bicycle.
When he got home, it was already gray and bright, humming out of tune, chopping wood, doing laundry, and cooking.
Bang, bang, bang, the sound of the wood being broken through rippled in the small courtyard.
He Songbai wiped his sweat while he was chopping firewood. He turned around and saw his brother-in-law standing opposite him.
I saw Li Dali throw off the crutches and limped over. Although the speed was slow, the pace was steady and steady.
He Songbai's eyes immediately froze, and he said happily after a while, "You, can you walk?"
Li Dali nodded.
"It's windy today, and my bones are a little itchy. When I got off the ground, I found that I could go."
As he said that, he took the axe from He Songbai's hand and started chopping wood. Li Dali, who had been lying on the bed for more than half a year, although not as heroic as before, he could easily and neatly chop with an axe, but he slowly worked hard and chopped the firewood neatly.
He Songbai watched it silently, and he said, "You should walk around at home and practice more these days."
"But don't be too hasty, it's good to be able to walk and work."
Li Dali's lips wriggled, looking at the increasingly strong and tall young man in front of him, he said sincerely:
"thanks."
The burden of the future will be shared by him.
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Li Dali: Next is the home of my brother-in-law
brother-in-law, go cool
Brother Bo smiled naively: handed the axe, handed the acacia, handed the broom, the dishwashing loofah, the needle and thread, the hoe, the dustpan, the rake... The butcher's knife
Pingshengjun: hoes, dustpans, etc. are all right, but pig-killing knives... what the hell is this
Brother Bo: Liar to get on the boat :)