Bai Fumei in the 70’s

"Originally, you also had a chance. You have a high culture and good relationships. If the people vote, you will certainly have your share. The leader is standing here. What are you doing just now?"

Zhou Jiazhen was both indignant and sorry.

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help crying, because it still happened.

But she thought about it carefully. It seemed that Jiang Li didn't go to university before long.

The so-called workers, peasants, and soldiers are also called workers, peasants, and soldiers. They are local students who are selected from workers, farmers, and the People's Liberation Army, and then returned to production after receiving several years of school education.

But looking at Zhou Jiazhen who was sorry, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help comforting: "It's okay, I don't care."

She really did not envy the college students of the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers, and had never thought of running for this place.

Zhao Lanxiang knew that the 77-year college entrance examination resumed. Since then, there is no need for local recommendation to go to college. You can still go to college through your own efforts.

Although there are many outstanding talents among the workers, peasants, soldiers and college students. The same students who finished college, but because of the increasing phenomenon of going backdoors, the selection is recommended. The quality of the students is uneven, so that the qualifications of the workers, peasants and soldiers are not recognized. One is recommended to go to college, and the other is admitted to college by its own strength. It is needless to say which one is more convincing.

The "workers, peasants, soldiers and trainees", the sweets and other people, grabbed their heads and broke the blood, but it was not so attractive to Zhao Lanxiang. But for now it is a very bright avenue that jumps out of rural household registration and eats commercial grain. In order to grab such a place, the price paid by ordinary people is so unimaginably heavy.

She took a sip of water and said with a smile: "Of course, this opportunity must be reserved for people who are struggling and have a positive effect. I dare to think about this "negative"."

Zhou Jiazhen yelled, then silenced for a long time before saying: "I dare not think about it."

Zhao Lanxiang touched her dry hair, and Xing's eyes flashed: "Although I was also expected to be elected, it is worth persevering to study. Even if I don't have a college degree now, my dream will one day. Achieved."

"The road is tortuous and the future is bright."

Zhou Jiazhen grabbed Zhao Lanxiang's ponytail and smiled and scolded: "Bah, ah, yeah, they are all old girls who dare to think about studying at university."

Zhao Lanxiang handed the kettle to Zhou Jiazhen, "Come on a sip of water and wait to work."

After the noon break, everyone started to work again. Zhao Lanxiang raised her head to dig up the soil and learned to dig the trenches to plan the soil. She worked slowly and everyone else finished her work. She was still slow Swallow it.

Suddenly Zhou Jiazhen shoved Zhao Lanxiang's arm and asked in surprise: "Look, how did that second-in-law come?"

Zhao Lanxiang raised his head, He Songbai somehow came down from the mountain, standing behind her at the moment.

He said, "My work is done."

Zhao Lanxiang said: "After you finish your work, you will finish it. What are you doing here?"

She squeezed her lips and pressed the upward angle of her lips.

He Songbai said: "My sister let me come and help you work."

Zhao Lanxiang's hand gripped his head tightly, and the smile filled the corners of his lips also faded.

"Oh, I would like to thank my elder sister for caring about me...but she helped me once in the morning, but it was not used in the afternoon."

He Songbai heard that the thick black eyebrows were intertwined.

As if in the heart of a man, thinking about how a woman is such a troublesome creature at the moment, Zhao Lanxiang leaned her head over, holding her head and bending over to raise the soil.

He Songbai quickly glanced around his eyes, lowering his voice and saying, "You are weak, don't try to be brave, just wait for me when there are more people. I can't help you."

After he finished talking, he grabbed the head of Zhao Lanxiang, pulled it to the other side, and bent over himself to dig up the soil. His **** fell into the ground, and the soil around him splashed up and down. The woman had to spend an entire afternoon doing the work, and he finished it in half an hour. The pit was dug deep and neatly, and the planed soil was neatly stacked in two lanes.

He Songbai sweated between his foreheads. He said: "I will come to help you and obey this time later."

After he had dropped the sentence, he left, and his soft voice drowned in the wind.

The word "obedient" made Zhao Lanxiang suddenly stunned.

Old men often hang these two words in their mouths, and every time they say the word gently, his face is endlessly indulgent. She finally found a little bit of similarity between them.

Zhao Lanxiang touched his thumping heart.

Zhou Jiazhen couldn't help but screamed in surprise. In her consciousness, only the people who dealt with the object would do their work in such a fair and honest manner.

Zhao Lanxiang hurriedly covered her mouth and said, "The sisters of the He family are very nice. You should not be prejudiced against them."

Zhou Jiazhen was as shocked as he heard the gossip. She said: "You have also been deceived by them. The people who are close to Zhu are red and the people who are black are black. This old saying is true."

Zhao Lanxiang also said: "I believe what I see and feel, not blindly believe the gossip. You live in the branch secretary, usually picking up housework for their family, and the rent is also given on time. Will people come to work for you?"

Zhou Jiazhen has a few words, "They are busy people, where are they free to do these tasks."

However, Zhao Lanxiang said: "The secretary's house does not have to worry about eating or eating enough. The sisters of the He family do not have to work, so they will be hungry, but they still chose to help me finish the job. "

Zhou Jiazhen didn't speak.

Zhao Lanxiang sighed and said, "Work."

Zhou Jiazhen said: "Good!"

The next day, although Zhao Lanxiang was very unwilling, He Songbai came to her job on time. The old educated youths finished watching the pit she and Zhou Jiazhen dug together, and couldn't help but praise it.

Zhou Jiazhen was so embarrassed by this praise, she didn't want to admit it, she had to admit it, she was also exposed to Zhao Lanxiang's light.

Because He Lao Er came to help Zhao Lanxiang, she dug her by the way.

Zhao Lanxiang saw that He Songbai was so hard, and he was not happy, so he went to the store to buy meat on the weekend and bought diligently, supplying him with oil and water every three weeks.

The people in the village are envious, and the He family is really blessed!

Since the female educated youth from that city lived in the He family, the He family also followed the dip, eating meat and meat, and eating food and food. They were as thin as African refugees. They ate like a "European" in the village.

Everyone is also tired like a dog, but when you go back home, you eat it. The food is still sweet potatoes and beans, and their faces are green. And this scented, vivid contrast is the most painful.

They couldn't chew on the door for food, and they were forced to smell the smell every day. Who made many of them still approved. The main force of the Douhe family, the relationship has never been repaired over the years.

Want to beg for meat?

They still have to cheer on their faces. How could these good ingredients make them bow their heads to those bad elements for these stuttering?

So they can only close the door at the meal, give full play to their imagination, imagine the sweet potato and bean money rice in the bowl as meat, and happily smell the meat in the air to eat every meal.

Hey! That Zhao Zhiqing didn't know what he was doing, how could it be so fragrant, so fragrant every day! If Zhao Zhiqing came to his house, it would be perfect! Since the bad elements of the He family could soak up, they couldn't even drink a little rice soup.

As a result, He Songbai went to work for Zhao Lanxiang one day, and when they were hit by the same team, these people seemed to have caught the catharsis vent, and they caught people's painful feet all day long.

Sister He's ears were very clean. She was also deaf. She shouted in front of her with a broken throat, and she could not hear a word. Chewing the tongue in front of her was a waste of energy, and was full of panic.

It's just that He Songbai is pitiful, the "care" he has suffered is double, and his ears have never been cleaned.

"The female doll is handsome, and gives Lang to eat meat, and gives Lang Nuan..."

"Shut up." He Songbai said softly, his mute voice threatened.

The man sang again in front of He Songbai with more excitement. The person who sang smoothly was called Wang Xizi. He was poor and sloppy. He was still in his thirties and couldn't get along with his wife. , A pair of muddy eyes bloomed with strange light, excited and excited.

Others booed and laughed loudly.

"He's second family is so poor that there are only two broken houses left, and even thieves are reluctant to go through the door. I don't know if I can take a **** and take photos as if I am worth the cultural people from other cities..."

Wang Xiuzi became more proud, and even shook his head and sang those two sentences. He Songbai shook his head away, and casserole-like fists greeted Wang Xiuzi like a meteor.

On this day, Zhao Lanxiang didn't have to wait for He Songbai to dig trenches and pour rubble.

When the sun was setting, He Sanya ran to Zhao Lanxiang with two tears in her eyes. "Sister, can I see my elder brother? He has a lot of blood."

He Sanya pointed in that direction, her nose shed tears. Zhao Lanxiang immediately dropped the cart and ran to He Songbai's work place. She saw a pool of blood flowing on the ground, and the whole body's blood was coagulated. She finally calmed down and grabbed a person to ask what happened.

After inquiring about the ins and outs, she ran back to the old house of He's house and hurriedly pushed open the door of He Songbai's room. I saw that in the dimly lit room, the man was lying on the bed with only a short black hair under the cover. There was a smell of medicinal oil in the air, pungent and strong.

Zhao Lanxiang walked over and saw that the person was still lying down, and the dampness in his eyes closed.

She asked casually: "Oh, this time is too busy. I haven't had time to ask, is your leg better?"

"I want to see your legs."

He Songbai grabbed the quilt and said lightly, "It's alright."

Zhao Lanxiang lifted the thin quilt on his body, and looked up and down the wounds on his body. The wheat-colored chest was covered with scales and bruises. Many places even exuded purple scars. He was deep. A blood scar coagulated on the corner of the sharp eyebrow, and blood flowed all the way to the cheek. It looks terrible.

She gently pressed his skin with her fingers.

The man screamed immediately, and Zhao Lanxiang said, "Should I deserve to fight?"

He Songbai frowned, sore with pain, even the nerves were numb, and he couldn't think about anything else. He said hoarsely: "Talk nonsense, the lesson."

Zhao Lanxiang found more medicine from his room, washed his wounds with alcohol, and applied medicine to him. Finally, he said lightly: "No nonsense."

The mild medicine brought a solace to the hot wound, and the numb wound hurt like a loss of consciousness at the moment. He Songbai's hissing and halting sound paused, at this moment he could free up excess energy to think about when the woman beside him leaned over and sat next to him, and when he bent down to touch him carefully Her chest, and how her whole body seemed to sit in his arms, how untimely it was.

Close to him, he could grab the breath from her mouth between his breaths. The uninjured hand touched her warm and soft plumpness, quietly in the dark room, and the visual weakness enhanced other feelings. keen. He could even smell the faint fragrance of her from a pungent smell.

"What, what?"

He Songbai pulled back his hand stiffly as if he were being burned.

Zhao Lanxiang blinked and said seriously: "He didn't talk nonsense."

The pair of clear apricot eyes were like autumn water, tender and charming, blinking He Songbai's eyelids, his temples hurt painfully.

She smiled and held his retreating hand, the slim body pressed closer to him, He Songbai's lips were soft and wet, and her head suddenly became blank, only to feel that the whole person was thundered and covered The scalding is like lava and it is about to explode.

The author has something to say: I'm exhausted, you can no longer call me short Xiaojun.

Monday V, everyone supports me a lot, I will become more diligent and diligent, and I will feed and feed you every day~

Bo Ge's little wolf dog journey is about to start, come and buy a ticket and get on the bus ^_^