This is the anti-theft chapter.
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He Songye shook the bell on his waist and waved at his younger brother in the field.
He Songbai put down the manure in his hand, silently went to the well to wash his hands, 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 vigilance in his eldest brother's eyes.
He said, "Let her,
Live 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 and he said lazily, "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.
He Songye kept knocking on the door, but 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 until her face turned red.
Only then did he openly shift his gaze away.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't expect that her modest and serious husband actually had such a roguish side.
Her heart actually pounded a few times.
This "poor and down and out" old man, when he was lazy and undisciplined, still had the flavor of a gangster brother popular in the 1990s. Sharp and deep eyebrows and an unruly face.
He looked so fierce that he could jump up and hit people at any time.
Unfortunately … his consciousness was twenty years ahead of his time.
At that time, he was sought after by tens of thousands of people.
If it was now, he would be a loafer who was being pointed at and cursed by others.
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 20 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 gaze. He said fearlessly, "This is the rent. I'm not living here for free."
"The collective dormitory of the educated youths has collapsed. I have no place to stay. Your family has a small population and a big place. I like living there. I will move out after the new dormitory for educated youths is built at the end of the year. "
No matter how immature he was compared to a few decades later, she firmly believed that he was still a smart man at heart. At present, this family was too poor. If they could exchange the house that had been empty for many years for a meager rent, they should not refuse. Moreover … she didn't look like a restless person.
At this time, He Songye knocked on the door a few more times and anxiously yelled. He even kicked the door angrily because he was locked in the room.
For the sake of his elder sister, for the sake of this weak and harmless woman, He Song Bai retreated for the time being.
He took the stack of money from the woman's hand and casually stuffed it into his pocket without looking. 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 would not be polite to him for the time being. After all, he was a stranger who had paid the rent. If she was too polite, she would be suspected of having bad motives. He Songbai had been used to the cold eyes of the entire brigade since he was a child. Suddenly, he met a stranger who was unreasonably enthusiastic. If he didn't suspect that she was stupid, then he would suspect that she had bad motives.
Zhao Lanxiang learned a lesson from the cold treatment in the cornfield last time.
He Songbai did not like to owe people favors. The last time he helped her was probably because of those few candies. He thought that he could simply leave after paying off his debt. If he ate a few more buns from her, he would not be able to pay off the debt again.
This little bit of thinking was projected onto He Song Bai a few decades later. That would be rich and overbearing. He would spare no effort to repay the people who had 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 flourishing.
He Songbai stopped acting like a hooligan. He silently bent down to pick up the scattered luggage on the ground and carried it into the house.
He Songye was let out. 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 did not resist. He bowed his head and let her hit him.
He Songye smiled guiltily at Zhao Lanxiang. He gestured and said, "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 man used a few wooden planks to make a simple bed. The joints were joined with grooves and tenons. He did not use a single nail during the whole process. His movements were very skillful. The wood chips flew everywhere where the sickle saw fell. In the end, he blew a few times, and the wood chips on the bed board were blown off. His rough thumb touched the bed board everywhere and pulled out all the thorns that stuck out.
His sharp and deep eyebrows were vertical. Even when he was expressionless, he often revealed a fierce look. However, he was very serious and meticulous when he was fiddling with the carpentry. Zhao Lanxiang was fascinated by him. Her eyes inadvertently revealed a gentle look.
At this moment, she really wanted to hug the thin man and pick off all the dust on his head. But … she knew clearly that she could not 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 did not take it. He wiped his sweat with a broken towel and ran to the well outside to wash his face.
Zhao Lanxiang pushed the bun into 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 had nine buns by the ridge of the field. Now they were both full.
He Songye was the one who was truly 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 so sad. She squatted in the grass and stared at the filth for a long time. In the end, she could not bear to part with it. She shoveled it back to feed the chickens.
In the end, He Songbai did not even want to look at the bun. He Songye lovingly put it in the pot to warm it for his sister.
The siblings worked hard for a long time 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 asked someone to sew for her. She carried the quilt and returned it to He Songye.
He Songye glanced at the city girl's quilt. He touched it. It was soft and smooth. It was warm in the winter and cool in the summer and gentle in the winter. There was no need for her new quilt. He Songye put his quilt back into the box. In He Songbai's eyes, this action had a different meaning.
He chewed 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 woodshed. He put in a few pieces of sweet potatoes and some brown rice to boil a pot of water. He Songye saw that his brother had cooked 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 looked up and squatted down indifferently to start the fire.
He Songye hit his brother's head with the bell and glared at him.
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