Bai Fumei in the 70’s

He was a little afraid of He Songbai.

Tie Zhu asked: "What are you doing, Bo?"

He Songbai pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time before saying, "You will know by then."

His eyes deepened uncontrollably, and the blackness was like a fierce vortex...

In fact, the day He Songbai picked him up, he pushed the car home, carrying a wooden box deep and shallow, and came home.

Junko said with Song Songbai: "Let's kill the pig farm!"

He panted breathlessly, vigilantly like a startled bird, and pulled He Songbai into the bushes with a sullen face.

"I came to you specially!"

"You didn't go to work today, I'm afraid you don't know what to believe, and tomorrow I will go to the pig farm to be silly."

He Songbai's face flooded with complex emotions.

Straight said quite sadly: "I'm afraid the pig farm can't keep it."

"Master He said that the day after tomorrow, we will kill all the pigs. After earning the last trip, we will not wash our hands."

When Junzi mentioned the place name, he tapped the palm of He Songbai and wrote it down.

He Songbai read it and nodded clearly.

Shunzi is also an old man on a pig farm. He hasn't made a lot of money in these years. His family followed him, and he was also frightened with him. That was really the whole family sent out together. If today's companions were not alert, I'm afraid everyone had already squatted in the jail for dinner.

Shun Zi also said: "But there are three lords caught, Brother Zhang is busy appeasing a few family members, let the lords feel at ease to go to jail, don't sell us! Hey, it's really unlucky, I did a lot The pig farm of the year was down. This is not the trouble we have caused ourselves..."

He Songbai said: "Everyone is fine."

Shunzi said in an indignant way: "I'll go find some other lords and tell them that they won't come from the net..."

"Go quickly." He Songbai patted Shun Zi's shoulder.

...

In the evening, He Songbai rode a bicycle to the appointed place.

The men drank together a bowl of white wine, a high concentration of alcohol, which made these men's blood swell, warm and full of work.

He Songbai chopped a dozen pigs in total, the workload was three times as much as usual, and he was busy from more than ten o'clock in the evening until the next day was slightly bright. After hacking, he looked like he was fishing out of the water.

The temporary pig-killing farm that Master He was looking for was soaked with pig blood. After killing hundreds of adult pigs, everyone was tired.

Master He wrapped a red envelope and handed it to the master who killed the pigs.

"Tomorrow I'm still busy. I've worked hard for you in the past few days. After finishing this last vote, we'll go to each place. We should go home and farm, home and farm, and retire.

So He Songbai went to the temporary pig farm for several days in a row, and the pigs killed became smaller and smaller, and his life gradually relaxed.

Towards the end, He Songbai pulled Master He and said, "The remaining suckling pigs are too small to kill, and it is not worth a few dollars."

Master He touched his head and realized: "He Er, do you want it?"

Three or four months old pigs are barely half the weight of the slaughtered pigs, and they don’t have much meat. It’s a pity to kill them, but Master He can’t find anyone to take over. Pig farming is bitter and tiring, and there are **** examples of being caught in jails. Old people who earn enough money do not want to do it. They kill the pigs and sell the last batch of meat as soon as possible, and go home to enjoy the happiness.

He Songbai nodded.

He asked: "I don't know how many heads there are, how to sell them, and I don't have much money in my hands."

Master He thought about it for a while, and He Songbai spent a lot of time in the pig farm. Master He knew that he was a complete poor kid. It had not been a few days since his family had doubled. Where could he get the money?

But he admired the courage that He Songbai dared to do. He said: "You are also the person introduced by Brother Zhang."

"It stands to reason to give you some face, but I don’t like giving face to others, and it’s more useful to work hard in my place. It’s more honest for you in the past few months, I give you Half of the money is on credit, and you can make up the rest by yourself. I still have a few pigs here, a hundred suckling pigs, and sows too. They are about to give birth."

"You can't eat so much by yourself. You can see if there are people who are willing to work with you. You are still a novice, inexperienced. It is better to pull a few old people with you."

He Songbai nodded and asked Master He: "Do you still want to go on?"

Master He shook his head.

He Songbai asked how much money he got in total. Master He said that for He Songbai, it is tantamount to astronomical figures.

Master He smiled and said, "You can't drive half of the pig farm."

"The remaining half is set aside for pig farming. When the pigs in the first column come out, the money rolls in. The more money you earn, the more you are willing to work and the easier it is to earn."

He Songbai nodded in silence.

Carrying the astronomical figure in his heart, he stepped on a bicycle across the dark mountain road, and the cool mountain breeze passed by his ear.

This time the return journey is the same as countless sleepless nights in the past. The body is tired, but the heart is full.

Spiritual satisfaction makes his body shaped like steel. He stared into the dark bottomless gully, looking at the lilac moon, and his heart gave birth to infinite hope and returned to peace. The cold mountain breeze cooled his fevered head, and He Songbai shivered and wiped his face.

This huge sum of money did not make enough money to sell him or his family.

But the opportunity is in front of him, seducing him to catch it, and catch it desperately!

...

Early morning, dawn.

On the weekend, Zhao Lanxiang, who didn't need to work, got up late.

Wu Gong and Sun Gong are very different from others. He is a slow man, and the project is progressing slowly, so everyone’s work is not heavy, and the work points are cut. He can earn eight work points per day. This is also very good. After the autumn harvest, and after finishing the autumn planting, it is now a farming slack period. There are not many work points that members can earn every day. Eight work points are just enough.

However, Zhao Lanxiang found that He Songbai was "lazy" and did not know what fresh work he was looking for, which was even more tiring than before.

When he tilted his head and closed his eyes, he could immediately fall asleep and slept like a pig.

She did not wake him up until almost noon.

Zhao Lanxiang carried the porridge and put it on his table and quickly slipped out of his room.

He Songbai got enough sleep, and immediately saw the porridge on the table.

After washing and eating the porridge in silence, he calculated the remaining money in his hands and added the money saved by his grandmother.

He Songbai went to Granny's house and asked, "Is there any gold in my house to dig?"

Granny sat up slowly, her voice broken like sandpaper, hoarse and old.

"Nothing!"

"Are you short of money?"

The old man asked.

He Songbai nodded.

"I want to spend some money and seek other livelihoods."

Granny groaned, "There is no more gold, there are a lot of broken stones."

"What kind of jade, agate, inkwell..."

He Songbai heard this, and his heart completely dispelled this expectation.

He said: "Grandma, how much money is left here, give me a little."

Granny heard the grandson say this and called him to take out the spittoon. Except for leaving a part for household use, all the money was given to the grandson.

She said: "You take this debt to urge debt, if that person is still alive, if you can get it back, you will have money, if you don't come back, you will have no money. In fact, we are not without money..."

She took out her husband's relics together with the owed strips, and withstood the erosion for so many years, the white paper was too brittle and yellow and rotten.

He Songbai's silent eyes crossed a trace of light, and he took the box carefully and put a box in his pocket.

"I'll go to debt collection, thank you grandma. If I make enough money, I'll go to beg my wife and give you a big fat boy hug."

Grandma's gully face smiled with a chrysanthemum.

There were longings in her eyes, and she scorned her grandson angrily: "Don't be foolish, go earn your money."

He Songbai received the debt, and the debt was owed to the Lord. He thought for a while, packed up his luggage decisively, rolled his clean clothes on both sides, and was ready to go on the road.

Zhao Lanxiang originally wanted to take advantage of him to go to the black market on the weekend, and ran out of money, but was caught off guard by the news that he was going far.

"How many days are you going?"

He Songbai shook his head, "I don't know, but I will be back soon."

Upon hearing it, Zhao Lanxiang felt that he had to go out for several days. It was too late for him to prepare something to eat on the road. She asked again, "Where is it, is it far?"

He Songbai said: "S City, an old friend that Granny had recognized before...I went to visit."

What old friend must visit at this time? Zhao Lanxiang's thin brows twisted up.

Combined with the work he had just lost the pig farm a few days ago, she quickly asked: "Are you going to borrow money?"

He Songbai shook his head, "Just visiting old friends, don't worry about it."

He was reluctant to disclose the fact of debt collection to the subject. He mentioned that debt collection must involve the purchase of piglets. It is better for her to know the risk of getting a new pig farm so risky.

But then again, the subject is so sticky, I'm afraid it won't be hidden for long.

Zhao Lanxiang quickly said: "I want to go too, take me with me."

"I'll buy a watch by the way, and my face cream."

She first grabbed people: "You do your business, I will not interfere with you. I will buy my things."

He Songbai looked at the clear eye of the subject, where there was a very firm gaze, his brain was painfully vague, what should he do except take her.

He said in disobedience: "Go to open two introduction letters and say in advance, this time you have to open two rooms."

Zhao Lanxiang responded happily, she and He Songbai went to the bullpen, and Gu Gong explained that they were going to S City.

Gu Gong's "title" has been restored. As an engineer, he can open a letter of introduction to purchase materials to He Songbai and incidentally added a sentence to get the hotel where he stayed.

Gu Huaijin was not willing to let Zhao Lanxiang go out, it was for his welfare meal every day.

He reluctantly said to Zhao Lanxiang: "You have to come back early."

"It's only been a few days since I came back, and I wanted to run outside. The girl's heart was wild!"

Zhao Lanxiang put the introduction letter into the bag with a smile, and paused: "By the way, bring you some delicious specialties over there."

Gu Gong suddenly said nothing.

He Songbai patted the subject's shoulder and said, "Let's go."

He pushed the bicycle, let Zhao Lanxiang ride, and slowly walked out of the brigade, carrying the package, to the mountain road. Then the two talents converged, riding a bicycle along the mountain road, and running towards the county.

Zhao Lanxiang grabbed He Songbai's clothing corner and sang songs happily.

"Brother Bo, have you never been to S City?"

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Brother Bo, who pinched the owe, gave her a complicated look.

Lifetime Jun: Go for debt, boy!

Brother Bo: I heard that the male owners elsewhere have a huge amount of inheritance. It's my turn. How many tens of millions of possessions have been changed?

Brother Bo: "..."

It’s interesting to share a little cute comment.

The male host of someone else: so handsome and rich, I want to swipe his card!

The male host of the ordinary life family: so poor that he has only a face, and he wants to raise money for him to marry the female host, so that he will have a bun as soon as possible.

There are two more tonight, but tonight, the little cute can't wait to go to bed first, knelt with his hands folded.

There are three changes in the wood, so in the next chapter, you will send three hundred red envelopes (you will all send three hundred red envelopes later)

Three shifts will continue to make up, and double shifts tomorrow.

Forgive your little cute me TxT

ps: The warriors who returned for the victory of the college entrance examination waved their cheers and celebrated