Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Chapter 97:

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Zhao Lanxiang and He Songbai separated as soon as they returned to Hezitun.

He Songbai copied the path and groped from the overgrown place all the way home. He secretly went to City G, and it was really suspicious that he was away from home during the Chinese New Year. In order not to reveal the whereabouts, He Songbai let Tie Zhu wear his clothes, wearing a hat and occasionally went outside to symbolically sway around, pretending that he was still there.

With the exception of the Uncle De family, almost no one else will come to the New Year during the New Year. In addition to the cold weather and few human activities, He Songbai has disappeared from the people in Hezitun in recent days.

Zhao Lanxiang returned to the He's house carrying a heavy box.

As soon as the door opened, there was a burst of warmth floating in the room. Zhao Lanxiang was not surprised either, because she told Sister He before she left that she could borrow the sewing machine in her room.

At this time, He Songye was leaning against the window, leaning on the little light leaking from the window, sewing the clothes in his hand finely. She saw Zhao Lanxiang coming back and put down her clothes in surprise.

There was a warm air in the room, so comfortable that Zhao Lanxiang sighed, and the warmth dispelled her coldness.

"Don't take a good rest during the New Year, but also hurry to catch up with the clothes?" Zhao Lanxiang quipped.

He Songye stopped the work in his hand, took out a pile of loose money from his pocket, and stuffed it into Zhao Lanxiang's pocket.

Zhao Lanxiang took out the money in her pocket in surprise, "Why give me?"

He Songye only smiled and did not speak, and sat down to continue making clothes.

After a winter of cats, her dark yellow skin covered a bit, her eyes were bright, and she straightened her waist and sewed clothes. There was a slight smile on her face, and the whole person was refreshed. The smile that leaked from the corner of her lips seemed to be soaked in the honeypot.

It makes people look especially comfortable and clear eyes.

Zhao Lanxiang said in surprise: "Are you...giving me money?"

He Songye stopped, "You give us, eat. The money gives you... buy more cream, use, beautiful clothes, wear."

Zhao Lanxiang smiled and put the money in his pocket.

In fact, the food money given by He Songbai and Granny is already much. Too much to cover their family's food for several years, but she did not refuse.

This is Sister He's guts. This is the money she sewed out stitch by stitch. The value of her work makes her happy. She needs this affirmation.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "Wait for a while, I'll take a break and work with you."

Zhao Lanxiang rested on the clean bed for a while. She pulled out a basket of chestnuts from the cellar. This was the autumn she saved it for pastry. She kept a few big bags, and now there is only a little left. Zhao Lanxiang buried his head with a stove.

The charcoal burning red wood melted, and the Martian seeds spattered, and the room was filled with the sweetness of roasted chestnuts.

When He Songye stepped on the pedal and bent over to sew her clothes, she sniffed her belly and continued to work while sniffing the warm fragrance.

Zhao Lanxiang dipped some oil with a thumb-sized cotton on the surface of the chestnut, making it a thin layer of fat, and roasting the chestnut shell became very crisp.

"Come have something to eat!"

The chestnut blew loudly, the bigger the golden mouth, the stronger the fragrance. Sister He finally reluctantly stopped the work in her hand and ate the chestnut with Zhao Zhiqing.

The honey-roasted chestnut has a scent of pine oil, sweet and soft, and sweet into the heart.

He Songye eats as if she feels that there is sweetness in the air. A little bit of relaxation and comfort in the busy time makes her feel happy and satisfied. The heavy and endless days seemed to see the light all at once.

She happily pulled Zhao Lanxiang and said, "I made fifteen sets of clothes during the New Year."

One set of handicraft fees is one piece. The busy and fulfilling New Year has made her earn as much money as she has never seen in her life. Of course, she couldn't make so many clothes by herself, and her husband was clever and made many sets together.

In addition to eating and drinking Lhasa, he spent all his sober time here, and the stitched line was even more beautiful than her.

Zhao Lanxiang looked at Sister Zhao's talk about making clothes cheerfully, which was very different from the concept at the beginning.

She thought the time was almost ripe and said, "I will lend you the sewing machine."

He Songye was immersed in the joy of labor in exchange for wealth at the last moment, and this moment was suddenly poured by a pot of cold water.

She shivered and shook her head vigorously.

Where someone is willing to lend such a valuable thing to others with confidence, she lowered her head to reflect on whether Zhao Zhiqing was bothered.

Zhao Lanxiang looked at Sister He lightly, and said with a smile: "Comrade He, I am now officially lending this sewing machine to you. I hope you will love it as if you are treating your own children. For you, the rent is five yuan a month, do you agree?"

He Songye's face went from dazed to overwhelmed to shock, unbelievable, and finally turned into red eyes, and tears rose uncontrollably.

Walking into today's life and gaining everything at the moment, He Songye didn't dare to think about it.

She couldn't help souring her nose, squatted down, and choked up with her head choked, unable to make a sound.

"Do you want it, or don't you? Don't cry--" Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help crying, and quickly helped Sister He.

"I want, I want." He Songye wiped his eyes indiscriminately and quickly took out five pieces from his pocket and stuffed them into Zhao Lanxiang's hands.

That night Zhao Lanxiang asked He Songbai to move the sewing machine to He Songye's room. Even Li Dali couldn't help but get up and reached out to see the "new big pieces" added in the house.

"Thank you." Li Dali solemnly thanked Zhao Lanxiang.

Zhao Lanxiang also said: "I have come to Hezitun for so long, and I would also like to thank the captain for his care."

He Songye wiped the fuselage carefully with a rag, with mercy on his side.

The hands she held seemed not to be sewing machines, but to her own children. Her feelings for it have long been incorporated into the blood of the bones in the accompanying time. Every sound of it clicking and falling into the needle, as if sparks splashed on her heart, made her heart hot, and the clothes she made seemed to have life. Every time he saw it, He Songye was hiding joy in his heart.

Today it finally came to her house.

Zhao Lanxiang touched the elder sister's rough hands and smiled and said goodbye.

He Songbai finished the sewing machine, and squeezed into the subject's house.

He said: "Such a big thing is also willing to give the elder sister."

"You said you are stupid?"

He Songbai gazed at Zhao Lanxiang, his eyes soft and deep, like a still and vast abyss of the universe.

Another example is splashing ink, which is full of complicated emotions.

Zhao Lanxiang was taken aback by his deep and beautiful eyes, and his heart jumped up. His gentle eyes seemed to rub out the water and drown people in it.

He Songbai coughed softly, his deep voice slightly with a teasing smile.

"So for your careless mother-in-law, I had to eat a little more blood and let you earn it myself."

As he pulled out a silver chain from his arms, the faint light of kerosene reflected the necklace, reflecting a dazzling and soft light. His thumb slightly untied the woman's collar and lifted her off 'S hair, standing behind her, lifted the silver chain with her hands, and slowly put it on her neck.

Zhao Lanxiang only felt that her neck was cold, and the hot and scorching mark dropped on her back. Her heart shrank rapidly, and the numbness was like a high-speed electric current breakdown, so that she was stunned.

She quickly lowered her head to look at the condensed jade on the neck like a water droplet, a small one, so delicate and translucent that she could not imagine.

She seemed to be so dizzy that He Songbai smashed the money with her money. Zhao Lanxiang, who had been influenced by luxury goods for decades, felt that at this moment she was wearing a necklace instead of a necklace.

He Songbai looked at the completely stupefied face of the subject. She had been sober and so cute.

He couldn't help laughing, and promised with both hands: "Explain in advance that I'm very poor, I can't afford a gold necklace for you, and I can't afford more expensive things for you. Only this cheap silver chain."

"But I promise you everything I have."

Zhao Lanxiang will be stunned, he said this is a cheap silver chain?

"This is expensive..."

He Songbai looked at a drop of jade from the chain heart that her thumb was pointing at.

He said, "This is my mother's stay. It's worthless. It's a broken stone. I saw it was small and unobtrusive, and it probably won't be said..."

He Songbai’s thoughts still remain that jade is a broken stone, and it is hot and troublesome, but this small stone is too beautiful, clear and clear, translucent, and looking at it reminds him of her pair of clear springs. eye.

When he was about to make a necklace, he mischievously let the master put it on.

The ashamed and embarrassed interpretation of He Songbai gave Zhao Lanxiang the feeling of being a tyrant throwing money at people without knowing it. Well, it's very special.

The tip of her tongue was sweet, and she couldn't help tipping her feet to kiss his chin.

"I like everything you give."

"Even if it's your kiss."

Rao is He Songbai's rough face, and can't resist the sweet words of this mother-in-law, and her ears are all reddened by her love.

He lowered his head silently and gave her a kiss she liked.

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The baby He Songbai sent back from City G was sent back to City N one after another half a month later.

This time he took the savings of two people to the city of G, and found a lot of valuable industrial products. The money he earned was enough to make the pressure on the shoulders of the two of them slightly lighter.

The overwhelmed Li Zhong finally took a breath. He quipped: "Are we counting on the pig farm to make money, or are we making money to raise this pig farm?"

"Why do I feel more like the back?"

In the spring, Li Zhong listened to He Songbai and bred sows. Now, several sows have been on the map. I am afraid that they will be born soon.

The money I invested before was just a small head, and everything was spent later, and once the money opened, the whale could not stop flowing out. This time, the industrial products He Songbai brought back from the city of G finally gave the two people a chance to breathe.

He Songbai handed these things to Li Zhong with confidence, and Li Zhong could sell them at a good price with his own ability.

He said lightly: "The pigs in the first column are going to be cooked, waiting to make money."

Li Zhong said, "Good!"

"King Chun kills pigs, good luck!"

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Li Zhong: Killing pigs in the first year

Lifetime Jun: Eat chicken tonight, good luck

Bo: I seem to have caught the life-saver who is addicted to the game.

You must remember that there is a brother Kubai waiting for you to ask my wife:)

Lifetime: How could it be that the poor is not qualified to play the game.

Fortune Fan Xiang: The things left by mother-in-law are treasures!