Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Zhao Lanxiang snuggled her head against his slightly hot back, and the cold wind at night swayed, and she didn't feel cold anymore.

He Songbai took the subjects to a state-run meal.

This was the first time he had taken her to the restaurant in an upright manner.

When the waiter asked them what they wanted to eat, He Songbai did not know what to ask her to eat. He naturally wanted the more expensive and the better, but she was afraid that she would abandon him.

He coughed lightly.

Zhao Lanxiang quickly answered, "Come two bowls of meat-filled wonton, two bowls big."

After all, this is the first time, He Songbai doesn’t want to save money, she wants her to eat better,

Zhao Lanxiang said, "Just eat it. The first time I brought you to the city, I ate ravioli."

Her soft words drew him into a long memory, and he also remembered that in the brightly lit night of the hospital, she gave him everything in and out.

At that time, he was reluctant to eat such a good thing, because a bowl of wontons could not lift his head because of inferiority. Now he can invite her to eat something more generous.

time runs fast.

He Songbai's lips raised slightly.

"Okay." He showed his white teeth.

The wonton at the state-run restaurant is a little bit more delicious than ordinary people, but the craft is far less than Zhao Lanxiang.

He Songbai gently sucked, pursed his lips and said, "This meat is not as fresh as ours."

"The skin is too thick to roll without you."

But he ate his brows and ate happily.

Zhao Lanxiang gave him half of the portion in his bowl, "Feel full and work hard."

He Songbai put her half-eaten wonton into the mouth, and said vaguely: "Sweet and sweet."

"good to eat."

Obviously eating a bowl of ravioli, Zhao Lanxiang suddenly looked blushing.

He ate the ravioli she sandwiched in three bites, and looked at her with a thin smile on her thin lips. The lips of the hot soup just dipped in a little soup, and it was a bit ruddy. I saw him wipe his mouth with a handkerchief, tongue licked his lips slightly, and after doing these movements, he looked at her bowl as if questioning how she was eating so slowly.

She swallowed the ravioli violently, put down the bowl and stood up neatly, "Go away."

"Come back home!"

On the way back, Zhao Lanxiang sat in the back seat of He Songbai's bicycle, opened his leather bag, and hurriedly read the "Joint Responsibility Book" he signed.

She said: "I think this responsibility letter has to be signed a little bit more stable. In the future, I have to find their leader to sign."

"Otherwise the gods fight, you little shrimps will suffer."

He Songbai's eyebrows stretched authentically: "Xiao Deli."

"Let them eat a few meals, and talk about them after they have eaten enough."

He paused and added another sentence: "I know."

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but smile, properly hiding the responsibility book and holding it on his chest.

They drove the last car back to Hezitun.

...

Hejia bullpen.

After finishing writing the letter, Gu Gong put the pen on the pocket of his coat.

Prophet Hu glanced at the letter in the teacher's hand and hesitated to speak. But thinking of his brother's help in the past, he saw Gu Gong ready to go to bed after writing the letter, and then he hesitated and asked:

"Is this... a letter of recommendation to the younger brother?"

Gu Gong folded the letter and pressed it in the book. He said lightly, "No."

At this moment, Prophet Hu felt as if he was choking.

Gu Gong said: "This was written for my son and came to the country to report a peace."

He seemed to see through the disappointment in the heart of Prophet Hu through the calm face of the disciple.

He said in a huff: "Why, I'm disappointed if I don't write to him?"

"I don't write, that's right. Principal Fu at x is the most upright, stubborn, and the most evil in his life to walk in the back door. Those with real talents and learning, Principal Fu will naturally not miss it.

"You told Wu Yong to let him prepare well, and it's justified to do some hard work."

Prophet Hu heard the words and glanced at the teacher gratefully.

He soon went to Wu Yong to tell the news.

In March, during the spring plowing season, the spring breeze blew across the earth, and everything that had been silent for the winter gradually recovered, and there was a thriving image everywhere.

The good news of Wu Yong also flew into this small village as if he had inserted wings.

He was hired by X and hired as a teaching assistant. When he left, many people went to see him off. Although he was not from Hezitun, he also lived in Hezitun for a long time, and he forged a relationship with the land.

His household registration was transferred from Hezitun to x, which was personally obtained by the party branch secretary Li Dehong. After finishing, he solemnly told Wu Yong a few words in front of everyone.

Zhao Lanxiang also went, because the nature of man is to love to join in the fun. It is a glorious thing to have a university teacher in this ditch. At this time, Zhao Lanxiang also discovered that Wu Yong's household registration actually fell in Hezitun. It's no wonder that the villagers of the brigade are all like Rong Yan.

Of course, Zhao Lanxiang’s household registration is now in Hezitun because she is an educated youth going to the countryside.

There are two ways for the educated youth to go to the countryside. One of them is called a team cut. As the name implies, it is inserted into the brigade. The educated youth becomes ordinary members who work together with everyone and participate in the food distribution at the end of the year.

Gu Gong originally had a household registration in City B, but because of his labor reform and living in a bullpen, his household registration naturally fell here, as did Prophet Hu. But Wu Yong was the faultless party in that accident, and he was a native of city B. His household registration was also in Hezitun, which surprised Zhao Lanxiang.

Seeing the subject so surprised, He Songbai thought she knew it. He quietly moved away from the crowd and explained to the subject: "Before you didn't come, Wu Gong was already here."

"It seems that it is because of the problem of family composition, so it has been assigned to reform here."

Zhao Lanxiang said with emotion: "Now I have the opportunity to go to x, which is also a good opportunity for him."

She couldn't help thinking of Grandma who graduated from New York University and sighed: "When can Grandma be like Wu Yong, it is better to have a chance to turn over. Her old man must be better than Wu Yong..."

He Songbai heard this and smiled.

He said: "Grandma doesn't care about such a fake name, she is not happy to ask her to go!"

"She likes the food you made by hand now. She teaches Sanya every day and chats with her elder sister. This kind of day is already very good!"

He Songbai smiled slightly.

"The only thing she cares about now is probably the problem of the next generation of our Laohe family."

Zhao Lanxiang listened and listened, his cheeks couldn't help but get hot, and gradually got a brilliant steaming haze.

Unexpectedly, this piece of wood by He Songbai thought about his own elder sister. He paused: "The eldest sister has been married for a while, and Granny will soon be able to get her wish."

As he said, he bitterly frowned deeply and murmured, "Speaking of it, I have to make money quickly too, otherwise I will add a little baby, and I can't afford to raise it."

"Sanya, when she was a child, she didn't drink much milk and couldn't eat well. Now she is very ill and often sick."

Zhao Lanxiang saw him more and more outrageous, and quickly awakened the man who was immersed in his uncle's sweet dream.

"There is no such thing as a shadow, you think too early. Let's talk about it... It's okay for Sister to make money now, maybe you have more savings than you have!"

"You still owe a fart. Stock debts, and there are a lot of holes in the lack of money here, but it's a worry!"

He Songbai heard the words and couldn't help laughing.

"People always think about things that have hope."

"It's so hard to work that way."

As he said these words, his thick eyebrows fluttered, his face glowed, and he was young and energetic.

His thumb slightly crossed her fair face, where the gorgeous colors like peach blossoms had faded. Where did he embarrassedly talk about his children in front of her?

The nephew’s milk powder needs to be saved, and his baby’s rations must be saved.

...

Busy days always pass quickly, and the pork agreement signed by He Songbai with the steel plant and coal plant soon came into effect.

He killed the pigs at twelve in the morning every day. After the killing, Li Zhong let his people ride the bicycles to transport the pork into the city.

The pig farm that had been struggling so hard to enter and leave for so long finally ushered in the first profit. After discussing with Li Zhong, he decided to use the money to expand the pig farm, buy more feed, and hire a few more people.

Spend a little here, spend a little there, and when the two of them split the money, Li Zhong was dumbfounded.

He squeezed a pile of great unity, crying thinly, but the thin layer was too little, but the newly earned money was still hot in his heart.

His mouth is unforgiving: "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard!"

He Songbai was not as disgusted as he was, and he silently put his own dividend into his arms. I just think that it is already a lot, and now it is just beginning to make money. The sweetness of the future will be longer and longer!

He nodded the five hundred pieces in his arms, and his heart was beautiful, and the young man's face was a little energetic.

"Let's go first, you give the remaining money to Tie Zhu, and you have to pay a deposit over the feed."

He left the pig farm whistling in a bicycle.

By the time he got home, it was already gray, and he hummed a little song, cutting wood, washing, and cooking.

Boom, Boom, Boom, the sound of wood being ripped from it rippling in the small courtyard.

He Songbai took advantage of the gap of chopping wood and wiped his sweat. He turned around and saw his brother-in-law standing opposite him.

I saw Li Dali shook his cane and walked limpingly. Although the speed was slow, the pace was steady.

He Songbai's eyes immediately froze, and he said happily, "Can you walk now?"

Li Dali nodded.

"Today the wind is strong, the bones are a little itchy, and I fell down and found that I could go."

He said he took the axe in He Songbai's hand and began to split the wood. Li Dali, who had been lying on the bed for half a year, although he was no longer the heroic posture of the past, he could easily cut sharply with an axe, but he slowly worked hard, and also finished the wood fire neatly.

He Songbai finished reading silently on the side, he said: "In the past few days you will walk more at home and practice more."

"But don't worry too much, it's good to be able to walk and work."

Li Dali's lips squirmed, looking at the increasingly strong and tall young man in front of him, and said sincerely:

"Thank you."

He will bear the burden of the future.

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Li Dali: Next is the home of the brother-in-law

Uncle, go cool

Bo Ge smiled happily: Passed the axe, passed the acacia, passed the broom, washed the loofah, needle thread, hoe, dustpan, rake...

Ping Shengjun: The **** and dustpan are all right, but the pig knife... what the **** is this?

Brother Bo: Deceive people on board:)