Seventy-year-old book: The villain Zaizai’s best mother

Xia Mingshuang went over and asked Gu Yunshan to park the car farther away while loading and unloading materials. The first thing to do while moving around was because the dust was particularly large and the second thing was to avoid accidentally wiping the car.

Gu Yunshan parked the car in the open space to the west, turned off the engine and got out. He felt very happy when he saw Xia Mingshuang standing there waiting for him. He stretched out his hand toward her, and when he saw her trying to hide, he took the initiative to grab her hand.

Xia Ming's cheeks heated up and he whispered: "Pay attention to the impact."

There are people there, including children.

Gu Yunshan smiled and put her hand into his left trouser pocket, "Touch it yourself."

Xia Ming's face turned red and he spat, "Rogue~"

Gu Yunshan: "?"

Xia Ming pulled his hands back and accidentally brought a ticket with him. When he picked it up, he saw that it was a sewing ticket. She said in surprise: "Did you get it so quickly?"

Gu Yunshan lowered his eyes and glanced at her, "Yes, what are you thinking about?"

Xia Mingshuang quickly ran away with the sewing ticket and went home to show the third sister and the others.

Third Sister Gu and the children had never seen Sewing Ticket, so they all came over to take a look.

Da Zhuang and Lou Yuhui also ran over from the homestead when they heard Gu Yunshan's return.

As soon as he met Lou Yuhui, he asked Gu Yunshan for advice. He could explain it to Da Zhuang and others, but for questions that he didn't know himself, he had to ask someone for advice.

Gu Yunshan washed his hands and answered Lou Yuhui's questions casually. He found that Lou Yuhui, a child, had a very quick mind and could understand almost everything at once. He could also draw inferences from one instance and explain things to him very easily.

Gu Nianjun looked aside and whispered to Da Zhuang: "Take a look, does he look more like my uncle's son?"

Da Zhuangni glanced at him and said coolly: "There are so many students from Tsinghua University and Peking University every year, and they are all very smart."

Humph, could it be possible that Chengdu looks like my father’s son?

Anyway, he would never admit that he was stupid, poor at studies, and didn't want his father's son.

When Gu Yunshan returned home, Third Sister Gu went to add some scrambled eggs with chives. The staple food was enough. In addition to the normal staple food, there was Yuqian steamed rice made by Tuxian.

Xiao Zaizai asked his father to repair his little train. In fact, Lou Yuhui could also repair it, but he had to wait for his father to come back to repair it.

This little train was given to Xiao Zhuang by Fang Rong. Since Dazhuang and Zhuang didn't have one before, they rushed to play with it. They broke down within a few days of playing, and Gu Yunshan had to repair it from time to time.

Xia Mingshuang: "Zai'er, eat first, then let dad fix it after you finish the meal."

During the meal, Gu Yunshan asked Xia Mingshuang: "You really don't need my help to buy a sewing machine?"

Xia Mingshuang: "I'm an employee of a supply and marketing cooperative. Can I still buy products with tickets? Besides, isn't there Fang Rong? It's definitely more convenient than you."

After dinner, Gu Yunshan took his young son to the production team headquarters to discuss the time to build a house. He had already drawn simple drawings according to Xia Mingshuang's requirements, with dimensions, components, etc. clearly marked.

Accountant Liu felt heartbroken when he saw it, "Oh Yunshan, you are so busy at work, and you just start doing something so trivial. How can we use blueprints when building a house in the countryside? Everyone knows it."

This is a senior engineer that the organization attaches great importance to. He designs important equipment and draws high-level drawings. How can he draw drawings for a house like this in the village by overusing his talents and underutilizing them.

Gu Yunshan: "It's okay. I can just draw during lunch."

Gu Yunshan's basic skills are very solid. Horizontal, vertical, circular, elliptical, etc. do not require tools at all and can be drawn accurately by hand.

It would have taken him half a day to draw such a detailed house plan to an outsider, but in fact it didn't take much, he just drew it casually while eating.

Not only am I not tired, I feel relaxed, just like a child doodling.

The night is as cool as water and the breeze is lingering. The air was also mixed with the sweetness of sycamore flowers and locust flowers, making Gu Yunshan unable to tell whether the fragrance was more fragrant, the flowers or the people.

Xia Mingshuang lay lazily in his arms, not wanting to move even a little finger, but feeling infinitely emotional in her heart. She couldn't tell whether the plot of the original book was a book or the life before she came. In the book, Lou Yuhui protected Gu Yunshan's daughter, but in reality he saved Lou Yuhui's life, so they both moved in a better direction and never made the same mistakes again.

Gu Yunshan pulled up the quilt and covered her shoulders, his voice was low and hoarse, "Why are you laughing?"

Xia Mingshuang: "How can I laugh?"

Gu Yunshan: "Why are you so good today?" He chuckled and gently scratched the itchy flesh on her waist, "I didn't know that someone was a little snob."

She wouldn't be so cooperative before, she was always very shy, but today she was extra gentle and responded enthusiastically to him midway, which surprised him.

Of course Xia Mingshuang would not tell him the real reason. Unexpectedly, he misunderstood that it was because of sewing tickets, so he went back with a smile, "Yes, yes, I am just a snob, you know it. You'd better go home more often." I'll get your things, or I'll kick you out."

He covered her and his voice became deeper and deeper, "I'm all yours, what good things haven't I given to you?"

Xia Mingshuang was drunk. This man's magnetic voice was more intoxicating than fine wine.

With the sewing ticket, Xia Mingshuang asked Zhong Lian to bring the sewing machine back from Mingcheng Department Store when he was shopping for goods, and send it directly to Xiajiagou after get off work in the afternoon.

As soon as the truck entered the village, the elderly and children joined in the fun, and the commune members who had returned from work also craned their necks to look enviously.

"Hey, Lao Xia's family really raised a good daughter. What did this buy for her parents' family?"

"I heard it's sewing."

"Oh, that's amazing! Our team only has three sewing machines at full capacity, and this is the fourth one."

Tian Huaihua saw the sewing machine wrapped in a bag. How could this satisfy her vanity? She immediately put the child on her chest and opened the package three times.

Oops! The brand new sewing machine, still tied with red silk, sparkled in the sunset.

Everyone clicked their tongues, "This sewing machine is so beautiful! What brand is it?"

I'm illiterate, but I'm willing to ask around. I know different brands and I can have lots of things to talk about.

"It seems to be a Shanghai brand?"

"I think it's the Phoenix card! Look at how majestic it is!"

"Not a butterfly?"

Listening to the neighbors talking about how beautiful the Sophora japonica flowers are, and the sewing machine that her eldest aunt bought for the family, she felt happy even if it was for her sister-in-law as a dowry.

Her man, Xia Mingshuang, was a farm machinery operator. He was still at work and had not returned home. Brother Xia and father Xia had not returned yet, so Tian Huaihua volunteered to carry the sewing machine with Zhong Lian.

Minghui came out with a cane to talk to Xia Mingshuang, "Sister, thank you and Brother Zhong Lian for your hard work."

Xia Mingshuang: "It's nothing. How is your foot? Does it hurt?"

Minghui shook her head and said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt at all, it's just a little itchy, especially when I'm sleeping, it always tickles me and wakes me up."

Although she felt uncomfortable, she was happy. This was just like what Dr. Lou said. Itching meant that she was recovering well. When she was completely healed, she would be exactly like a normal person and would never be lame again.