Bai Fumei in the ’70s

"Leave tomorrow to do it again, these activities are not in a hurry."

He Songye raised his head and continued to sew and sew without caring.

"It\'s okay, finish it early, feel at ease."

She seemed to be a warrior, and she had to grind her teeth to drive the task out without sleeping or eating or drinking.

Suddenly Zhao Lanxiang felt that a potion had been applied too hard.

She coughed lightly and hurried to elder sister to eat.

"Don\'t do it, spend kerosene at night, so much time for you during the day."

Sister He didn\'t care, only stopped when she heard "Fei Dengyou", "Do it for a while."

Zhao Lanxiang paused and said, "You did it in a hurry, and it was too poor. Others refused to ask for it, but asked me to post the cloth to pay him. Where can I have money to pay?"

Sister He listened and stopped her hands and feet in horror and put down the cloth.

Zhao Lanxiang bent her lips and patted her shoulder and said, "You just got started, don\'t be too hasty, follow me slowly, you can do the work quickly with two people."

That being said, Zhao Lanxiang carefully reviewed the achievements of Sister He.She makes small parts like sleeves and collars, which are simple but very patient.Sister He sewed it step by step according to what she taught. She did not miss the wrong stitch. Even if something went wrong, she cut the stitches and sewed it again. The quality was not bad.

When Sister He left Zhao Lanxiang\'s house, she still felt terrified and patted her head straight.

If she accidentally breaks it, she can\'t afford someone else\'s cloth!

Zhao Lanxiang came out of the window probe and stared at the back of Sister He. She only thought that it would be a process to gradually change Sister He\'s thoughts, and she had to take it slowly.But she sometimes has time to grind slowly. The trick of boiling frogs in warm water is too familiar to her.

The dark sky leaked the scattered starlight, and the moonlight spread the frost on the ground.Qiu cicada whispered, fascinating and sleepy.

The full-fledged Zhao Lanxiang yawned and stared dumbly at the closed door and window of He Songbai.

It\'s so late... He Songbai still didn\'t come back, where did he go?

Zhao Lanxiang didn\'t know what he was working on lately, only that he must have changed another work plan, and this work plan seems to be more busy than before.

This was probably inferred from Zhao Lanxiang\'s erratic whereabouts. Before all, Zhao Lanxiang knew that he came out day and night. He didn\'t sleep at night to go to the pig farm to split the pigs.

But this time it was even more confused.

Zhao Lanxiang lay on the bed and took the time to read a few pages of the book with light. She looked drowsy, and finally she tilted her head to sleep for most of the night.

Zhao Lanxiang taught people how to make clothes for the afternoon. When Sister He was doing it beside her, she also worked hard and was really tired.

When she woke up again, she noticed a slight ray of light shining through the door of He Songbai\'s house diagonally across from him. During the silent night, the tiny wooden bed in his house was overwhelmed by squeaks.

Zhao Lanxiang jumped up and walked over to knock on He Songbai\'s door.

She smelled a faint smell floating in the air.

The man in the room heard the knock on the door, and he felt a little stunned. He didn\'t expect it to be deeper in the middle of the night. The subject was still asleep, and he changed clothes faster.

He jumped around the bed with his old clothes and jumped off the bed in three steps and opened the door in two steps.A pair yawned sleepily and asked unexpectedly, "Is something wrong?"

"It\'s very late. Let\'s talk about something tomorrow and go to bed."

Zhao Lanxiang asked suspiciously: "Why did you come back so late?"

He Songbai Zhizhiwuwu, who didn\'t want to confess to her or even deceive her, had to be silent.The bad thing he did was so serious that he had to go to jail.He didn\'t expect to be able to keep hiding, but it was still good to be able to hide before he stabilized.

He went to the black market a while ago to make money, didn\'t she ask him what he did?

Holding this "lucky" psychology, He Songbai narrowed his eyes and pretended to be a thirsty sleeper.He shoved the woman in a perfunctory tone: "I\'ll be back long ago!"

"Just woke up at night just to release a hand."

Zhao Lanxiang pushed him and squeezed into the room.

She tucked her waist and said, "Do you want me to figure it out, or do you confess to me?"

He Songbai did not speak.

Zhao Lanxiang paused and said, "You still have the smell of pig\'s feces! The fart. The shares haven\'t been cleaned yet, and I want to hide me."

He Songbai heard the rude words that came out of the subject\'s mouth. He couldn\'t help but twitched the corners of his eyes, and his brain was hurt.

He murmured: "What do the girls say about pig shit and fart."

Zhao Lanxiang couldn\'t help but glared at Songbai with a squinted eyebrow.

He Songbai\'s ears blushed suspiciously under her glare.

He rubbed her head and begged her mercilessly: "Don\'t ask."

"I\'ll tell you when you should know, ah?"

His tail rose slightly, and his rough voice was thick and hoarse, as if he had talked a lot all day, revealing the fatigue he couldn\'t hide.

Suddenly Zhao Lanxiang didn\'t want to ask.

She groaned, looked at him deeply, put it down again and put it down, and finally said only:

"You haven\'t eaten yet, I\'ll warm you porridge in the pot!"

He Songbai also knew that the humble flicker just now could not stand, could not scorn her, and because of the hunger that could not hold his stomach, he followed her to the chalet.

Zhao Lanxiang sprinkled the pre-cut pieces of minced meat into the porridge with chopsticks. The white porridge rolled a little, and she came out.

This is not the same as the hot porridge in the pot that she said. She made up her mind to have dinner with him.

I don\'t know how long she waited.

When He Songbai saw it, he felt inexplicably complicated, his heart warmed up again, and a rush of heat came up.

"Your mother-in-law is so stupid, I broke my hand or the bowl of porridge still won\'t cook?"

Zhao Lanxiang glanced at him and didn\'t want to talk to him.

She greeted the man to sit down. He Songbai was drinking porridge. He was really sleepy at night, but he was really sleepy, but took a few sips of porridge. Stomach.

He Songbai suddenly returned a little sober.

"Fish?"

Zhao Lanxiang nodded vigorously.

"Yes, today the brigade put the dry river water to fish, and the vigorous younger brother Daniel specially carried a big fish to the door."

After Li Dali was injured, members of the public voted democratically and decided to agree to Li Daniu as the captain of the big team. However, Li Dali returned from the ghost gate, and Daniel returned the position he shouldered to his brother, only to say to his brother. For the time being.

"It\'s rare to eat such fresh fish, so you should eat more while it\'s hot!"

He Songbai buried his head again, and had a few mouthfuls of porridge to drink. There was not much bowl of ground porridge. He ran out in three or two.

The meaning is still unfinished, and the billowing fillets are thin as cicada wings, tender and smooth, as if they have just been dyed, and they have been hot and solidified by the remaining temperature of the porridge before they are formed.The juice from the tender yellow ginger is blended into the porridge, leaving a warm spicy, blended with the umami of fish.

He Songbai just whispered in his heart that the lady-in-law specially cooked the porridge for him. He was a little silly. After drinking, he couldn\'t help but screamed for another bowl, but she only glanced lightly.

"Gone!"

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Detective Xiang: I know he wants to raise pigs, but I don\'t debunk him

Xinxubai: I can hide it for a while, well, that\'s it, perfect~

Lifetime Jun: "............"