You Are My Rare Passion

Second-bedroom apartments are not acceptable.

The second cousin's two cousins ​​and one cousin were all taught bad things by her second aunt. They were as cunning as her second aunt, and none of them were good.

Today is the weekend and the children at home do not go to school.

After lunch, we all went to the fields.

Children in the village are like this. When they are not in class, they have to go to the fields to earn work points.

The adults are given ten centimeters, and the children are given five centimeters. It doesn’t matter how much or how little they do, so more and more people are lazy and cheating, less and less food is grown, and less and less food is distributed to each household. , life is getting harder and harder.

When the food was distributed, everyone had a sad face, saying that there was not enough food to eat. When it came to growing food, no one except the villagers were willing to put in the effort.

The land is the most honest.

If the people who cultivate the land don't take care of it carefully, it will not be in the mood to reward the people who cultivate the land, and the yield will not be as good as the previous year.

Xiaoman also worries sometimes.

I don’t know how long this kind of “big pot rice” will last. If one day the household responsibility system is implemented, life will definitely be easier.

But she has compared it, and found that the names of countries, cities, and people in this world are different from her previous world.

So, this is a country that has never existed in her world before.

How will this world develop in the future? Like everyone else in this world, she has a dark eye and doesn't know anything.

The only thing she can do is work hard, take good care of her family, and live each day well.

She has not recovered yet and did not go to the ground in the afternoon.

Her fourth aunt inevitably started chirping outside again, but she opened the window and yelled at her a few times. Her fourth aunt blushed and had a thick neck, so she slammed the door and went into the house.

Xiaoman closed the window and muttered: "It's true that dogs can't change what they eat!"

Ye Yusi, who was holding Xiao Fu Tuan'er to sleep, chuckled, "Didn't you say you should ignore her?"

"Anyway, it's just idle time," Xiaoman said, "Tell her a few words and have some fun."

Ye Yusi chuckled and shook her head, lowered her head and patted the little futuan'er, and sang a lullaby softly.

Xia Xiaoman narrowed his eyes happily.

Her mother sings so beautifully!

If she were in the world of her previous life, she would definitely be able to praise her mother as the Queen of Sweet Songs!

In this rural area in the 1960s, she could actually have a mother who was beautiful, temperamental, knowledgeable, and could sing so well. God really loves her so much!

She closed the window, climbed onto the kang, let Xia Hengzhi lie down, and massaged Xia Hengzhi's legs.

"Forget it, Xiaoman, the hospital said it can't be cured, so don't waste your efforts." Xia Hengzhi couldn't bear to let his daughter suffer because of him, a loser.

"Dad, you are a grown man, why don't you have a positive attitude at all?" Xia Xiaoman ignored his refusal, forcefully pressed him on the bed, and massaged her dad according to the method she learned from the book left by her grandfather. Legs, "Dad, it is written in the book that you must massage them every day so that the muscles in your legs will not atrophy. Otherwise, even if there is a way to treat your legs in the future, your legs will not be cured."

Xia Hengzhi shook his head: "The best doctor I have ever seen..."

The doctor said that the nerve in his leg was injured and he would never recover in this life...

"Dad, have you forgotten what I said? Times are progressing, and so will medical skills!" Xia Xiaoman massaged her father while doing ideological work: "Dad, look at this world, many things are created from scratch. , the same goes for treating diseases. Smallpox was not cured before, right?"