Bai Fumei in the 70’s

When Zhao Lanxiang hurried back to He's home, it was almost lunch time. However, He Songbai was not in the room, and the bed was empty. Zhao Lanxiang held a hot letter in his arms, and his heart was as hot as the rolling magma.

She wished to rush to the bullpen and win over Gu Huaijin. But she suppressed her anxiety, put down the letter, and patiently waited for He Songbai to return in the room.

She is very clear about her meaning to please Gu Huaijin, which is far less effective than He Songbai's "fawn". There is a way to buy a horse to look at your teeth and make friends.

He Songbai was unmotivated to deal with him, so he acted frankly and honestly. And she is motivated, and no matter how well she conceals her behavior, it is inevitable that she will take advantage of others. In particular, Gu Huaijin's social experience is already rich, and people who hit the blows in middle age are even more sensitive. He wasn't as fooling as Jiang Li's little girl who was not involved in the world.

In the past, Zhao Lanxiang treated Gu Huaijin like a passerby who met each other, and then she must continue to maintain this posture, even if it changes, it will not turn too fast.

Zhao Lanxiang waited for a long time and did not see He Songbai return. Looking at the sun, it was gradually rising, and he simply opened fire to cook.

The man came back today with a fan of ribs. Zhao Lanxiang made a rib sauce rice with soybeans. The rice grains and ribs were steamed in a cage. The dried lotus leaves that Zhao Lanxiang specially cooked in summer were put on the top and poured with rich and delicious black bean sauce . The steam of steam from the scent of water has the aroma of lotus leaf rice.

She deliberately came out with more food than usual, and played a little bit of care. When cooking, the window was slightly opened. After cooking, she swiftly put it up with her hands and feet, and wanted to yell at everyone for lunch.

But without thinking about it, she almost hit the man's hard chest.

He Songbai wiped the sweat between his foreheads and gasped.

"Have you eaten lunch so early?"

Zhao Lanxiang was relieved, "Are you hungry?"

"Dine, steamed pork ribs rice today, it's delicious."

He Songbai Lao Yuan could smell the rich meat flavor. The fermented soybeans that had been fermented with soybeans for a whole month, and the strong aroma after steaming could float out of the Lao Yuan. Not an exaggeration.

He Songbai had just moved Chai back several times and was hungry in his stomach.

He drew three large bowls out of the food served by the subject. The thick tempeh is steamed into tempeh mud and blended into the rice grains. The round beans are crunchy and salty, and each bite is salty. Today's rice is also unexpectedly delicious than usual.

The white rice is already a luxury fine grain for He Songbai, smooth and delicious, soft and fragrant. But today's rice seems to be fragrant into the bone marrow, and people can't eat enough.

He planed the rice with a big mouth, and said vaguely: "It's delicious, the rice is delicious."

The steamed rice with lotus leaves is of course fragrant, Zhao Lanxiang looked at the man.

"Don't eat too much, be careful to break it."

She watched her deliberately steaming a bowl of rice decrease at a rate that was visible to the naked eye, and was a little anxious. He Songbai's appetite was like a bottomless hole. Seeing that after eating three bowls and wanting to add rice, Zhao Lanxiang quickly stopped it.

"Eat more meat, how can you just eat."

He Songbai said in a vague way: "The meal is full, and it's not good to eat too much meat."

Then he carefully took the meat out of the bowl and put it in Zhao Lanxiang's bowl, and whispered:

"Silly mother-in-law."

"What else do you eat after I finish?"

Zhao Lanxiang listened and took out a clay pot to clamp the cured meat inside, and steamed an extra ball of pork belly rice.

After doing all this, she gave the ribs to He Songbai. "You are the biggest labor force in the family now.

Feeling warmed by the subject, He Songbai lived as if he had eaten Shan Zhenhai.

Zhao Lanxiang mentioned the matter of Tie Zhu.

"Tie Zhu gave me a few letters and asked me to give them to you."

She put the letters on the table, and He Songbai thrust them into her arms without looking.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "I heard that he is a very intellectual, and when I was cooking, I saw him...very pitiful." She paused for a moment.

He Songbai raised his head in surprise and asked, "He came to ask you if you want something to eat?"

The man's face was completely helpless.

Zhao Lanxiang said, "That's not true."

"He just looked and didn't speak."

He Songbai was not the first to see Gu Huaijin's long neck and looked at the chaifang.

Even if the firewood window was closed, he could not escape his sensitive nose. But he was quite handsome, and he just smelled it, never mentioned wanting to eat.

After He Songbai had finished eating, he filled half a spoonful of tempeh sauce and poured rice, and walked silently towards the cowshed.

Zhao Lanxiang quietly followed.

I saw the man pull out the letter in his arms and put it on the ground, pressing it with his rice bowl. After doing this, he came back without a word.

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but sigh for He Songbai.

What a piece of wood!

After He Songbai came back, he rubbed the subject's head, "Come on, what's so good about this?"

Zhao Lanxiang said seriously: "You go back and wash the dishes for me."

"I'm staring at you here, have you been found."

Although He Songbai is a bad guy, Gu Gong is a corrupter worse than He Songbai, a bad guy who can be transformed. When others saw him make friends with Gu Gong, the influence was not good.

He Songbai nodded, "Okay."

The subject was always thoughtful and careful.

However, He Songbai paused and said: "The bullpen is dirty and smelly. There are not many people who are willing to come. Just look and go back to eat. Your meal is not finished."

Zhao Lanxiang responded and drove the man back to wash the dishes.

She turned her head and stood on the edge of the house and looked far into the cowshed. The big sea bowl that the man put down lay on the ground motionless with clean chopsticks.

After a long time, the haystack heard a sound of learning. An embarrassed man crouched down to pick up his rice bowl and picked up a letter.

He slowly stirred up the rice with chopsticks. The tears in his eyes flowed down before the meal was eaten. He looked at the letter while eating, crying and laughing.

Zhao Lanxiang stood under the eaves and stiffened before leaving quietly.

The wind left her with a soft sigh.

...

In the afternoon, she took a bag of mango rolls and went to the secretary. Unexpectedly, the mother-in-law Li Cuihua received her with a smile. She took reading glasses and asked Zhao Lanxiang: "Student boy, can you help me see what I wrote above?"

Zhao Lanxiang took it and looked at it. Two lines of eight characters were written side by side on the red paper. She picked important things and said:

"The male, the female and the female are high in spirit, and the husband and wife have a long lifespan."

Li Cuihua was even happier after listening. She repeated this sentence several times. After asking Zhao Lanxiang, she took a note and grabbed Zhou Jiazhen to ask. Then Zhao Lanxiang realized that the captain's mother was originally to show off.

Zhou Jiazhen glanced helplessly at Zhao Lanxiang, reading a note and saying, "The male, the female and the female are high in spirit, and the husband and wife have a long lifespan."

Li Cuihua only let Zhou Jiazhen go.

Zhao Lanxiang went to Zhou Jiazhen's house. Li Cuihua picked up two pieces of oil cake and gave it to two people. She said with a smile: "Eat, eat, and get a little happy."

A piece of oil cake is rare, and anything that consumes oil is rare.

Zhou Jiazhen ate in a hurry.

Zhou Jiazhen said: "The captain of the brigade wants to ask his wife-in-law."

"It's the second daughter-in-law of Li Zhishu."

Zhao Lanxiang pursed her lips and remembered the appearance of the second daughter-in-law of the branch secretary. She looked ordinary, hardworking, and extremely motivated to work, but she was not very clever. She liked to talk to the elderly mother-in-law in the village.

"It's good, just delaying him for too long."

Zhao Lanxiang revealed a pity in her voice.

Although Li Dali was in charge of the production team, his family was in a bad mood. He owed a lot of debt. It was only last year that the famine was paid off, and he was too old to say pro.

Zhou Jiazhen seemed to be the roundworm in Zhao Lanxiang's heart, and seemed to misinterpret her meaning. She pinched Zhao Lanxiang.

"What are you thinking about? Captain Li is only twenty-four years old this year.

Zhao Lanxiang didn't speak anymore, just took a few pieces of mango brought by him and distributed them to Zhou Jiazhen.

Zhou Jiazhen took it by surprise, looking at such a beautiful cake, he was not willing to talk. She bit softly and gave a sweet mouth.

She said: "It's delicious, you came just right. I think I want to give you something."

After Zhou Jiazhen finished speaking, he took a thing from his cabinet carefully and carefully, and wrapped it carefully with paper.

In fact, looking at the appearance, it seems that there is no difference between the package and the package.

Zhou Jiazhen said: "Remember to play its role, don't let it fall."

Zhao Lanxiang asked Zhou Jiazhen for permission and opened the package. A notebook wrapped in cowhide caught her eye, with excellent workmanship and good texture. The thick one could be used for many years.

"I like it very much, it costs you a lot."

She opened the book and asked Zhou Jiazhen to write a message for her.

Zhou Jiazhen wrote in a pencil: "Steel is tempered by fire and rapid cooling, so it can be hard and not afraid of anything."

Zhao Lanxiang smiled when she saw this sentence. Zhou Jiazhen was really a fan of steel. She looked around and asked:

"Is Jiang Li not here?"

Zhou Jiazhen said: "She should have gone to the county to add food and meat, and will be back soon."

Zhao Lanxiang sat on the bed of Zhou Jiazhen and chatted with her for a while. Under Zhou Jiazhen's pillow was the book sent by Zhao Lanxiang.

At this time, the cover of the book had been rolled out slightly, and I did not know how many times it was turned over by Zhou Jiazhen in my free time.

Zhao Lanxiang felt very warm in her own heart, which was cherished and cherished.

She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a paragraph of words to Zhou Jiazhen.

"Help me pass this on to Jiang Li."

Zhou Jiazhen responded.

Jiang Li didn't come back until late in the evening. She read Zhao Lanxiang's note and took the mango roll to eat it. After eating enough, she wiped her mouth to work.

She pulled a piece of letter paper and wrote: "Brother: Zhan Xinjia. I secretly told you that the box of mango rolls was actually given to me by Zhao Lanxiang and told you to work hard in the army and work hard wholeheartedly. For an early promotion. Also: At the end of the month, our supplies are scarce."

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Bo Ge: Work well in the army? Working hard wholeheartedly? Fight for an early promotion?

Xiangxiang: Poke his heart and lungs, remind him not to remember me

Brother Bo: You actually asked Jiang Li to give him the box of mango rolls?

Xiangxiang: (cough) strategically paralyze the enemy

Brother Bo: You don't need to say, go back and kneel... kneel in my arms

Xiangxiang: "..."