Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Grandma let out a faint sound, turned her head and continued to stare 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 soft, 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, which is shiny and shiny, bite 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, and sipped 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. Those 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. Zhao Lanxiang brought brackish water from her home to replenish the water. The brackish 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 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 proudly said, "I think ‘a person’s life should be spent like this: when he recalls the past, he will not regret it because he spent his years, nor will he be ashamed of being 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 share it with you."

"‘Steel was tempered by fire and rapid cooling, so it’s hard and nothing to be afraid of. Our generation is also tempered by struggles and terrible tests, and learns not to succumb to life.’”

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

Her view 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 child be a legendary wanderer. 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 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 that one can see both?

She had 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 low voice: "Did you forget? I was at the He family. I once said his bad things in front of him and still 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 when you rest. Don't be too stupid."

Zhou Jiazhen nodded vigorously.

Zhao Lanxiang turned to deliver water to Sister He.

It was the start of Zhao Lanxiang's defense of the valley when the guys closed their work in the evening. It is not easy to get moldy when the grains exposed to the sun are collected in the warehouse, but some people must watch the field at night.

Zhao Lanxiang slept during the day and stayed in the middle of the night. There was another person to pick up her shift until the middle of the night. This job could not be too easy for her.

As night fell, Zhao Lanxiang listened to the sound of the frogs in the fields, and the sound of cicadas kept rising and falling in his ears. 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 Chengtian's words without a word, Zhao Lanxiang needs to look at it to catch her.

As the sky became darker, the dim light of the stars in the night sky became brighter. As long as Zhao Lanxiang raised her head, she could see the sky full of stars.

After a while, there was a sound of learning in 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 low 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 the night as a girl. I'll show you. You go back."

Zhao Lanxiang shook her head violently.

"You worked so hard during the day, and helped me stay vigil, like what! I won't go-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. A touch of mischief leaked from her brisk voice: "I am the first Spend the night with Brother Bo."

He Songbai, who was forced to sleep on the bed by a woman, had a trace 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 his ears listened carefully to every move outside.

A 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 water glowing 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, making him have the illusion of being tightly surrounded by women.

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

He Songbai was nervous, and 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 also 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 rumpled 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 have the energy to work 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 also many rocks and caves. The main component is carbonate rock...%#￥@&"

He Songbai tried his best to chat with Gu Gong one after another, 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, stimulating and sober again. 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 cows. Forget it, let him talk.