Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Freshly baked egg fried rice is steaming hot, crispy and fragrant at the entrance, soft and smooth rice grains, three or four rice grains wrapped in a circle of golden egg flower. The lard in the fried rice exudes a seductive atmosphere. The melted lard mixed with fat and even pork was fried tenderly and softly, and the white fat was almost simmered to be transparent, and the oily drops shed.

This egg-fried rice greatly satisfied the appetite of the hungry.

The crispness and tenderness of the eggs and the fragrant and salty taste of pork made He Songbai temporarily shield the embarrassment of his shirtless man. The hungry people eat well, not to mention that the cooking skills of the subjects are still first-class, so delicious that people can swallow their tongues. This oil-filled meal filled He Songbai's hunger like a black hole.

The half-big boy eats the poor girl, he has doubled his strength and eats much more than the adult man.

Zhao Lanxiang watched with satisfaction that the rice in the lunch box was gradually being cleaned by the man at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. The appearance of his meal was really unbearable.

The mouth is full, and I put the rice in my mouth vigorously, eating the meat, and the sharp eyes are dark, fierce and attentive, but when I bite the fat, I will squint with pleasure, this look Let Zhao Lanxiang have the illusion of raising a small Tibetan mastiff.

How can a thin man kill so much food? Obviously his stomach was flat and deflated.

She couldn't help but stick out her hands around his thin waist, her thumb touched his hard white muscles, the man's body suddenly stiffened, and the movement of planed rice was slightly suspended in the air.

Zhao Lanxiang pressed again, and the next second her hand was immediately grasped by the man's rough palm.

He Songbai said unnaturally: "Don't touch it."

The voice was stiff and dumb.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "You continue to eat, there is soup in another box. You eat yours, I touch mine..."

She nodded his red ears, and went to kiss her carefully.

Zhao Lanxiang's gentle voice brought countless joys.

"you are cute."

He Songbai's sensitive neck felt a soft touch, and his head suddenly went blank, and his whole body was as tight as a full bow.

Zhao Lanxiang suddenly realized that he would not eat or drink any more soup, and the whole person was stupefied on the big stone.

She felt the man's steaming heat, and her body gradually became hot. The whole person is so stiff...

His voice was as hoarse as the thirsty man in the desert for a few days, almost muffled.

"Lanxiang..."

Zhao Lanxiang put a slightly cool hand on his waist, the man stood up, and even the rice bowl was splashed with care, and the hot soup was sprinkled on him, he was like an arrow from the string. "The ground is gone.

Zhao Lanxiang looked at the messy ground with amazement. The change between the electric light and flint made her too late to chase.

This... this, what the hell!

She picked up the splashing bowl angrily and ridiculously, and wanted to kiss him again, but didn't expect to get even this benefit.

The old man's enthusiasm was so fierce that he couldn't bear it. A little spark could make him shameless for a long time. In his turn, the young man reacted like a stiff piece of wood! Run away when you are excited!

...

He Songbai ran back to the valley like a burning ass, wiping sweat with a lingering fear. His face rose from the inside to the outside, and the whole person seemed to be burning.

Only the physical exhaustion brought about by the dull and dull work can make him abandon all the strange ideas in his mind.

He was as hot as a blast, and he worked hard to work hard. The millet under the shovel seemed to be his vent, shoveling and shoveling constantly, and soon he turned over the millet on the sidelines. Even the job with Gu Gong was carried over.

Gu Gong's eyes were squinted by the scorching sun. He looked at the young man who worked as hard as a bull. He couldn't help feeling: "It's a young generation. This strength is definitely a good worker every year."

He Songbai's low, hoarse voice revealed helplessness, "I have never been a worker in my life."

He couldn't even get a better paddy field, and even the workers with such a glorious and well-paid job did not even dare to think about it. How dare you even think about the cadre's daughter even if you don't even think about the job of a worker?

Gu Gong sighed and worked in silence.

He sang happily while working: "If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be anxious! Calm in the melancholy days: believe, happy days will come!"

He Songbai didn't really want to take care of this middle-aged man who tried to entertain him, burying his head in silence.

Zhou Jiazhen, who was also in the valley, was under the scorching sun and rolling sweat beads, and the whole person seemed to be salvaged from the water. The speed of stopping to replenish the water is not enough for her to sweat.

Her hand holding the shovel suddenly felt weak, and the shovel smashed to the ground with a muffled sound.

Wu Liangping noticed and came over and said to her: "You seem to have some heat stroke, go to the shade under the shade of trees, I will turn this valley for you."

Zhou Jiazhen was not brave at this time, wiped Khan and said, "Comrade Wu, you have worked hard."

She got cold under the shade of the tree, and Wu Liangping took over her shovel and scolded the valley meticulously. The heat wave rolled in, as if the air in front of him was steamed like a stove.

Zhou Jiazhen sat until the evening, and the discomfort caused by heat stroke subsided.

Wu Liangping supported the thick frame with his thumb. He took off his glasses to reveal a pair of warm eyes.

He silently took Zhou Jiazhen's package in his hand, "Would you like to go to the clinic?"

"You go ahead, I'll get you back."

Zhou Jiazhen was distressed by the money. He could suffer if he had a minor illness. He could not afford to go to the clinic to get some medicine to eat. She gratefully recaptured her belongings, "I'm much better, get it for myself."

Without Zhao Lanxiang's teasing, Zhou Jiazhen would not specifically notice Wu Liangping. Wu Liangping's overzealous actions caused Zhou Jiazhen's heart to panic.

Wu Liangping hesitated and looked at Zhou Jiazhen's evasive eyes, saying, "Jiazhen, I still have books there. Do you want to read them?"

Zhou Jiazhen looked down at the toes of his sandals and said, "I don't look good."

Wu Liangping heard that there was a confusion in his eyes that was taken out by someone for a moment. After a while, it was difficult to restore calm. He said awkwardly: "Do you forget Jiazhen?"

"‘The beauty of a person is not in appearance, clothes, and hair style, but in himself, in his heart. ①’" It seems that the dumb man is more clever when he returns to his field of expertise.

Zhou Jiazhen's eyes were moist, and she moved: "Thank you, Comrade Wu."

She couldn't say anything more than her trembling lips.

Zhou Jiazhen dragged a heavy footstep, draped in Yu Wen's surviving glory of the setting sun, and walked back to Li Zhishu's home with deep feet.

He family.

In the evening, He Songbai remembered that Zhao Lanxiang was still in the dilapidated house after dinner, and he remembered her close proximity to her during the day, and she had a terrible headache. So haunting him, he will soon be unable to hold on to his perseverance, and even make a vile act to hurt her. In this way, what is the difference between him and the beast?

After dinner, I wondered how to face Zhao Lanxiang's mood and her safety. He Songbai hesitated for a while, and quickly went to the valley with the lamp.

He walked silently to the humble house and sat down against the wall.

Here, he could hear the sound of her turning the book, and the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and his heart was calm.

He Songbai opened his eyes and stared at the faint light until his eyes were sour.

Zhao Lanxiang squatted outside the valley, and after waiting for a long time, he couldn't hear the clattering sound from the grass. Zhao Lanxiang gritted his teeth, this man is really undertuned. Teach!

He didn't know what kind of object to call the target!

Not so considerate, nor afraid of her running away!

Zhao Lanxiang sat patiently again in the middle of the night, still not waiting for people, but waiting for Gu Gong.

Gu Gong leaned against Gudui as if he were awake and dozing off. He said nonsense like drunk: "Don't fry, can't you dig slowly?"

"I don't have money for greed and medicine. Do I look for someone who is greedy for the people's hard-earned money."

Zhao Lanxiang walked over and wanted to hear more clearly, but Gu Gong fell asleep.

She was a little choked, and Gu Gong fell asleep who came to watch the night.

Zhao Lanxiang shook Gu Gong vigorously, but this poor man had gone through a series of blows and heavy labor. At this moment, he had slept soundly, and the kind of heavyness that the ten cows could not pull back, maybe step on one foot. He had no consciousness on his face.

She let go of her hand helplessly and squatted back to the door of the house, yawning and reading the book.

...

When the autumn harvest was in full swing, Pan Yu's school was also on holiday. The school gave students a long agricultural leave. These students stayed in school and didn't study hard. They engaged in sports and slogans all day long. It is better to let people go back to collect food in this way.

Pan Yu was very happy because she could only meet him when she returned to Hezitun.

After Pan Yu returned home, Pan Yuhua and Pansao gave her six work points without a word, and she went to the valley to see the valley.

Pan Yu's face suddenly paled and shook his head again and again: "No! Change it for me, I'd rather go to grind the valley!"

Her stunned eyes suddenly filled with bloodshot eyes.

Sister Pan was frightened by her aunt's sudden hysterics. She shushed her chest with a cry and complained: "Yuhua's mother is a girl, and a girl's film is not good enough to work hard to read any books. Lost."

"Crush the grain and grind, do you want to go to He's second child again? I told you, no way!"

The author has something to say: ①From "How Steel Is Made"

Small theater one:

Gu Gong: If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be anxious!

Bo: It's so noisy.

Small Theater II:

Xiangxiang: You are so cute

Brother Bo: (Abdominal muscles spread out, touch)

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