Zhao Lanxiang was a little surprised by the captain's serious tone.
Li Dali saw the doubt in the female educated youth's eyes and said vaguely, "That family doesn't have a good reputation. It's not a good place to stay. I'll help you arrange another family. "
Zhao Lanxiang didn't miss the disdain in Li Dali's tone. She knew that the old man's ancestors were landlords. Life was very difficult in the sixties and seventies, so he probably didn't have any status in the brigade. It was reasonable for this masculine and upright captain to look down on the He family.
She declined politely, "I don't want to trouble you —"
Li Dali interrupted her, "Except for this family, everything else in the brigade can be discussed. Otherwise, you won't recognize me as your captain. "
There was a stubborn sternness on his dark face. He probably scolded too many people, a bit like Zhao Lanxiang's grandfather. At that moment, Zhao Lanxiang felt like she was choking.
Li Dali didn't understand how this female educated youth was related to He Songbai.
Who was He Songbai? Wasn't that He Lao 'er?
His name was given by his great-grandfather, who was a landlord. On the day of his one-month birthday, he invited the whole village to a banquet that lasted for several days. They ate until their mouths were full of oil. Everyone's compliments were endless. They said that this child would definitely have great achievements, great prospects, and would definitely bring glory to their ancestors …
However, things didn't go as planned. The revolution came, and the He family's property was confiscated. He Lao 'er had never gone to school or read a day's worth of books. He idled around all day and didn't do proper work. He fought from the beginning of the village to the end of the village. He was a well-known troublemaker in the surrounding villages. He had an arrogant and ruthless spirit. During the period when there was a lot of fighting, the He family had suffered. One day, the He family was in trouble, and the next day, He Lao 'er smashed the troublemaker's head with a stone. His ruthlessness was frightening.
From then on, no one in the brigade dared to provoke He Songbai.
The most important thing was that He Lao 'er was arrested last year for committing a crime of being a hooligan and was reformed for a period of time. This was the main reason why Li Dali opposed Zhao Lanxiang.
Sending this soft-tempered and beautiful female educated youth to live in Mr. Liuzi's house, wasn't this sending a sheep to the tiger's den? She wouldn't even struggle if he swallowed her in one bite.
Li Dali made a gesture, "How about this … You pack your luggage tonight and stay in my house. I'll clean a room for you. "Li's family's family members.
He Songbai's family's't't's family's family's't.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "The He family is related to me. My parents will be more at ease if I live there."
She was eloquent, her voice as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate: "He Song Bai, 57 years old. He had an elder sister and a younger sister. His grandmother, Madam Li, had lived for 24 years and had one son and two daughters. My mother is Granny Li's cousin's daughter, which is He Lao 'er's' aunt. "
Zhao Lanxiang lied through her teeth with a straight face.
I'm sorry, mother. You got a nephew for no reason. I'll help you get an excellent son-in-law someday.
Li Dali suddenly felt a headache coming on. He wanted to see if she was lying from her face, but her eyes, which were as clear as a clear spring, were so bright that they could dazzle him. Now, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a clear smile in her eyes. It was as if she could see through people's minds.
Li Dali withdrew his scrutinizing gaze in embarrassment.
"That's, that's good."
Since she said she was his relative, Li Dali couldn't say anything more. He couldn't possibly criticize her relative's' mentality in front of others, right?
Thus, Zhao Lanxiang successfully tricked him into giving her a place to stay.
In the afternoon, the educated youths gathered to play cards and chat. Zhao Lanxiang took out a basket of unfinished meat buns from the woodshed and put them in a cloth bag. Three taels of oil was enough to make twenty buns and a bowl of noodle soup. She, Zhou Jiazhen, and a few other acquaintances only ate ten buns.
She carried the buns to the other side of Ox-Horn Mountain. She walked to the edge of the field and found a place to sit down. She opened the cloth bag with the buns.
The buns that had just been heated in the steamer emitted a tempting aroma. Soon, a pair of feet wearing straw sandals appeared in front of Zhao Lanxiang. She raised her head, and a drooling face appeared in front of her. She looked from afar, not daring to get close. She also didn't want to leave.
The woman was about twenty years old, but her face was full of wrinkles. Her knuckles were swollen because she was used to hard work.
She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. She just silently stared at Zhao Lanxiang eating the buns. Zhao Lanxiang finished a steamed bun in front of her. She tore open the white and tender skin of the steamed bun and bit into the tender and lean meat core. She swallowed the steamed bun with a happy and satisfied expression.
The envy in the woman's eyes deepened, but she only watched from afar. From time to time, she would take a look and then lower her head to cut her ox-grass. The large basket was as big as her. It was too heavy for her to bear on her thin shoulders.
Zhao Lanxiang's autumn water like almond eyes easily revealed a smile. She pushed the bun in front of the woman.
This was He Songbai's eldest sister, He Songye. Zhao Lanxiang didn't say anything. She just made a few hand gestures to her.
Come, let's eat together.
Meat buns, there are too many. I can't finish them all by myself.
When she made the hand gestures, her back was straight and the corners of her mouth were upturned to reveal a smile. Her posture was correct and bright.
After Zhao Lanxiang finished making the hand gestures, He Songzhi's face was full of undisguised surprise, but there was also a hint of hesitation.
Zhao Lanxiang continued, "I'm full."
"Buns, fragrant, delicious. Try them. "
He Songye had a high fever when she was young. It affected her auditory nerves and she couldn't hear anything. Gradually, she didn't know how to speak. Her parents passed away one after the other. She was the one who raised her younger siblings. It could be said that she was the person He Songbai respected the most.
Zhao Lanxiang and He Songye had been together for many years. Daily communication was no problem at all. After marriage, she discovered that her eldest sister-in-law, He Songye, was actually a foodie. Her life in the past was too hard. She almost didn't eat anything good. When she grew old, she especially liked to eat, especially meat buns.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said patiently, "Why don't you try it?"
She stuffed the bun into He Songye's mouth. He Songye's body trembled. She used her tongue to push against the soft bun skin. Her eyes suddenly moistened.
She bent over and used her rough hand to touch the bun in her mouth. The stabbing hunger in her stomach caused her to mechanically chew her cheeks.
The delicious juices of the slippery pork flowed into her mouth. A sweet and rich taste seized all her senses. He Songye unknowingly finished eating the bun and felt a sense of satisfaction that she had never felt before in her life. But she wasn't full yet.
In order to save on rations at home, she only brought one black flour bun today. She had done too much work in the morning and ate all the buns. She could only drink some water in the afternoon to fill her stomach.
He Songye unknowingly ate bun after bun. When she finished the bun in her hand, Zhao Lanxiang handed her another bun.
In the end, Zhao Lanxiang's cloth bag deflated. She smiled and gestured, "Older Sister He, can you do me a favor?"
"I want to live in your house."
… …
In the evening, He Songbai was carrying chicken manure to fertilize the plot of land at home when he saw his eldest sister come back with a big bag of things. She walked to the front of the house that had been empty for many years and put the things down. Without saying a word, she took out a broom and swept it inside and out. She threw out the chicken coop that was covered in dust, then a dustpan, a hoe, and a plow …
He Songbai didn't ask his older sister what she was doing. It wasn't until she smiled and carried out the bedsheets and quilt that He Songbai finally looked at her seriously. His rebellious eyes darkened.
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