Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Granny sighed softly, turned her head and continued to look at the window outside in a daze.

Zhao Lanxiang silently put the steamed pig's trotters on the table and retreated silently.

After the others left, Grandma turned her head to pick up the bowl and tasted the pig's trotters.The smell is so fragrant that it fills the whole room, and it's hard to be ignored.

The steamed meat is very smooth, the teeth are not very good, and the grandma can bite off half of the bite. The burgundy hoof is like a layer of high-quality enamel, and it is shiny and shiny, biting off, from outside to inside In red and white, a circle of greasy fat wraps the dark lean meat, which is tender and smooth, and can revitalize the most hungry desire in the heart of the person. For those who have not seen the oil star for a long time, it seems that they have met in the desert. water.

Granny sullenly sucked up the soft, rotten fat, sipping it one by one.

Humph.

It's not too bad for Bo Geer's gold lock.

...

The millet in the field was ripe, and everyone was grabbing it. Zhao Lanxiang, a weak labor force, was assigned to the easy job of looking at the drying valley.The strong laborers in the village are harvesting grain, threshing the millet, and raising the field.The roar of diesel tractors in the fields resounded through the blue sky.

Until the evening, the hot sun tanned everyone's skin tone.Zhao Lanxiang brought fresh salt water from home to replenish the water. The fresh salt water was put in the cold well water by her, and it was especially cold to quench her thirst.

Zhou Jiazhen also participated in the harvest with the man. From morning to night, she was exposed to the sun in the hot sun all day. The dark blue shirt on her body was soaked with salt. Zhao Lanxiang admired it.

"Tired or not, why don't you come and watch the show with me tomorrow."

Zhou Jiazhen's ruddy face contained a slight smile: "Not tired, work can create value."

She wiped her sweat and said proudly: "I think'the life of a person should be like this: when recalling the past, he will not regret it because he spent his years, nor will he be ashamed because he is busy and inactive'"

Even though this sentence was Zhao Lanxiang who had never seen "Steel", he couldn't help laughing when he heard that, "You are completely lost in Paul's life."

Zhou Jiazhen said sincerely and gratefully: "It is a good book that can affect people's lives. I used to lament my fate, but now I only feel ashamed. There is a very good saying in it, I will share it with you."

"'Steel is tempered by fire and rapid cooling, so it can be hard and not afraid of anything. Our generation is also trained in struggle and terrible tests, learning to not succumb in front of life.'"

"You can share this sentence with He Er Er." Zhou Jiazhen's smile mixed with a trace of shame and relief.

Her transformation of He Songbai began with labor, and finally labor.How can a man who can take care of farm work carefully and patiently like his own children be a legendary idler.He Songbai did not gather together with everyone before, but worked hard in a remote place. This time, he was transferred back to the paddy field. The performance fell into her eyes. He was diligent and sincere like an old cow. .

"His review was really good. I used to be biased about him..." Zhou Jiazhen said with emotion.

Zhao Lanxiang handed her a bowl of salt water for her to drink, and quickly interrupted Zhou Jiazhen's words: "Hurry, why are you always mentioning him?"

Presume him before her face!

This caused Zhao Lanxiang's heart to be lifted high, is it so obvious, one can see both?

She has tried to get along with him in private as much as possible, and he almost never spoke to him when someone was there.

Zhou Jiazhen blushed and explained in a whisper: "Did you forget? I was at the He family. I once said his bad things in front of him and hurt him in front of you. Now it's regret."

Zhou Jiazhen mentioned that Zhao Lanxiang remembered it.

It was only after Zhou Jiazhen left that she discovered that He Songbai had been squatting in the reserved ground.By the shadow of the green pea seedlings on the fence, his deep eyes were dull.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "Reassure that he will hear this, I will tell you. Paul is an iron warrior, but you are a woman made of flesh and blood, you should rest at rest when you are not too silly."

Zhou Jiazhen nodded vigorously.

Zhao Lanxiang turned to deliver water to Sister He.

It was the start of Zhao Lanxiang's guarding the valley field when everyone stopped working in the evening.It is not easy to get moldy when the grains exposed to the sun are collected in the warehouse, but someone must watch the field at night. The food of the whole team is on the field. If it rains half the night, it will notify everyone to grab a piece.

Zhao Lanxiang slept during the day, stayed in the middle of the night, and there was another person to pick up her work after midnight. This work plan could not be too easy for her.

As night fell, Zhao Lanxiang listened to the cooing frogs in the fields, and the sound of cicadas lingering in his ears continued.She lit an oil lamp, chewed sugar in her mouth, and slowly turned the pages of a book in her hand, which happened to be "How Steel Is Made."

Recently, Zhou Jiazhen likes to watch it so much, citing a few words from the inside without saying a word, Zhao Lanxiang needs to take a look before she can catch her.

The sky was getting darker, and the dim light of the stars in the night sky became brighter. As long as Zhao Lanxiang looked up, she could see the stars overhead.

After a while, a voice heard from the grass.

A touch of figure quickly ran over, Zhao Lanxiang put down the book and widened her eyes in surprise.

"Hush-don't call it."

There was an unshakable hoarseness in the man's deep voice.

"How did you come?" Zhao Lanxiang touched his face, and he was very happy to see him at this moment.

He Songbai lowered his head and wiped his sweat with his sleeve. "I'll come after dinner."

"It's not safe for you to watch a girl. I'll show it to you. You go back."

Zhao Lanxiang shook her head violently.

"You work so hard during the day, and still help me stay vigil, like what! I won't go-you hurry back to sleep, there will be more heavy work tomorrow!"

It was He Songbai's black face that responded to her, his tight lips revealing a seriousness that he couldn't refuse.

Zhao Lanxiang paused, thinking seriously about the possibility of persuading He Songbai to dispel this idea.

Is zero.

He was more terrible than she when he was stubborn.

She said, "Otherwise... I won't go back, you won't go back. You sleep a little bit in it, if I have anything to do, I will call you, will it succeed?"

He Songbai accepted it reluctantly.

Zhao Lanxiang led the man to a hut by the valley, took out his summer cool quilt, pressed the man on the bed, and covered him with a quilt. There was a hint of mischief in her brisk voice: "I am the first time Spend the night with Brother Bo."

He Songbai, who was forced to sleep on the bed by a woman, had a tinge of red on that tanned face.

He coughed, "I'm asleep, I must call me something."

Zhao Lanxiang responded simply.

She watched He Songbai close her eyes and went to bed. She went to the valley outside with the lamp and read the book with relish.

The man in the room opened his eyes and listened carefully to every move outside.

The dim circle of light cast the woman's slender shadow on the window, and the fire was beating faintly, and her shadow was also moving, rippling like the light of the water in the well.

The thin Xia Liang quilt was light and cool, full of the faint fragrance of gardenia on her body, which wrapped He Songbai tightly, so that he had the illusion of being tightly surrounded by women.

He Songbai opened her eyes and stared at the woman's shadow in the window, staring half-sleeping and waking up to the person who changed shifts in the middle of the night.

He Songbai was tense, he got up lightly and left his house carefully on tiptoe.

Unexpectedly, the person who came on duty in the middle of the night was Gu Gong, and He Songbai's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

Gu Gong was surprised when he saw He Songbai.

But when he saw the girl squatting at the door reading a book, his eyes were clear.

The reason why Gu Gong is called Gu Gong is not that his name is Gu Gong, but that he is the chief engineer of terrace construction, responsible for designing ditches, blasting, and terrace road planning.I heard that they are intellectuals transferred from City B, not locals, and they can speak fluent Mandarin.

He Songbai was so surprised that he was silent for a moment and asked, "How come?"

Gu Gong's crumpled face couldn't even squeeze out a bitter smile, and the smile on his brow corners grew deeper.He only said: "You go back to bed, young man."

With a trace of doubt in Zhao Lanxiang's eyes, He Songbai patted her on the shoulder, "Come on, I will send you back."

Zhao Lanxiang stayed in the middle of the night and was quickly sleepy. She quickly washed her face, rubbed her eyes and said good night to the man. She soon lay in bed and fell asleep.

...

On the valley floor, the youth sat in the concrete floor and chatted with the middle-aged people.

He Songbai rolled a straw and handed it over, "Smoke a bit, otherwise you won't work hard during the day."

Gu Gong looked at the black mountain range in the distance and sighed with emotion: "There are many hills and less cultivated land. Building terraces can expand the cultivated land area and increase food production."

He Songbai yawned silently.

Gu Gong continued: "But you belong to karst landforms. Although the groundwater source is rich, there are many rocks and caves. The main component is carbonate rock...%#@&"

He Songbai tried his best to chat with Gu Gong one by one, but after sitting for a while, he soon became dizzy.

He Songbai took a breath of smoke, and the refreshing smoke dipped into his throat, irritated and awake.He said lightly: "If you can't do so much work, you can take a lazy nap."

Gu Gong wiped his face in silence, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes deepened.

The author has something to say: In this era, speculation is illegal.

So as a farmer, Bo Ge's way of spoiling objects is ->

Help her work hard Help her work Help her work!

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Small theater one:

Xiangxiang reading a book outside

Brother Bo: Her back is so beautiful. I can watch this back all night.

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Small Theater II:

Gu Gong: "%#*&@!"

Brother Bo: As an honest farmer, I really want to interrupt him.

But he doesn't seem to understand what it means to play the piano with a cow. Forget it, let him say it.