"Oh," the old woman said faintly,
She turned her head and continued to look at the window outside in a daze.
Zhao Lanxiang silently put the steamed pork trotters on the table,
Then, he quietly left the room.
After she left, the old woman turned her head and picked up the bowl to taste the pork trotters. The taste was too fragrant,
It filled the entire room,
It was difficult to ignore it.
The steamed meat was extremely smooth and soft,
The old woman with bad teeth could bite off half of it in one bite,
The wine-red pork trotters seemed to be smeared with a layer of high-quality enamel, and she bit off a mouthful,
Red and white from the outside to the inside, a circle of snowy fat wrapped around the dark lean meat,
Tender and moist, able to glow the hungriest desire in the bottom of one's heart. For someone whose stomach had not seen oil for a long time, it was like meeting water in the desert.
The old woman's face darkened as she sucked on the soft fat meat,
It was fragrant in one bite.
Hmph.
The Brouther Bo's golden lock plate was not too bad.
..
The grains in the field were ripe,
Everyone was rushing to harvest,
Zhao Lanxiang, the weak labor force, was assigned to the easy job of watching the grain-sunning field. The strong labor force in the village was harvesting the grain, threshing the grain, and spreading the field. The roar of the diesel tractor in the field resounded through the blue sky.
They were busy until the evening, and the hot sun tanned everyone's skin by a degree. Zhao Lanxiang brought light salt water from home to hydrate people. She deliberately put the light salt water in the cold well water, and it was especially cold to quench thirst.
Zhou Jiazhen also participated in the harvest with the men. From morning to night, she was exposed to the scorching sun all day,
Her dark blue shirt was soaked with salt,
Zhao Lanxiang was very impressed.
"Are you tired,
Why don't you come and watch the field with me tomorrow? "
Zhou Jiazhen's rosy tanned face had a faint smile, "I'm not tired. Labor can create value."
She wiped the sweat from her brow and said proudly, "I feel that 'this is how a man should live his life: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret the wasted years, nor be ashamed of his mediocrity.'"
Even Zhao Lanxiang, who had never watched "Steel", could not help but laugh. "You've really been completely immersed in Pavel's life."
Zhou Jiazhen said sincerely and gratefully, "It is a good book that can affect a person's life. In the past, I often lamented that my life was full of ups and downs, but now I only feel ashamed. There's a very good saying in the book. Let me share it with you. "
"'Steel is tempered in fire and rapid cooling. That's why it's hard and fearless. Our generation is also like this, tempered in struggle and terrible trials, learning not to yield before life. '"
"You can share this with He Laoer." Zhou Jiazhen's smile was mixed with a trace of guilt and relief.
Her view of He Songbai had changed because of labor, and it would end with labor. How could a man who could meticulously take care of the farm work and be patient as if he were protecting his own child be the legendary idle loafer? In the past, He Song Bai didn't gather with everyone to work. Instead, he worked hard alone in a remote area. This time, he was transferred back to the paddy fields. His performance fell into her eyes. He was as diligent and sincere as an old bull.
"His self-reflection was really good. I used to have a biased view of him …" Zhou Jiazhen sighed.
Zhao Lanxiang handed her a bowl of salt water and hurriedly interrupted Zhou Jiazhen, "Drink it quickly. Why do you keep mentioning him?"
And he kept mentioning him in front of her!
This made Zhao Lanxiang's heart hang high. Was it so obvious that one or two people could see it?
She had already tried her best to get along with him in private. When there were people around, she almost never spoke to him.
Zhou Jiazhen blushed and explained in a small voice, "Have you forgotten? I once said bad things about him in front of the He family. I even slandered him in front of you. I'm regretting it now."
Zhao Lanxiang only remembered when Zhou Jiazhen mentioned it.
At that time, after Zhou Jiazhen left, she found that He Songbai had been squatting in the field. Under the cover of the green pea sprouts on the fence, his deep eyes were dark.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "Don't worry. He will hear this. I'll help you pass on the message. Paul is a warrior made of iron, but you are a woman made of flesh and blood. Rest when you need to. Don't be too silly. "
Zhou Jiazhen nodded vigorously.
Zhao Lanxiang turned to bring water to Sister He.
When everyone finished work in the evening, Zhao Lanxiang began to watch over the grain fields. After being exposed to the sun, the grains stored in the warehouse would not easily go moldy. But at night, someone had to watch over the grain fields. The whole brigade's grain was exposed to the sun. If it rained in the middle of the night, they could inform everyone to grab the grain.
Zhao Lanxiang had slept enough during the day, so it was not a problem for her to watch over the grain fields until the second half of the night. After that, another person would come to take over her shift. This work was simply too easy for her.
As night fell, Zhao Lanxiang listened to the croaking of frogs in the fields and the constant chirping of cicadas. She lit an oil lamp and chewed on a piece of candy. She held a book in her hand and slowly flipped through the pages. It happened to be "How Steel Is Made".
Recently, Zhou Jiazhen had been so fond of reading it that he would quote a few sentences from it all day long. Zhao Lanxiang had to read it before she could continue.
The sky gradually darkened, and the dim light of the stars in the night sky became brighter. Zhao Lanxiang could see the sky full of stars as long as she looked up.
After a while, there was a rustling sound in the grass.
A figure quickly ran over. Zhao Lanxiang put down the book and widened her eyes in surprise.
"Shh — — don't shout."
The man's deep voice had an unconcealable hoarseness.
"Why are you here?" Zhao Lanxiang touched his face. She was very happy to see him at this moment.
He Songbai lowered his head and wiped his sweat with his sleeve. "I came after dinner."
"It's not safe for a girl to keep watch at night. I'll watch over you. You go back."
Zhao Lanxiang shook her head fiercely.
"You work so hard during the day, and you're still helping me keep watch at night. How can you! I won't leave — — hurry up and go back to sleep. There's more important work tomorrow! "
He Songbai responded to her with a dark face. His tightly pursed lips revealed a seriousness that could not be refused.
Zhao Lanxiang paused for a moment and seriously considered the possibility of persuading He Songbai to give up this idea.
Zero.
When he was stubborn, he was even scarier than her.
She said, "How about this … … I won't go back, and you won't go back either. You can sleep for a while inside. If there's anything, I'll call you, okay? "
He Songbai reluctantly accepted.
Zhao Lanxiang led him to a simple hut on the edge of the valley. She took out her summer quilt, pressed the man on the bed, and covered him with the quilt. Her brisk voice revealed a hint of mischief. "This is the first time I've spent the night with Brouther Bo."
He Songbai, who was forced to sleep by a woman on the bed, a trace of red appeared on his tanned face.
He coughed. "I'm going to sleep. If there's anything, you must call me."
Zhao Lanxiang simply agreed.
She watched as He Song Bai closed his eyes and began to sleep. She took the lantern and walked outside to the grain-sunning field, reading a book with relish.
The man in the room opened his eyes and listened carefully to every movement outside.
The dim light cast the woman's slender shadow on the window. The fire flickered faintly, and her shadow was also moving, rippling like the water in a well.
The thin summer quilt was light and cool, full of the faint gardenia fragrance on her body. He Songbai was tightly wrapped, giving him the illusion that he was tightly surrounded by a woman.
He Songbai stared at the woman's beautiful shadow on the window like this. He stared at the person who changed shifts in the second half of the night.
He Songbai became nervous. He got out of bed quietly and tiptoed carefully out of the room.
He didn't expect that the person who would be on duty in the second half of the night would be Gu Gong. He Songbai's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
Gu Gong was also very surprised to see He Songbai.
But when he saw the girl squatting at the door and reading, a trace of understanding flashed across his eyes.
The reason Gu Gong was called Gu Gong was not because his name was Gu Gong, but because he was the chief engineer of the terraced field construction. He was responsible for the design of ditches, blasting, and terraced road planning. It was said that he was an intellectual who was transferred from B City. He was not a local and could speak fluent Mandarin.
He Songbai was very surprised. He was silent for a moment and asked, "Why are you here?"
Gu Gong's wrinkled face couldn't even squeeze out a bitter smile. The smile lines at the corners of his eyebrows deepened. He only said one sentence. "Young man, go back to sleep."
There was a trace of doubt in Zhao Lanxiang's eyes. He Songbai patted her shoulder. "Let's go. I'll send you back."
Zhao Lanxiang was sleepy after keeping watch for half the night. She quickly washed her face, rubbed her eyes, and said goodnight to the man. Soon, she lay on the bed and fell asleep.
… …
On the grain field, the young man sat on the cement floor and chatted with the middle-aged man.
He Songbai rolled a grass cigarette and handed it over. "Smoke a few puffs. Otherwise, you won't have the energy to work during the day."
Gu Gong looked at the dark mountain range in the distance and sighed with emotion. "There are many hills here and little arable land. Building terraced fields can expand the arable land and increase the grain production. "
He Songbai yawned silently.
Gu Gong continued, "But here is a karst landscape. Although the underground water is abundant, there are also many mountain rocks and karst caves. The main composition is carbonate rock …"
He Songbai tried his best to chat with Gu Gong, but after sitting for a while, he soon became dizzy.
He Songbai took a deep puff of the cigarette. The cool smoke sank into his throat and stimulated him to wake up again. He said lightly, "If you can't do so much work, you can be lazy and take a nap."
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