Four women were like a drama,
When they saw Party Secretary Li, they started to cry endlessly about being poor and pitiful.
They accused,
"Party Secretary, there's a backward who's united with bad elements! Quickly let her reflect. "
"You even scared people to report to the police!"
Party Secretary Li's face was fierce, and he said in a bad tone, "Your men are very honorable to fight in front of the construction team!"
"Immediately go back and reflect for three days. If you don't realize your mistakes, don't come back to work,
The project would rather be slower than troublemakers like you! "
When the four women heard this, it was as if they were facing a great enemy,
Although digging ditches was very tiring,
But the centimeters were not small,
After working hard for a day, ten centimeters were smoothly obtained. How could there be such a cheap thing?
When they heard this, they wiped their tears in surprise,
The Party Secretary actually stood on Old Second He's side. They were resentful and angry in their hearts.
"My man was beaten up,
He's lying in bed and can't work. If I lose this job, how can this family live … "
At this time, Li Dali also heard the news and came over. He said with a dark face, "What are you doing?"
"Still crying,
How old are you? Is it appropriate? "
Li Dali's serious voice revealed anger,
The four women wiped their tears again,
They didn't dare to cry out loud. They just shed tears aggrievedly at the side.
Li Dali said again, "Fighting and acting like hooligans is not a good atmosphere! This time, your men are wrong, and Old Second He is also wrong. Both sides have to reflect. Remember the lesson well and try to correct it. When the Party Secretary thinks that you have turned over a new leaf, you can come back to work. "
He glanced at the women. "Don't harbor resentment in your heart,
Resentment is even more unacceptable! Make Comrade Zhao report to the police to arrest you,
Be your production team leader,
I won't have any face. "
After this beating and education, the four women left obediently. They didn't dare to harbor any resentment in their hearts.
The captain said that it was their men who caused the trouble, so they caused the trouble. His words were iron.
..
Li Dali came over and said a few words. In an instant, he managed to tame them. Zhao Lanxiang, who was watching from the side, was convinced.
She smiled and said, "Thank you, Captain."
Li Dali responded in a low voice. "You're such a young girl, but you're quite fierce when you throw a tantrum."
He paused for a moment and continued, "It's fine to sue the police, but the impact of this gang fight is very serious. They even fought at the construction site and lost their face in Hezi Village. Later, the brigade will hold a self-criticism meeting. Old Second He and these people will all go up and say a few words. You don't have any objections, right? "
Although Li Dali buried himself in work all day long, he still had some respect for cultured people in his heart. It was rare for him to take care of educated youths. Because he was uncultured, the leader of the brigade next door was cultured. He knew how to use technology to guide the members to grow food scientifically, so that they could have a bumper harvest every year. He was extremely envious. He knew that he had suffered a loss due to his lack of education, so he went to the educated youth for help. Although those educated youths were not good at farming, they were rare enthusiasts. Back and forth, Li Dali used their knowledge to "equip" his first production team.
Zhao Lanxiang was of course unhappy, but in the current situation where both sides were hit with ten boards, Li Dali was already the most "tolerant" concession. She said to Li Dali, "If the person who hit them is willing to apologize, I'll let it go."
Li Dali agreed without thinking. "Deal."
After he finished speaking, he left with Li Hongde.
Zhao Lanxiang went to He Songbai's room to see what was wrong with him.
Sister He knocked his head hard and scolded her brother.
"Fight, fight again."
"Who asked you to fight?"
"You're disobedient. Granny, I'm so sad. "
Yesterday, He Sanya cried and went to look for her. When he couldn't find her, he cried and came back to look for Zhao Lanxiang. That attitude shocked even the elderly grandmother. Sister He didn't dare to let her brother see the granny. How sad would the granny be if she saw him limping?
In fact, Sister He didn't know why her brother fought with others. She only thought that he had learned bad things again.
He Songbai didn't dodge or refute. He hissed and let Sister He hit him.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't bear to watch from outside the window. She wanted to stop Sister He from hitting his head. But she saw that although Sister He hit his head hard, she still had a sense of propriety. She pursed her lips and didn't move.
After Sister He finished scolding her brother and left, Zhao Lanxiang tiptoed into He Songbai's room.
She said, "Did you fall on the ground just now?"
He Songbai hissed and pursed his lips. "How can I not fall when I'm tied up with these things?"
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the man carefully. She couldn't help but laugh. He was thin to begin with. With the addition of these boards, he looked even more like a bony wooden man. When he stood up, he looked like a compass.
Amused, she said hatefully, "Your Big Sister is right. You can't fight anymore in the future. This time, the Brigade Leader has said that you have to go to the self-reflection meeting next week to deeply reflect on yourself. "
He Songbai faintly grunted in acknowledgment.
Zhao Lanxiang gently flicked his head with her thumb and asked, "Do you know how to write a self-reflection letter?"
She said, "Let me tell you, the momentum of the self-reflection letter has to overwhelm the enemy. It has to be positive. In terms of strategy, it has to be tactful and roundabout. So what if you're a landlord? Landlord is still a part of the group that can be united and reformed.
If you seriously reflect on yourself, the unreasonable behavior of the Pan family's group of people is against the collective spirit of harmony and friendship. It destroys production and hinders socialism. We have to work hard and raise our heads and chest up. If we don't dare to look down on ourselves, others won't dare to look down on us. "
Seeing how he lived a prosperous life for two years, who would dare to look down on the He family? After two years, the landlord's "hat" should be taken off …
Zhao Lanxiang blabbered on and on. He Song Bai suddenly pinched her cheeks, his voice soft and indifferent as he said:
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Zhao Lanxiang suddenly blushed. She blushed because she showed off her ax in front of Lu Ban.
How could she show off her shallow things in front of this future "business tycoon"?
She coughed softly and said, "In short … let the villagers understand that you have a sincere heart to get closer to the group. Don't let them misunderstand you too much."
Although He Songbai's appearance was calm, his heart was no longer calm.
Because the lava spewing out of his heart was burning hot.
The usual indifference in his eyes had completely melted into a pool of spring water. He felt as if a raging fire was burning his body and mind, making him feel light and strength.
This woman cared about him from the bottom of her heart! He Songbai had never felt the care of anyone other than his family!
He tried his best to control his voice so that it wouldn't tremble and sound so strange.
He asked, "Will you listen to it?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded vigorously. "Of course, the self-reflection won't be embarrassing. People will always make mistakes in their lives. It's impossible for everything to be perfect. "
Zhao Lanxiang could see that although many people despised the He family for being a landlord, at least Li Dali didn't have much prejudice against He Songbai. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come over to help him out just now. It was just a self-reflection, not a fight, so there was no need to worry.
In fact, Zhao Lanxiang was more afraid of He Songbai accidentally killing someone. Although the self-reflection was shameful, people who had experienced it would definitely be left with a deep sense of vigilance in their hearts, and they would think twice about everything in the future.
After talking about the self-reflection, she suddenly changed the topic and asked He Songbai, "Well … do you want to drink chicken soup tomorrow?"
Zhao Lanxiang thought of how he carefully sucked on the wonton wrapper in the hospital, saying that he had never eaten white flour and had no clothes to wear. She felt sad.
Before they were in a relationship, He Songbai was as cold and fierce as the leader of a gangster. He didn't even look at her after she cooked. Now that they were in a relationship, she could openly feed him more food. The old man was very good-looking. The media and magazines called him a scholar in the business world. The young and strengthened version in front of her was definitely not bad. A person with a good figure would definitely look good with some flesh.
He Songbai shook his head disinterestedly and reminded her fiercely, "Don't spend money on me. A man shouldn't spend a woman's money."
It was just a flesh wound. Why was she so nervous? His life was cheap and easy to take care of. It was a waste to drink chicken soup.
After he was done with the heat, he suddenly calmed down and found that this woman was actually squatting on his bed.
He Songbai's face darkened and he pointed. "There's a stool over there. Sit properly."
It was fine when he was not awake. Once he was awake, he looked around and his temples suddenly throbbed in pain.
He pointed at Zhao Lanxiang's neck and said, "And your clothes."
Zhao Lanxiang quickly looked down at her clothes and found that the corners of her clothes were slightly messy because she was lying on the bed. It was not exposed at all. It was buttoned up tightly, but He Songbai's face darkened.
He Songbai frowned bitterly. "You can go back. Sister will take care of me."
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and went out.
He Song Bai slowly and strenuously got up and walked over to lock the door.
Although he agreed to secretly be friends with Zhao Lanxiang, he did not treat himself as a partner in his heart. He knew that this woman would run away sooner or later. Since it was something that would not end well, he would do his best to protect her purity so that she could still be friends in the future.
Also … No, she had kissed him. He Songbai's head hurt even more when he thought about it.
…
The next day, Zhao Lanxiang and Zhou Jiazhen went to the county before dawn.
Zhou Jiazhen went to buy some construction powder, and Zhao Lanxiang went to buy a few catties of chicken.
There was already a long line in front of the store. Almost all of them were there for the white fatty meat and Fu Qiang powder. Zhao Lanxiang lined up to buy the chicken and took out three catties of meat coupons.
The salesperson at the store held a large knife. You had to buy whatever was chopped out. Unlucky customers might only buy scraps like the neck, head, and chicken wings. It was useless to complain about being unlucky. These days, the salesperson was God. In order to avoid this situation, Zhao Lanxiang directly let the salesperson weigh half of the chicken.
The salesperson chopped off the chicken and left the butt for Zhao Lanxiang. The neck and head were left on the chopping board.
"Thank you, thank you."
Zhao Lanxiang thanked him again and again. He gratefully carried the half of the chicken with the butt and left the long line. Although the butt was dirty, it was still a piece of fatty meat. Although Zhao Lanxiang did not understand, there were many people who liked to eat it.
Yes, He Songbai was one of them.
Zhou Jiazhen bought five catties of construction powder. She asked, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"
Zhao Lanxiang shook his head and said, "Let's go to the post office and see if there are any letters for me."
When Zhao Lanxiang went to the post office, she took out her proof of identity and received her letters. She found that the thick stack of letters would definitely include a receipt. When she was at the post office, she happened to meet Jiang Li. Jiang Li was bent over the table and quickly writing a letter.
She quickly finished writing, folded it, put a stamp on it, and threw it into the mailbox. She did not notice Zhao Lanxiang and Zhou Jiazhen. After she sent the letter, she hurriedly left the post office.
Zhao Lanxiang opened her package. Inside was malted milk powder from her mother and a crumpled letter. She read the letter back with great interest. The contents of the letter were nothing more than trivial family matters. For example, Little Huzi had gone to school, and Grandpa was scolding a bunch of children in the courtyard again. He was so full of himself that he had created a "boy company". During the weekends, Little Huzi was sent to Grandpa's "training" by his heartless parents every day before dawn. The content was short, but Zhao Lanxiang read it several times.
Zhou Jiazhen laughed and joked, "You're so happy just reading a letter."
Zhao Lanxiang folded the letter and put it in her pocket. Every time she received a letter, she was the happiest. However, in the face of the numerous receipts and money sent by her parents, Zhao Lanxiang always felt guilty about not accepting it.
She was already able to achieve financial independence, but it was difficult to say it out loud.
Zhao Lanxiang could almost imagine that if she told them the truth, her parents, who had been honest and kind for most of their lives, would be so scared by their daughter's "opportunistic" behavior that they would not be able to eat or sleep in peace.
Therefore, she made up her mind to hide this matter until 1978, until the happy "spring breeze" blew across the land.
Zhou Jiazhen said to Zhao Lanxiang emotionally, "When you stay here for a long time, you'll gradually realize that you're getting farther and farther away from home."
She lowered her head and looked a little disappointed.
Zhao Lanxiang pulled herself out of her thoughts of missing her parents and comforted her. "Do you want to go home?"
Zhou Jiazhen nodded. Her eyes were a little wet.
"Which child doesn't miss home after leaving home?"
Zhou Jiazhen sighed. "The first year I went to the countryside, I didn't know how many times I cried in my bed. At that time, I went to the countryside to earn enough to eat. Every Spring Festival was the happiest time for me to take the train home.
I thought, how good would it be if I could go home! Even if I had to go back to do the most difficult and tiring work, mining, mining, and being a coolie on the railway, I'm not afraid. I can bear any kind of pain and crime. If there's no place to take me in, I can live under the eaves and sleep on the floor. I'm just afraid … "
She choked as she spoke, and tears suddenly fell out.
"I'm just afraid that if they suddenly, get sick … and suffer, I won't be able to stay by their side and fulfill my filial piety. This is the saddest and most painful thing for a child. "
Zhou Jiazhen stopped using the ominous word "left."
She did not want to take root in Hezitun. No matter how beautiful the scenery was, how warm her friends were, and how serious her teachers were, a place without her parents … was not her home.
She did not want to start a family and take root in the mountains at all!
When Zhou Jiazhen excitedly and enthusiastically asked for a place to go to the countryside, she never thought that going home would become a top priority!
She missed home so much that tears streamed down her cheeks as she walked through the crowded streets.
Occasionally, one or two pedestrians would stop and look at her with sympathy. They could see the sadness in her eyes, and their faces would show encouragement and comfort before continuing to walk forward.
Who in this world hasn't felt so sad that they wanted to cry? It's just that some people's tears didn't flow out, and they flowed in their hearts.
Zhao Lanxiang was frightened by Zhou Jiazhen's tears. She was silent for a long time before she finally said, "If you believe me, I'll tell you that you'll definitely be able to go home in two years."
Zhou Jiazhen wiped her tears with her sleeve and said sadly, choking with sobs, "How can I believe you? Are you Huang Daxian?"
Zhao Lanxiang said, "Maybe I'm even more spiritual than Huang Daxian."
Zhao Lanxiang thought about it and felt very uneasy. When she passed by the bookstore, she bought a book for Zhou Jiazhen.
These days, there were a lot of banned books. They were not allowed to read this and that, so the types of books in the bookstore were very monotonous. Red Bao books were the best-selling books, and almost all the obvious places were filled. She looked around and wanted to buy Zhou Jiazhen a book called "Chicken Soup for the Soul".
In the end, she bought a book called "How Steel Is Made" and gave it to Zhou Jiazhen. This clumsy method made Zhou Jiazhen a little happier.
A few years ago, the old educated youth who went to the countryside easily had a mental breakdown after staying there for a long time. Zhao Lanxiang hadn't been an educated youth in the past, but she had heard about it. The newspaper even published news of an educated youth committing suicide.
Zhao Lanxiang looked into Zhou Jiazhen's eyes and said seriously, "Although the road is tortuous, the future is definitely bright. When a person has hope, he won't be beaten down … Keep reading and studying. "
Zhou Jiazhen said, "I really like your gift. Thank you."
"One day, I'll definitely give you a gift."
Zhao Lanxiang and Zhou Jiazhen returned to Hezitun together. Zhao Lanxiang brought her back to the He family.
She said, "Wait for me. I'll go make some chicken soup first."
Zhou Jiazhen didn't refute. She casually found a stool in the woodshed and sat down. She held the book in her hands and began to read it with great interest.
Zhao Lanxiang began to clean up the chicken. She washed the chicken, cut it into pieces, poured a few drops of yellow wine, and sliced ginger.
Chicken was actually a very solid food. Even if there was no need to add any seasoning, if one patiently stewed it, they could still make a pot of delicious fresh soup. Time and the fire at the bottom of the pot were enough to let every inch of the chicken's essence gradually seep into the soup. The golden oil spread out from the sides of the clay pot.
Wisps of steam rose up, and the cherry red wolfberries tumbled in the boiling water. The dried mushrooms gradually absorbed the freshness of the chicken and released their own sweetness. The several flavors harmoniously blended together in the pot. Zhao Lanxiang sat in front of the stove. Her white face reflected the light of the fire, and her eyes held a trace of anticipation.
She brought out a bowl for Zhou Jiazhen to drink. "I also made an extra bowl. Drink it."
Zhou Jiazhen didn't know what part of the book was, but she looked up with a trace of emotion in her eyes.
If it was any other time, Zhou Jiazhen definitely wouldn't be willing to casually eat other people's meat. Every time she finished eating, she would leave behind food or meat coupons. But this time, she couldn't bear to restrain herself. She wanted to indulge just this once.
She lowered her head and carefully sipped the chicken soup. The hot chicken soup was delicious. Every drop of the soup was so fresh that it moved people. The rich and mellow taste was like a mother's care. It made her feel the cool summer breeze by the window and also the warmth of home.
This chicken soup had the taste of home.
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