Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Zhao Lanxiang can think of the ridge that the man's heart traverses with his toes. It is like an invisible ruler that traverses his bottom line. He has his guts and pride, and he is unwilling to eat soft meals for women. He hoped that he could stand up to his mother-in-law and family like a good boy. He hopes that every grain he eats will be earned through his own efforts.

Zhao Lanxiang later understood his thoughts, so the delicious and delicious dishes on the dinner table were replaced with sweet potato and rice, and the fine food became wild rice bran without oil and water. She immediately followed to eat and showed him her determination to be able to work hard with him.

But now Zhao Lanxiang is unwilling to let him continue to eat bran chops. He is now like a tireless bull who sprinkles his whole blood on the crops. He urgently needs nutrition and something good to eat. She let him work harder, so it wasn't this desperate work.

She hoped that he would live a more active life, but did not expect him to go too far.

Zhao Lanxiang pulled the sleeve of the man, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Grandma gave me a note a few days ago. I don't quite understand what it means. Can you help me?"

She said that she took the crumpled note out of her pocket.

He Songbai was steaming with sweat all over his body, and the sweat was flowing down the dark hair. He smelled bad, but the woman who had just taken a shower was still leaning against him.

He Songbai is really helpless to her! Where have you seen such a sticky mother-in-law!

He Songbai was a bit worried for her, and at the same time felt very dry. He often feels guilty for his uncontrollable physiological response. He is a man with a guilty conscience.

He Songbai probably did not know that a woman not only did not dislike his sweat, but he was so masculine in her eyes at the moment. Although he sweated a lot, he loved cleanliness, bathed and changed clothes every day, and sloppy men Not the same.

Zhao Lanxiang pulled He Songbai's ears and asked him to carefully read the note left by her grandmother.

She said: "I suspect that Granny has left me a treasure. Let's... look for it now?"

He Songbai's hands wiping sweat were stuck in midair, and the deep, sharp eyes twitched uncontrollably.

He coughed lightly and said with some embarrassment: "My family is poor, where is there any treasure."

Zhao Lanxiang spread his hands and posted a note in front of his eyes to show him, "Otherwise, what do you think Granny wrote this sentence specifically? Do you want to accompany me tonight, if not, then I will go by myself." "

He suddenly turned his face and taught her fiercely, "Girls can't run around at night. Haven't your parents taught you?"

Zhao Lanxiang folded the note in his pocket and asked him seriously: "So this is not letting you go, are you going or not?"

After He Songbai had lost his temper, he saw that what was revealed in her eyes was bound to come. It was no good to take this fickle woman. Soon he took her shovel and followed her to the black horns.

Zhao Lanxiang slowly measured the distance of one hundred steps, shining the lush forest at the foot of the mountain with a flashlight.

"Acacia trees, acacia trees, where are there any acacia trees."

He Songbai looked around, suddenly squatted down, and looked around with his thumb. He touched the rough half of the wooden pier and took another photo with a flashlight. The wood pier that had been cut off was actually broken, and the sparse and dense growth rings were darkening under the light.

"I dug." He Songbai said.

Zhao Lanxiang continued to look elsewhere with a flashlight, "I'll go over there and see."

He Songbai pulled the woman running around, and her generous palms covered her head, "No need to go."

As he said he was digging up the soil with excitement, a small earth bag was quickly piled up in the open space next to it. Zhao Lanxiang held a flashlight to illuminate the man. He dug and dug a hard shovel and suddenly couldn't dig, and made a dull sound underneath.

The astonishment and excitement in the woman’s voice can’t be suppressed, “Hey, don’t dig anymore, it’s really found by you.”

He Songbai silently pulled out the hard object with a shovel.

This is a muddy box, and Zhao Lanxiang struggled to open it without any effort. For the time being, she couldn't see what it was, and opened it violently, ruining it.

He Songbai picked it up without being too dirty, and said dumbly: "Are you satisfied? Go back."

Zhao Lanxiang nodded, as she expected.

Back at the He family, Zhao Lanxiang hit a bucket of water and wash it carefully. The small box had its ugly shell removed, revealing its quaint and heavy appearance. The texture of the wood is delicate and solid, and there is a light fragrance.

This is... rosewood.

Without opening the box, Zhao Lanxiang felt that all the value of the treasure given by her grandmother was reflected in the wooden box. I saw a lock hanging on the wooden box, complicated and small, a pile of red sandalwood tangled together, constitutes a delicate and clever lock. If this wooden lock is forcibly destroyed, the beauty of the whole sandalwood box will be greatly damaged.

This is really an interesting box, very collectible, I don't know how much it is worth to sell it! However, this kind of thought, Zhao Lanxiang just thought for a moment, and soon dispelled.

This kind of retro treasure is worthless now, not only does it have no market, but it is a hot toy. What she can do is hold it tightly and store it.

He Songbai saw the box clearly, his eyebrows twitched invisible, he said lightly:

"Go to bed, there is no baby in it."

He began to push people away.

Zhao Lanxiang finally found this baby, where to go, and the man's expression at the moment is very intriguing. She unlocked the Luban lock on the box at an incredible speed, and flipped the box open with a "snap".

He Songbai wiped his face with his palm, very silent.

Zhao Lanxiang saw moisture-proof dry grass neatly spread inside, and took them out and dropped a small wishful lock, as well as several pieces of torn paper.

The Ruyi lock is small and delicate, the gold pieces are polished and shiny, and the tentacles are smooth.

The word "Bo" was written vaguely on it, engraved with Ding You and Bing Shen. At a glance, I know that this is a safety lock for children.

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help covering her mouth. Grandma actually took out the baby of her grandchildren and gave it to her.

She shook the tattered little book again, drawing the chubby little piglet with the tender strokes, writing crookedly, thinking, eating. There should be more exciting content behind, but-

Zhao Lanxiang glanced at He Songbai, the man's face was completely dark.

He said, "Don't read it."

Zhao Lanxiang held the Ping An lock in his palm and weighed it for a moment. Then he thoughtfully said, "This lock is a little heavy, and I should be able to buy a pig."

He Songbai put away the notebook and said stiffly: "Sleep, don't think so much."

Zhao Lanxiang shook her head. "You don't understand the meaning of Granny. She gave me the lock, just to let you both eat better. I will buy pork tomorrow. Can you eat boldly this time?"

She smiled and put this precious lock in her pocket, and her voice revealed a bit of teasing and teasing.

The time when Granny wrote her notes was just when she was "cutting food", what else is hard to understand. Granny wanted to make her grandchildren and granddaughter eat spicy and full-bodied.

So she took care of her "outsider".

She was not numb and indifferent, she just quietly looked at all these changes with her cloudy eyes. Grandma threw the ball of paper to her, both to make up and encourage.

Granny hopes she will continue to make good food, which makes Zhao Lanxiang feel guilty and relieved.

She feels that her feeding behavior will become a burden for He Songbai, but the head of the family has spoken, and Zhao Lanxiang still cares about guilt or guilt.

Granny said to continue to eat, then continue to eat. The value of her gold locks and rosewood is enough for these two sisters to eat a lot of delicious meals.

The next day, Zhao Lanxiang rushed to the store to queue up very early, and bought a fat pig's trotter with a meat ticket. An inch of greasy meat resembled snowflakes. Zhao Lanxiang picked the fat that He Songbai liked to eat the most. A braised pig's trotters quickly came to her mind.

Zhao Lanxiang held it with satisfaction and returned to He's home, cut the ginger, onion and garlic slices, frying the **** until golden on both sides, and the white sugar was sautéed into sugar to smudge the panties. A little bit out of it, the lard wrapped around the hoofbone gave birth to a scent.

Zhao Lanxiang put the red pig's trotters in a pottery bowl, add water to the pot, the bottom of the stove was steamed vigorously, and the steamed and fried hooves gradually became soft and rotten, and the red skin appeared a little oily . A chopstick poked down and pulled it back again. The chopsticks bitten by the meat made a "boom" sound, which was extremely sticky and slippery. At this time, she knew that the hoofbone was soft enough to be out of the pot, ensuring that the mouth could be full. The oil, the meat that melts in the mouth but not greasy, is fragrant and attractive.

She brought a bowl to the old man's house. The old man was sitting in a daze at the window. She found Zhao Lanxiang's figure, and the vicissitudes of her old face wrinkled.

"Give me something."

Zhao Lanxiang looked at her suspiciously.

Granny said indifferently: "You melted the gold lock and used it for money, and the comic book in the box was returned to me."

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but laugh, "That book was originally a comic book, but unfortunately it wasn't here with me and was taken away by He Erge."

She saw Grandma's eyes that suddenly and seriously looked at her. She paused and continued: "I saw a cypress on the golden lock. I thought it must be He Er's thing, so I gave it to him.

Zhao Lanxiang secretly exhaled, if the eyes of the old grandmother He Songbai would not be so sharp, she would be unable to hold back!

The author has something to say: small theater:

Brother Bo: Shameless and self-confident, she just wanted to be close to him, but he was thinking about another thing.