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He Songbai heard heavy footsteps coming from around him. He raised his eyes and looked ahead. A graceful figure came into view. The woman was carrying heavy luggage,
She walked to the He family's old house with heavy steps. After she put the luggage on the ground,
She lifted her sleeve and wiped her forehead,
Sparkling beads of sweat dripped down her skin,
Her black hair stuck to her cheeks, and her almond-shaped eyes revealed her fatigue.
He Songye shook the bell on his waist,
He waved at his younger brother in the field.
He Songbai put down the manure in his hand,
He silently washed his hands by the well and walked to the uninvited guest.
His eldest sister gestured to him and said, "Help,
Take the luggage. "
He Songbai frowned,
His dark and fierce eyes darkened slightly.
He Songye saw the strong 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 and pushed her back slightly,
His tall body blocked the door as he lazily said, "What do you want?"
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 did not expect that her modest and serious husband actually had such a rogue side.
Her heart actually pounded a few times.
This "poor and dejected" old man, when he was lazy and undisciplined, still had the flavor of a gangster brother 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 eyes. She said fearlessly, "This is the rent. I'm not living here for free."
"The Educated Youths' dormitory has collapsed. there. Your family has a small population and a big place. I like living here. At the end of the year, after building a new dormitory. "
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 was reasonable for them to refuse. What's more... she didn't look like a restless person.
At this time, He Song Ye knocked on the door a few more times, anxiously yelling. 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 backed down.
He took the stack of money from the woman's hand and casually stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it. 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 after paying off the debt, he would simply leave. If he ate a few more steamed buns from her, 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 return 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 bad. 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. The wood chips were flying where the sickle saw fell. Finally, he blew a few times, and the wood chips on the bed board were blown down. He touched the bed board with his rough thumb and pulled out all the thorns that were sticking out of the bed.
His sharp and deep eyebrows were upturned. 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 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 ragged towel and ran to the well outside to wash his face.
Zhao Lanxiang pushed the bun to 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. Now both of them were full.
He Songye was the one who was really 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 ball of filth for a long time. In the end, she couldn't bear to part with it and used a dustpan to feed it to the chickens.
In the end, He Songbai didn't even bother 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 while 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 people sew for her from her luggage. She carried the quilt and returned it to He Songye.
He Songye glanced at the city girl's quilt and touched it. It was soft and smooth. It was warm in the winter and cool in the summer, but gentle in the summer. Her new quilt was indeed unnecessary. He Songye put his quilt back into the box. He Songbai saw this action, but it had a different meaning.
He chewed on 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 firewood shed. He put in a few 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 used the bell to knock his head and glared at him.
He Songbai said lightly, "That's enough. What will we eat next month with so much rice?"
Although he said that, when he scooped the rice, he filled a bowl of rice for his grandmother and half a bowl of sweet potato rice for the city girl. In the end, there was a pile of yellow sweet potatoes left for the three siblings.
From a certain point of view, the elder sister of the He family and the old man were her benefactors. When she was hurt physically and mentally by Jiang Jianjun, she decisively asked for a divorce and exposed the scandal of his infidelity to his superior. 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 constant state of panic. 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. Elder 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. She specially stewed it in the pot for a while. It was stewed until it was soft and mushy. It had a soft and slippery feeling that it would break with a bite. It was suitable for the elderly with bad teeth to eat.
Sister He nodded gratefully and walked into the inner room with the bowl. She was really mesmerized by that meal. She even forgot that her grandmother hadn't eaten dinner yet. Zhao Zhiqing's cooking was really strange and could make people fall head over heels for her!
...
The next day, Zhao Lanxiang packed cold duck meat in a jar early in the morning. She sealed it tightly and put it in her schoolbag.
Today 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 year. 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 delicious meat she made.
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