With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

At dawn, a young woman climbed down from the tree, and a five- or six-year-old boy stuck his buttocks and picked up the bark on the ground. He quickly picked up half the basket.

The little boy's belly suddenly growled, and he raised his dirty little face to look at the young woman, "Aunt Xiaoyu, I'm hungry."

"Eat it." Tong Xiaoyu handed him a piece of bark.

The boy immediately put it in his mouth and chewed it like a starving ghost reincarnated. As he was eating, he suddenly screamed, jumped up and looked ahead.

A strange man appeared in front of him, accompanied by a fat yellow dog.

Tong Xiaoyu was also frightened. After she recovered, she quickly held the bark basket in her arms, "I am Tong Xiaoyu from the Red Sun Brigade, which brigade are you from?"

The girl was quite sullen and angry. Xue Ming looked at the bark in the basket and then at the tree that had been peeled off and bare, and suddenly felt dumbfounded.

Other trees in the grove had bark, but this one was stripped clean because the reflection in the night scared him.

"This is an elm tree, right? I have eaten elm money but not elm bark. Is it delicious?" Xue Ming asked the little boy.

Tong Xiaoyu blocked the little boy behind her again, "Of course the bark is not as delicious as the white-flour buns. Tell me which brigade you are from. If you don't tell me, I will call someone."

"I was passing by and wanted to ask you about someone." Xue Ming took out the photo from his pocket and frowned the next second. The photo was gone.

Why was it missing even though it was in my pocket? I closed my eyes and scanned the entire space with my mind, but I still couldn't find the photo.

The frown on his face deepened. Thinking carefully, he probably dropped it on the ground when he was taking out a cigarette for the security captain yesterday.But the bottom plate is still there, I will find a photo studio to develop a few more photos later.

Tong Xiaoyu looked wary, pretending to be fierce, and hugged the bark basket tightly.

This kind of mental state is definitely not good for communication. Xue Ming took out a steamed bun from his school bag and said, "I want to taste the taste of elm bark. Can this steamed bun be exchanged for two pieces of bark?"

The little boy stared at the steamed bun and drooled. The elm bark in his hand suddenly lost its aroma. Tong Xiaoyu also stared at the steamed bun and asked weakly, "Are you telling the truth?"

"If you don't believe it, I'll find someone else to change it." Xue Ming pretended to put the steamed buns in his schoolbag.

Tong Xiaoyu immediately ran over and snatched away the steamed buns, stuffed two large pieces of bark from the basket to Xue Ming, broke off half of the steamed buns and gave them to the boy to start devouring.

Xue Ming took a bite of the bark and chewed it with his teeth. The smell of raw bark was indeed unpleasant, so he spit it out with a pop and put the remaining bark in his schoolbag.

Elm bark is one of the few edible tree barks and has been a life-saving food for people since ancient times.The bark is divided from the outside to the inside into the dead layer, periderm and phloem layer.

The dead skin layer is the hardened dead skin on the outside of the trunk and cannot be eaten. What can be eaten is the bast that transports water and nutrients to the tree.

After the little boy finished eating the steamed buns, he stared longingly at Xue Ming's bulging schoolbag. Tong Xiaoyu's face was tangled, "Are there any steamed buns in the bag? I'll trade them with you for the tree bark."

"Elm tree bark is not as delicious as elm money. If you want to eat steamed buns, you can exchange it with me for money or old items. Such a big steamed bun is worth three cents to a child." Xue Ming said.

Of course Tong Xiaoyu had no money. If she had money, she would not go out to peel tree bark in the middle of the night. She hesitated for half a minute and gave the basket to the little boy, "Gazi, you go home and ask your mother to grind the elm bark into flour. My aunt has something to do with you." Brother, let’s talk.”

The little boy reluctantly carried the basket home. Tong Xiaoyu looked at the bushes in the woods and whispered, "Follow me."

Xue Ming didn't know what medicine she was selling in her gourd, and he didn't believe that a weak girl could rob him of his steamed buns, so he followed her into the woods.

Tong Xiaoyu untied the kettle on her body and poured water to wash her face. She closed her eyes and unbuttoned her belt with trembling hands. Her hands were shaking more and more, and her breathing was getting faster and faster.

His face was extremely red, and he finally said in a trembling voice, "I haven't left the house yet. I'll give it to you. Give me all the buns in your schoolbag."

Going out means getting married. This operation stunned Xue Mingqian, and his heartbeat and blood flow began to accelerate.

"How many steamed buns is your body worth?" Moles, have you ever heard of them?”

Tong Xiaoyu's mind went blank and she was silent for a long time before saying, "The commune and the brigade arrest blind people every day. We don't even ask their names. There is no one named Li Chuanying in our brigade."

"Okay, leave your virginity to your future husband, I don't need it." Xue Ming took out two steamed buns and placed them on the branches of the tree. After all, he saw something he shouldn't have seen and took advantage.

After walking out of the bush, we took Dahuang back to the original road and prepared to find a photo studio in the county to develop some photos.

Tong Xiaoyu pulled up her pants as quickly as possible, feeling ashamed and a little disappointed at the same time, "Tong Xiaoyu, what are you thinking about? How can a rich man who feeds steamed buns to dogs like a wild girl from the countryside?"

He ran home with two steamed buns in his arms, and met party secretary Fan Cui and her goddaughter Li Si in the village.

"Is there something urgent, Miss Xiaoyu?" Li Si greeted her with a big belly.

"Sister Sisi, I'm fine." Tong Xiaoyu ran home with the steamed buns in her arms. When she ran into the intersection in front of her, she suddenly stopped, "Li Si has a mole on the right corner of her mouth, and her size is the same as the steamed bun man said..."

"Impossible." Tong Xiaoyu shook her head and continued to support her family. Everyone in the village knew that Li Si was a relative of the party secretary who chose a house. She came to join the party secretary Fan because of the disaster at home. She was not the blind drifter Li Chuanying that the man said.

If Xue Ming was here, she would definitely give her a bad taste, and Li Si would be Li Chuanying whose name was changed.

Party Secretary Fan Cui's family was sitting in the main room chatting. Fan Cui said with a smile, "Little Si girl, your uncle wants you to go to the textile factory as a temporary worker first. You will work for two or three years and then we will find a way to become a full-time employee. Your What do you mean?"

"I follow mother's arrangement." Li Chuanying, who was pregnant with his belly, took out ten yuan from his pocket, "My uncle must have been working hard these days for me. Please buy some meat for me to thank him."

"We are all one family, don't talk about two families." Fan Cui continued with a smile. She took good care of Li Chuanying from the bottom of her heart, because Li Chuanying was pregnant with Xue Ming's child.

A few days ago, the People's Daily reported Xue Ming's deeds again, and the relevant state departments officially awarded Comrade Xue Ming the honor of "People's Inventor".

She planned to write a letter to Xue Ming when the child was born. This kind of kindness in fostering and raising her child must be worth two hundred yuan.

Fan Cui's husband Yao Hongwen smiled innocently, "Xiao Si, work hard in the textile factory and strive to become a full employee as soon as possible. Then Xue Ming will be the one to catch you."

The Fan family all laughed, and Li Chuanying followed suit with a forced smile. I will never be worthy of him.