Bai Fumei in the 70’s

As Zhao Lanxiang walked to the cowshed, Gu Huaijin was holding his own hen and smoothed its feather.

"Good girl, it's really amazing, you laid two full eggs."1

Gu Huaijin really cherishes this hen very much. With it, Teacher Gu can taste dozens of ways to eat eggs. Steamed, fried, braised, his weight has soared.

The 100-yuans meal cost is too worthwhile.

Fortunately, educated youth Zhao is a solid-eyed and kind-hearted girl, otherwise she is would not be willing to give him such delicious food every day.

Lunch every day has became Gu Huaijin's spiritual pillar. With it, it seems that the pain and tiredness of the whole day have disappeared.1

Gu Huaijin finished the egg and saw Zhao Lanxiang passing by.

"Not sleeping yet?"

Zhao Lanxiang did not speak and looked around.

Gu Huaijin said again, "What did you make tonight, really fragrant."

"When you cook like this, the smell makes the front and back rooms drool, it's too unkind."

Zhao Lanxiang went to the kitchen to pick up the still warm frog from the pot and took it to Teacher Gu in a bowl.

She took advantage of the night and asked, "Where is Hu Xianzhi?"

Gu Huaijin said, "Where else can he go, he hasn't gone to Wu Yong yet."

The people in the village are not friendly to Hu Xianzhi. Hu Xianzhi was once a promising engineer and now became a reformer. He is very angry. Only his brother, Wu Yong, is treating him as well as before. Hu Xianzhi is willing to go to him often.

Zhao Lanxiang snorted silently and poured the meat from the bowl into Gu Huaijin's broken bowl.

Gu Huaijin can be said to be very pleasantly surprised. He usually only eats a meal from the He family at noon. For dinner, he eats porridge mixed with sweet potato and wild vegetables from the cafeteria.

The wind often blows the scent from the He family's kitchen towards the bullpen. The scent tonight is unusually fragrant. Gu Huaijin gulped silently and felt that he was in a state of despair.

Why the landlord's cowshed was built on the downwind side of the kitchen, this design made him very angry.

When Zhao Lanxiang saw him not eating, she coughed and said, "Eat, I have something to ask for."

"You eat, so I can speak."

Gu Huaijin was only willing to eat happily. The meat left in the bowl was actually not much, but the hot and fresh taste is enough to make him taste it for a long time. The side dishes are also delicious in his eyes. Beans, cucumbers, potato leaves, lettuce, it's all stewed soft and delicious. It is spicy and refreshing, the soup is rich and delicious, and the little frog garnished makes it more precious.

It is so delicious that people will swallow their tongues.

Gu Huaijin licked the last grain of rice and asked kindly, "What can I do for you?"

Gu Huaijin was puzzled. He is now a poor old man who is desolate. It is already very good for others not to hurt him. How can he help her! But since she rarely asked him for help, he would try his best to solve the problem for her.

Just when Gu Huaijin thought she was going to ask about the project, Zhao Lanxiang took out a letter in her arms.

It was written by Jiang Jianjun.

She said, "This person should come from the same place as your son."

"He wrote a lot of letters to me. His family is very powerful... you know, I have a relationship with Brother Bai." Zhao Lanxiang stopped at the right time.

Gu Huaijin glanced at the letter carefully, and his old face suddenly turned red.

He said angrily, "What, he wants to pester you?"

Zhao Lanxiang also said, "I heard him mentioned that Gu Shuoming is his direct leader..."

Zhao Lanxiang's voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible, and only allowed Gu Huaijin to hear himself.

She said something to him.

After listening to Zhao Lanxiang's request, Gu Huaijin suddenly jumped up and said, "It is nothing!"

"I'll write for you, let my boy clean him on the way!"

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but cry and coughing. "It doesn't have to be that serious. I just want to see Mr. Gu. Can you write an introduction letter for me?"

Gu Huaijin wrote a letter of introduction to his eldest son according to Zhao Lanxiang's statement and asked him to personally receive Miss Zhao.

Gu Huaijin sighed with relief after he finished writing.

Looking at the girl holding the letter he wrote, there is a light-hearted smile on his face, and he is a little happy in his heart.

This came from the ease that he finally had made a little change and paid off a little favor with his modest effort.

Gu Huaijin opened his hand and laid out a mat, "Miss Zhao, it's not easy to talk to He's second about a relationship."

"After this level, there are still many difficulties waiting to come."

"As an old man, I am not very optimistic about the person you are talking to. But that poor boy is my benefactor, and I hope he will have a better life..."

Gu Huaijin chanted his poem happily again.

"First, It's best not to see it, so as not to be overwhelmed; second, it's best to be unfamiliar, so as not to linger in love."

Zhao Lanxiang's eyes twitched uncontrollably, and she said slowly, "It's useless to escape, confidence is given by yourself, not by others."

"Okay, don't read poetry anymore in the evening. Be careful you might be heard and beaten again."

Gu Huaijin only finished these two sentences, and suddenly fell asleep in the haystack.

Zhao Lanxiang pinched the hot letter in her hand and walked back to the house with ease.

With the light on, she stepped on the pedal of the sewing machine, hanging her head down to sew a neat line, and a long-sleeved shirt of a man fell into her hand.

Clear moonlight is scattered on the hay in the cowshed, and it was also scattered in the courtyard of the Li family.

He Songye sprayed water to wash off all the powder on her face, then boiled hot water to wipe Li Dali.

Li Dali's dark face suddenly turned red. Although he didn't drink during the day, he is drunker than drinking.

The dim and faint oil lamp tried its best to defeat the inferior kerosene lamp, and the wick made a faint "peng" sound from time to time. He Songye picked the wick. She heard that grandma said that the candles could not be extinguished on the first night of the wedding, but they couldn't afford the right thick candles and could only light the oil lamp.

Li Dali's heart suddenly jumped hard, and his heart was hot as if he could hear the sound of blood flowing in his brain.

He Songye was still wiping her hair. When she saw Li Dali, she didn't move. She tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously, "Why don't you sleep?"

"Wipe yourself and go to bed."

Li Dali exhaled the suffocation in his chest and wiped his body honestly.

He stroked his paralyzed, unhealthy leg, and angrily suppressed the man-burning heat in his body.1

The pair of thighs that were once strong and sturdy has now become ugly, and may never be able to be better. How could he still have a face to think about those things.1

He Songye saw her husband's frustrated and disgusted eyes, He Songye walked over to squat down and picked up the rag, rubbing his legs like a washboard.

"It will be fine, don't be afraid."

Li Dali wailed and yelled. Although this woman is thin, her hand strength is not small, and his heart is trembling and itchy from the calluses on her fingers.

He caught the only plump piece of flesh on the woman's body and said, "Don't wipe it, it's a waste of time."9

He Songye murmured angrily and met the man's dark black eyes with shame and horror.

...

The next day, when He Songbai got up, he found that the window sill is already covered with a brilliant light.

He rubbed his heavy head and knocked it several times in frustration.

He overslept.

Zhao Lanxiang heard the movement and come over, she smiled and called He Songbai to get up, "Hurry up and eat."

"We will have to work in the mountains later."

As she said this, she handed what was in her hand to the man, and He Songbai rubbed his sleepy eyes when he saw something like a cloth.

"What is this?"

He asked in a daze.

"Clothes, are you awake?" Zhao Lanxiang asked with a smile, urging him to try the new clothes.

"Put it on, and see if it fits."

Zhao Lanxiang never measured He Songbai's body with a ruler, but she has inexplicable confidence.

After sitting in the back of his bike several times, she can tell his size with her eyes closed.

"No... I mean, why you give it to me?"

He Songbai was baffled by the sudden appearance of the clothes, but at the same time, his heart was warm.

"Is this what you have been busy doing these days? I, I thought you were making clothes for your brother..."

Zhao Lanxiang said, "Both, but you should not eat vinegar because of a child."7

He Songbai quickly took off his clothes and put on the new clothes that the girlfriend made for him.

"Ah, this craft is good!"

"Can't be bought with money!"

However, he only wore it for a while, feeling the joy of wearing the new clothes, then he took it off again and cherishingly folded it on the bedside.

He said, "It's too new. I just wear it in the house. When it's worn out, I can wear it out."