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After returning to Hezitun, Zhao Lanxiang went to return the bicycle first,
And invited Tang Qing to eat noodles at home. When she went to look for Tang Qing, he was playing the violin in his room. In addition, Zhao Lanxiang also accidentally ran into Jiang Li at the captain's house.
When Jiang Li saw Zhao Lanxiang,
She snorted deeply from the depths of her nose,
"What are you doing here?"
In Jiang Li's eyes, the image of Zhao Lanxiang's pestering brother had been deeply ingrained,
She was also used to Zhao Lanxiang's petty pleasing to her. When Zhao Lanxiang became a little cold, Jiang Li was more sensitive than anyone,
And immediately felt uncomfortable. Especially after she had such a miserable life,
On the other hand, Zhao Lanxiang's days were extremely comfortable.
She also asked for leave every two or three days,
If it was her, she would only be scolded by Li Dali. When it was Zhao Lanxiang's turn, it became a natural thing,
Li Dali never found fault with her and was kind to her. How could this make Jiang Li happy?
Jiang Li said angrily, "My brother wrote me a letter. Do you want to read it?"
Jiang Li just happened to come back from the village post office. She took out a white letter from the cloth bag,
She took it and waved it in front of Zhao Lanxiang.
Jiang Li knew what her brother wrote to Zhao Lanxiang. After Zhao Lanxiang read her brother's letter,
Wouldn't she unite with her from now on?
Last time, Jiang Li didn't eat Zhao Lanxiang's meat buns,
She was really angry. She wrote to her brother about being assigned to Hezitun with Zhao Lanxiang,
At the end of the letter, she wrote a lot of bad things about Zhao Lanxiang with embellishment.
As her brother, Jiang Jianjun was very surprised when he received this letter,
Soon after, he could understand.
Zhao Lanxiang might be taking a roundabout route,
She finally became smarter and knew to bypass him to please her sister directly.
Jiang Li was the darling of the whole family. Jiang Jianjun's uncles gave birth to six boys in one go. It was not until four years after his mother gave birth to him that she finally gave birth to a girl. The Jiang Family did their best to dote on their only child.
Jiang Jianjun knew in his heart that it was not so easy to please his sister.
Zhao Lanxiang's gaze fell on the envelope, and she replied with a disinterested "Oh."
She didn't need to read it to know that Jiang Jianjun's letter must be full of requests to take good care of Jiang Li. Jiang Li had never suffered since she was a child. If possible, she should help her more. Jiang Li was simple and impulsive. She could be easily deceived. She should keep an eye on her, and so on.
Of course … she wasn't Jiang Jianjun's wife yet. Jiang Jianjun's tone when he made these requests must be more subtle and tactful.
Zhao Lanxiang had no desire to read this kind of disgusting letter at all.
She said with a smile, "Oh … really? It's not convenient for an outsider to read your letter. I have something else to do … I won't disturb you. "
As she spoke, she walked to Tang Qing's room, knocked on his door, and shouted a few times.
Soon, the sound of the violin in the room stopped abruptly. He opened the door and saw Zhao Lanxiang. There was a touch of relaxation and joy on his young face. "Finished?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and said straightforwardly and generously, "I went to town to buy some noodles. There's no time like the present. Let me treat you."
She went to the county at least three times a month to do some speculative and bad things. It was definitely not safe to take a car. Wouldn't it be tiring to walk on the mountain road alone? The only way was to borrow Tang Qing's bicycle. In this way, she had to build a good relationship with Tang Qing. If Zhao Lanxiang borrowed a bicycle, it wouldn't be so awkward.
Tang Qing didn't refuse. He was very happy to hear that there was food. "Then I must thank Comrade Zhao! I'll change my clothes first. Please wait for a moment. "
He was wearing the white undershirt that he usually wore in the living room. His two arms were exposed to keep cool. Since he was invited by a female comrade to eat noodles, he definitely had to wear something formal.
Zhao Lanxiang waited patiently at the door. Her eyes moved from the wooden door to Jiang Li.
Jiang Li's pretty face was flushed with anger at this moment. She looked at Zhao Lanxiang with vigilance. "What are you doing here?"
Zhao Lanxiang was stung by her gaze. She suddenly thought of something. Jiang Li didn't necessarily come to the leader's house to look for him. She probably came to look for Tang Qing.
Combined with the strong hostility in Jiang Li's eyes, Zhao Lanxiang's guess was undoubtedly one hundred percent correct.
Tang Qing had a good temperament and was popular. His parents were both professors in the Central Academy of Fine Arts. He was also neat and handsome. In addition, he was friendly and helpful. It was estimated that there were many girls who liked him in private.
For a moment, Zhao Lanxiang's brows furrowed slightly.
Jiang Li's attitude also reminded her that she should keep a certain distance from Tang Qing. It was not appropriate to invite him to eat at her house alone.
So she said to Jiang Li, "I bought some noodles and invited Comrade Tang to eat noodles as a thank you. Do you want to join us?"
Jiang Li was happy. She immediately said the steamed buns that she had been thinking about. "I want to eat steamed buns."
Zhao Lanxiang politely refused. "It's too late to make steamed buns now. Let's eat noodles."
After she said that, the door of Tang Qing's room opened. He had changed into a dark blue shirt, which was loose and neat. Perhaps he was afraid that the female comrade would wait for him, so he wiped his face carelessly and came out with water droplets on the ends of his hair.
Tang Qing said, "Noodles are good. Comrade Zhao's noodles are delicious."
Since Tang Qing said that, Jiang Li couldn't say anything else. She felt shy and sweet. She didn't dare to look directly at Tang Qing. She lowered her head and said hesitantly, "Is that so? Then let's eat noodles. "
She probably hadn't even seen such a young girl before, right?
Zhao Lanxiang clenched her hands into fists and covered the corners of her mouth that she couldn't help but smile.
She walked in front with a huge schoolbag on her back and led the two of them to the He family's house. Jiang Li was very satisfied that Zhao Lanxiang tactfully avoided them, although she was too shy to speak when she walked beside Tang Qing.
As for Tang Qing... his mind was now full of that bowl of delicately made, fragrant noodles.
When Zhao Lanxiang returned to the He family's house, she found that Sister He was not at home.
Sister He was assigned the job of raising the large group of cows. The cows needed to be taken care of every day. At this time, Sister He should be in the cowshed cutting grass for the cows. Zhao Lanxiang looked around and found that He Songbai was chopping firewood in the yard. She put down her schoolbag and carried the noodles, meat, and candies she bought into the woodshed.
She casually glanced around. The ashes in the stove were completely cold, so she knew that He Songbai didn't have lunch. She took out the fuqiang powder, cracked an egg into the noodles, added water, and mixed the noodles. The noodles with eggs were more bouncy. Thirty minutes later, she took out the dough and used the rolling pin to roll it over and over again, kneading and throwing it. She rolled the noodles over and over again. The white noodles were unbelievably obedient in her hands. They were soft and tough.
She stir-fried the spicy pork belly with lard and added some cornstarch to fry the pork belly until it was crispy. Finally, she poured the pork belly into the cooked noodles. With a sizzling sound, the hot oil fell into the clear soup. It was so fragrant that it was tempting.
She scooped out four bowls of noodles, one for each person. Zhao Lanxiang knew that He Songbai probably didn't like to eat at the same table as strangers. She first took a bowl of noodles to his room, then went to her room and called Tang Qing and Jiang Li out to eat noodles.
Tang Qing and Jiang Li happily went to the woodshed to eat noodles, but Zhao Lanxiang walked to He Songbai.
The man was sweating profusely under the scorching sun. He chopped the thick firewood into thin firewood. This batch of firewood was thinner than the ones he had chopped before.
Zhao Lanxiang's heart was suddenly filled with sweetness when she saw it.
Zhao Lanxiang had an unavoidable worry recently. She was not used to cooking with the firewood stove in the countryside.
Because she needed to pay attention to the fire when cooking, she had to turn the fire down when the dishes were almost done. In the past, she only needed to turn the switch of the gas stove to lower the fire. Now, she had to take out the unburned firewood in the stove, making the woodshed dirty and smelly. He Songbai chopped the firewood into smaller pieces, so it was more convenient. She just needed to control the amount of firewood. When the fire was big, she would put more firewood, and when the fire was small, she would put less firewood.
She said with a smile, "I made a bowl of noodles and brought it to your room."
Thanks to Zhao Lanxiang's foresight, she didn't cut her hands on the corn leaves when she pulled the weeds with gloves, but she did the work very slowly. Zhao Lanxiang had never done any heavy work in her life. At noon, the scorching sun was high in the sky, but she still hadn't finished half of the field under her name. Her waist was so tired that it almost broke.
The others scattered in twos and threes, but Zhao Lanxiang was still squatting in the corn field pulling weeds.
She took off her mask, rolled up her long sleeves, and revealed her white and lustrous arms. Her sweat was dripping down, and her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body.
At this time, there was a slight sound of footsteps from the corn field. A man was carrying a carrying pole, and a bucket of water at the end and the end. The heavy weight made the carrying pole bend, but he steadily carried the water through the large corn field, and not a drop of water fell.
Zhao Lanxiang stopped fanning herself with her mask. It was He Songbai, that old man!
She quickly got out of the green corn field and shouted at He Songbai with a smile, "Comrade, wait a minute. I'm in trouble. Can you give me a hand?"
Her voice was crisp and sweet, like a lark in the mountains.
Unfortunately, the man seemed to turn a deaf ear. He quickened his pace and walked past her with the water until his shadow gradually shrank and disappeared. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the man dripping water along the way, and her almond-shaped eyes darkened. Was it necessary … He walked faster than he ran.
But she wasn't depressed. She put on her gloves again and squatted on the ground to pull weeds bit by bit.
After about ten minutes, there was a rustling sound in the corn field. Zhao Lanxiang curled her lips and maintained her squatting position on the ground. She secretly glanced at the figure behind her.
In the midst of the greenery, the dark figure was tall and thin, as thin as a bamboo pole.
The man didn't say a word after he got into the corn field. He silently bent down and pulled out the weeds with bare hands. His thick, dark brows didn't furrow as he took a breath and pulled out all the weeds around Zhao Lanxiang. Even the stubborn bushes with thorns were cleared away with three to five shovels.
After he finished clearing two acres, he took a breath and asked in a rough voice, "Which piece of land is yours?"
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