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Just in time, He Songbai heard the sound of heavy footsteps around him.
He raised his eyes and looked ahead. A graceful figure came into view. The woman carried the heavy luggage and walked to the He family's old house with heavy steps. After she put the luggage on the ground, she lifted her sleeve to wipe her forehead.
Sparkling and translucent beads of sweat trickled down her skin, and her black hair stuck to the side of her face.
Her almond-shaped eyes revealed her fatigue.
He Songye shook the bell on his waist.
He waved at his brother in the field.
He Songbai put down the manure in his hand and went to the well to wash his hands in silence.
He walked in front of the uninvited guest.
His eldest sister gestured to him and said, "Help, take the luggage."
He Song Bai wrinkled his thick eyebrows, his pitch-black and vicious eyes slightly darkened.
He Songye saw the vigilance in his eldest brother's eyes and said, "Let her, stay here."
"She,
No, has a place to live. "
He Songbai's rough fingers pressed on the woman's shoulder.
He pushed her back slightly and used his tall body to block the door. He said lazily, "What are you trying to do?"
As he spoke, he used one hand to push He Songye into the house.
Zhao Lanxiang watched as the old man slammed the door shut.
He Songye was locked in the house. No matter how much He Songye knocked on the door, he was indifferent.
His thick eyebrows revealed undisguised indifference and vigilance.
His slightly hoarse voice revealed a hint of indecency.
"Do you know who I am?"
After saying that, the man wantonly looked at the woman's chest.
It wasn't until he made her blush that he finally averted his gaze.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't expect that her modest and serious husband would have such a roguish side.
Her heart actually pounded a few times.
This "poor and down and out" old man, when he was lazy, had a bit of a gangster's aura that was popular in the 1990s. His sharp and deep eyebrows and unruly face looked so fierce that he could jump up and hit people at any time.
Unfortunately … his consciousness was twenty years ahead. At that time, he was sought after by tens of thousands of people. Now, he was a loafer who was pointed at and scolded by people.
Today, the man was wearing rags that had been washed until they were white, and his eyes were casual. Zhao Lanxiang, who had shared a bed with him for twenty years, knew that her man was a wolf cub. His tone sounded casual, but in his heart, he might have suspected that she had coaxed his honest elder sister.
Zhao Lanxiang took out three yuan and met his lazy and indifferent gaze.... "This is rent, I'm not living here for free."
"The collective dormitory for the educated youths has collapsed. Your family has a small population and a big place. I love living here. . I'll move out. after the new dormitory building at the end of the year. "
No matter how immature he was compared to a few decades later, she firmly believed that he was still a smart man. At present, the family was too poor. If the house that had been empty for many years could be exchanged for a small amount of rent, it would be reasonable for them to refuse. What's more … she didn't look like a restless person.
At this time, He Songye knocked on the door a few times and anxiously yelled. He even kicked the door angrily because he was locked in the room.
For the sake of his elder sister and seeing that this woman was weak and harmless, He Songbai temporarily gave in.
He took the stack of money from the woman's hand and casually stuffed it into his pocket without looking. He warned, "I'll say the ugly words first. Don't cause trouble. If you cause trouble, pack up your bag and get out. "
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and kicked the bag with her foot. "Thank you for your hard work, labor."
Zhao Lanxiang wouldn't be polite to him for the time being. After all, he was a stranger who had paid the rent. If he was too polite, he would be suspected of having bad motives. He Songbai had been used to the cold eyes of the entire brigade since he was young. When he suddenly met a stranger who was unreasonably enthusiastic, he would either suspect that she was stupid or had bad motives.
Zhao Lanxiang learned a lesson from the cold treatment in the cornfield last time.
He Songbai didn't like to owe people. He probably helped her last time because of those candies. He thought that once he paid off the debt, he would simply leave. If he ate a few more of her buns, he wouldn't be able to pay off the debt.
He Songbai was rich and overbearing when he thought of this a few decades later. He would spare no effort to repay the people who helped him. If there was money, he would give money. If there was effort, he would give effort. If he owed a penny, he would pay back three cents. Therefore, he was the "God of Wealth" for many people. People around him were willing to make friends with him. Favors came from all directions, and his business was thriving.
He Songbai put away his hooligan appearance. He silently bent down to pick up the scattered luggage on the ground and carried it into the house.
He Songye was released. She raised her hand into a fist and hit him twice on the head. Her face was full of anger. She was very dissatisfied with his behavior just now. It was as if she was defending her position as the head of the family. He Songbai didn't resist. He bowed his head and let her hit him.
He Songye smiled guiltily at Zhao Lanxiang and gestured. "He has a bad temper."
"He's not a bad person. Don't worry."
"You, sit down. He, tidies up."
Zhao Lanxiang really did as she was told. She found a small stool and sat down. She supported her chin with both hands and watched the old man tidy up inside and out with relish. The old man made a simple bed with a few planks. The joints were joined with mortise and tenon grooves. He didn't use a single nail during the whole process. His movements were very skillful. Sawdust flew from the place where the sickle saw fell. Finally, he blew a few times, and the sawdust on the bed board was blown down. He touched the bed board with his rough thumb and plucked out all the thorns that were sticking out.
His sharp and deep eyebrows were upside-down. He often showed a fierce look when he was expressionless. However, he was serious and meticulous when he was fiddling with the carpentry. Zhao Lanxiang was fascinated by it. Her eyes inadvertently showed tenderness.
At this moment, she really wanted to hug the thin man and pick off all the dust on his head. But … she knew clearly that she couldn't do this. The old man was a very vigilant person.
He Songbai raised his head. Zhao Lanxiang's eyes had already changed into normal emotions. She touched the bed with her thumb and asked with slight disgust.
"Can this sleep?"
He Songye smiled and gestured to explain. "He, has been a carpenter. Craftsmanship, OK. "
"Bed, steady, sleep."
Zhao Lanxiang handed the last meat bun that was still warm in her pocket to He Songbai, who was sweating profusely. He Songbai didn't take it. He wiped his sweat with a broken towel and ran to the well outside to wash his face.
Zhao Lanxiang pushed the bun into He Songye's hand. "Give it to him. There's only one left. I'm full."
She touched her stomach. Just now, she and Sister He ate nine buns by the ridge of the field. Both of them were full now.
He Songye was the one who was truly stuffed. On the way back, her stomach was stuffed to the point of discomfort. Her stomach, which had not seen oil for a long time, became weak. She had only walked a few steps when she vomited. He Songye was both distressed and pitiful. She was extremely upset. She squatted in the grass and stared at the filth for a long time. In the end, she couldn't bear to part with it. She scooped it up with a dustpan and fed it to the chickens.
In the end, He Songbai didn't even want to look at the bun. He Songye lovingly placed it in a pot to warm it for his sister.
The siblings worked hard for a long time before they worked together to tidy up the city guest's house until it was spotless. Zhao Lanxiang touched the new quilt on the bed and took out the silk quilt that Father Zhao and Mother Zhao had asked someone to sew for her. She carried the quilt and returned it to He Songye.
He Songye glanced at the city girl's quilt. It was soft and smooth. It was warm in the winter and cool in the summer and gentle in the winter. He Songye indeed didn't need her new quilt. He put his quilt back into the box. In He Songbai's eyes, this action had a different meaning.
He chewed the croissant in his mouth and spat out the residue in his mouth. His eyes were dark and gloomy.
He Songye rang the bell a few times. He Songbai turned and went into the woodshed. He put in a few pieces of sweet potatoes and some brown rice to boil a pot of water. He Songye saw his brother cook sweet potato porridge. He scooped spoonful after spoonful. The water was clear like waves. She shook her head and added in a few handfuls of rice.
He Songbai lifted his eyelids and squatted down to light the fire indifferently.
He Songye knocked his head with the bell and glared at him.
He Songbai said lightly, "That's enough. What will we eat next month if we put in so much rice?"
Although he said that, when he scooped rice, he filled a bowl of rice for his grandmother and half a rice and a sweet potato for the city guest. In the end, there was a pile of yellow sweet potatoes left for the three of them.
She looked at Zhao Zhiqing's eyes. For the first time, she didn't know how to explain. However, the satisfaction that the food gave her made her feel like she would die with no regrets.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at Sister He's empty bowl with a smile. She was very satisfied.
From a certain point of view, Sister He and Ling Tianyi were both her benefactors. When she was hurt physically and mentally by Jiang Jianjun, she decisively proposed a divorce and exposed the scandal of his infidelity to his superiors. Divorce was tantamount to a scandal for Jiang Jianjun's booming career. How could he let her go so easily?
At that time, Zhao Lanxiang was like a stray dog. She was in a panic all day long. In the end, it was the He siblings who helped her out and taught the scumbag a lesson.
Zhao Lanxiang pursed her lips and said with a smile, "Granny hasn't eaten yet. Sister, quickly scoop a bowl for her to eat."
As she said that, she pushed the bowl of rice in front of her forward. The meat in the bowl was carefully selected by Zhao Lanxiang. They were stewed in the pot for a while. The stewed meat was soft and tender. It had a soft and smooth texture. It was suitable for old people with bad teeth to eat.
Sister He nodded gratefully, took the bowl and walked into the room. She was really mesmerized by that meal. She even forgot that her grandmother hadn't eaten yet. Zhao Zhiqing's cooking was really strange. It made people infatuated!
…
The next day, Zhao Lanxiang packed the cold duck meat in a jar early in the morning. She sealed it tightly and put it in her schoolbag.
It was the weekend, so she didn't have to go to Li Dali to ask for leave. It was also the first day of the month. It was a once-in-a-lifetime good day. There would be a lot more people in Qinghe County than usual. If Zhao Lanxiang didn't go to the county to do business, she would feel sorry for the jar of delicious meat she made.
After Zhao Lanxiang finished packing, she went to the brigade leader's house first. Li Dali opened the door and saw Comrade Zhao. He felt a headache coming on. He frowned and asked, "Here to ask for leave again?"
Zhao Lanxiang shook her head. "It's the weekend. I'm here to look for Tang Qing."
She planned to borrow a bicycle from Tang Qing. Tang Qing was the only person in the village who owned a bicycle. As the man who owned the first Type 28 bicycle in the village, he always received a lot of envious looks every time he rode the bicycle down the road.
After Zhao Lanxiang explained the purpose of her visit to Tang Qing, Tang Qing nodded and readily lent her the bicycle.
Although Tang Qing wasn't from her hometown, he was from the neighboring city.
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