During the break, Wei Jianwei and Lao Wang went to the market to buy a big vat, borrowed a small cart from nowhere, and pushed the cart back with cabbage.
He Xiaoyun had never seen this kind of battle, looked at the pile of cabbage like a hill, and said in surprise: "There are so many, how can I finish it?"
Xu Lanxiang laughed, "That's where it is. You have a small family, and those are almost enough. We have a large family, so we have to buy more. It will last for a winter."
He Xiaoyun was an eye-opener. Hearing Xu Lanxiang talk about the method of pickling pickles, it is quite similar to their pickling pickles, except that more salt is used for pickling pickles, and less salt is used for making pickles, and water must be poured in. Let it ferment.
Spread all the cabbage with coarse salt, and put it tightly in a large tank. After a day or two, wait for the water to come out, then pour in an appropriate amount of water, and press a big stone. After about a month, wait for the cabbage to emit a strong sour smell. It's ready to eat.
Xu Lanxiang counted the dishes that could be cooked at that time, stewed vermicelli with sauerkraut, stewed meat with sauerkraut, fish head with sauerkraut... He Xiaoyun's saliva was flooding.
The day after the sauerkraut was pickled, they received a letter from home and a large bag of persimmon cakes.
When He Xiaoyun and Wei Yuanhang left home, the persimmon tree in the backyard was just about to mature, and the two of them didn't eat it. After the persimmon was picked, Wang Chunhua specially set aside a share for the three of them, and sent it as dried persimmons.
The three sat around the fire, eating persimmons and reading the letter.
Wei Yuanhang huddled next to He Xiaoyun and kept asking, "What did grandma say? Did grandma miss me?"
"I think about it, grandma said that she misses you very much." He Xiaoyun dealt with him casually.
"I miss grandma too," said the child, and asked again, "Does grandpa miss me? Where's uncle?"
He Xiaoyun could only say: "I miss you, everyone in the family misses you, even my little sister misses you."
Only then was Wei Yuanhang satisfied, and ran to the next door to play.
The letter said that the family wanted to ask Wei Jianhua to enter the factory through a relationship, and they had already inquired about all the connections, but who knew that the boy would not do it himself, and Wang Chunhua was so angry that he chased him with a broom.
"Jianhua's temperament is really not suitable for going to the factory." He Xiaoyun told Wei Jianwei.
He is so evasive, and his thinking is so lively. If he is required to spend all day on the assembly line, repeating the same labor day after day, and being stereotyped like this for the rest of his life, how can he be willing
He Xiaoyun knows that in a place like Qingshuihe, going to a factory is the best way out. They eat public meals and serve iron rice bowls. The wind and rain are out of the way. Isn't it much more comfortable than planing food in the field? This is what many people think now.
But she agrees clearly that in a few years, a brand new era will come. At that time, many smart people like Wei Jianhua will be able to ride the wind like a fish in water.
Wei Jianwei also agreed with her and nodded.
He Xiaoyun took a bite of the persimmon and continued to look down.
Wang Chunhua heard that it was very cold here, so she asked if she wanted to send some more clothes.
"I've seen it. We have enough clothes to wear. We just need to knit two more woolen trousers. But at home, there are so many people, and the cloth floats we get every year are not enough to make a whole suit of clothes. I looked at the two tickets in the drawer. There are still many cotton coats for me and Hang Hang, and I will send them home when the time comes?"
She raised her head to ask Wei Jianwei, just in time to see him stealing a mouthful of persimmon from her hand, there was more than half of it, but after being bitten by him, only one stalk remained.
He Xiaoyun looked at the bare stem in her hand, and then at Wei Jianwei's puffed cheeks, she couldn't believe that this person did such a naive thing.
He also chewed as if nothing had happened and said, "You can make the decision."
"You big-headed ghost," He Xiaoyun threw the persimmon stalks on her body, and slapped the letter paper in his hand, "You read it."
She took another persimmon and ate it herself.
After reading the letter, He Xiaoyun wrapped five or six persimmons in paper and sent them to the next door.
Xu Lanxiang was knitting a sweater, saw what He Xiaoyun brought, and asked, "Where did you get it?"
"I just received a letter from home and sent it together. Sister-in-law, try it, it's grown by myself."
"Then I won't be polite," Xu Lanxiang told her to sit down with a smile, picked one up and took a bite, then nodded, "Sweet and delicious. I heard from Lao Wang that when you didn't come, you gave Lao Wei I also sent a lot of things, such as dried peaches and hawthorns, you have grown so many at home?"
"How can it be?" He Xiaoyun smiled, "It's wild on the mountain."
"So it's because you're hardworking. There are bugs and snakes everywhere on the mountain. It's tiring and scary. The hard-working things are still for others to eat. If it were me, I wouldn't do it. I don't know what old Wei Xiu is. Blessing, you are worthy of being so kind to him."
"You will tease me all day." He Xiaoyun now has some defenses against these words, and counterattacks, "If Lao Wang wants to eat, don't talk about going up the mountain, maybe you will go to the sea."
"Hey, your mouth has become sharper," Xu Lanxiang pretended to be surprised, "Or did you eat too much of Old Wei's saliva, and you became as powerful as him?"
When He Xiaoyun heard it for the first time, she didn't have any reaction, because she just heard the words in her ears, and after she went through them in her mind, she realized that Xu Lanxiang had said some nasty things.
She wasn't thick-skinned enough, she couldn't hold back for a while, and said with a blushing face: "Who eats his saliva, you only eat Lao Wang's saliva."
Xu Lanxiang smiled calmly: "Eat it, eat it, old couple, I don't dislike him."
He Xiaoyun was no match at all, fearing that she would lose too badly, so she slipped home after saying a few more words.
Wei Jianwei wrote a reply under the lamp, and when she came back, he took the written letter to her to see if there was anything to add.
When the letter paper was handed over, he even pinched her finger.
He Xiaoyun glanced at him and said nothing. There have been more and more physical contacts like this recently, and she feels like a frog in warm water, and she has gradually gotten used to his touch.
After reading the letter, she said, "Let's do this for now, and I'll see what the little fat man has to say later, and then add it."
She put the letter on the table and turned to walk away, but Wei Jianwei grabbed her hand.
He Xiaoyun turned her head, "What's wrong?"
The other party held her hand and said, "It's still so cold."
"It's natural, you think it's enough to cover it."
Wei Jianwei opened a drawer of the table, and like a magic trick, he took out a pair of black leather gloves and put them on her hands.
The gloves are women's style, they are tailored very well, showing off the slender and slender fingers, and there is a circle of black fur at the cuffs, which looks fashionable and gorgeous.
He Xiaoyun was a little surprised. This kind of gloves were very common in her time, but now they are rare. The ones she saw in the store were all clumsy and clumsy styles, and she had never seen anything like this before.
"Where did you buy it?" she asked.
Wei Jianwei didn't answer, but said, "Is it warm?"
Warmth is warm, but He Xiaoyun felt that her heart seemed to be warmer.
She nodded, and couldn't help saying, "Don't buy it in the future, it's so expensive."
"It's not expensive." Wei Jianwei exerted a little force on his hand, and He Xiaoyun's hand was held by him, and his body couldn't help taking two steps forward along with this force, and fell into his embrace.
Once his arm was around her waist again, she sat on his lap. Then he took out two books, one that He Xiaoyun often reads, and one that he owns, and started to read books in this posture.
He Xiaoyun stared blankly at her current situation.
He asked her to sit on his lap to warm her hands that day, but she didn't agree, so is he going to make it up now
Just received his gift, the so-called soft hand and short mouth, she was a bit uncomfortable to refuse at the moment, so she had to sit awkwardly on her lap for a while, and then saw that the time was almost up, and then called Wei Yuanhang to come back to sleep Get away.
The child went crazy playing next door. In such a cold day, his forehead was a little sweaty. When he was brought back by He Xiaoyun, he still couldn't get enough of it. "Mom, can I sleep at Rongrong's house tomorrow?"
He Xiaoyun's footsteps stopped, her heart jumped vigorously, and she glanced at Wei Jianwei, seeing that he didn't pay attention to the movement here, she was a little relieved, but her mind still couldn't stop.
If the child went to sleep next door, wouldn't it be just the two of them in the room? Looking at Wei Jianwei's recent behavior, she felt that if they were lying on the same bed without Wei Yuanhang in between, something must have happened.
The relationship between the two is up to now, not to say that He Xiaoyun is so repulsive to go further, but she is just guilty, guilty and afraid.
As a former single dog who has recently left the single psychologically, she just has no confidence.
"Mom, mom, is it okay?" Wei Yuanhang was still waiting for her answer.
He Xiaoyun didn't have the courage to agree to him, so she could only say vaguely: "Let's talk about it, go to bed now."
After chasing Wei Yuanhang to bed, He Xiaoyun also lay down on the bed herself. She is not going to read any more books tonight.
The child was still talking, and He Xiaoyun dealt with him one after another. Not long after, Wei Jianwei also put away his books and came over to get ready for bed.
"Wow, Mom and Dad are sleeping with me!" In the past, Wei Yuanhang went to bed alone first, but tonight seeing Mom and Dad came, he felt very novel, and he didn't want to go to sleep until late.
Without his voice, the room suddenly fell silent. The two adults lay one on the inside and the other on the outside, with their eyes still open.
The air seemed to be silently filled with ambiguity, and He Xiaoyun subconsciously breathed lightly, feeling her heartbeat speeding up for no reason.
After a moment of silence, Wei Jianwei moved, turned sideways, and stretched out a hand from under the quilt.
His original intention was probably to hold He Xiaoyun's hand, but the hand itself doesn't have eyes, and he can't tell where it is.
"..."
"Snapped-"
All ambiguity is gone.
He Xiaoyun slapped that hand away in embarrassment, turned over and pulled the quilt, only to give him the back of the head.
Wei Jianwei retracted his hand silently, the back of his hand hurt a little from being slapped, but the palm... seemed to still have a soft touch.
Mmm... so soft.