Bai Fumei in the ’70s

He Songbai took Zhao Lanxiang to the mountain for a walk.

He scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "This is a wild mountain and wild hills, and there is nothing to look at. If you feel bored and not dirty, you can go and see me work."

Speaking of the work he was doing, He Songbai felt more proud of being a man.He wanted her to take a good look at his pig farm, a place that he regarded as hard work.He wants to lead his own object. The boss is holding his hand like leading her, patrolling his pig farm as if traveling his own kingdom.

Zhao Lanxiang nodded.

She also wanted to see what He Songbai usually does here.

He Songbai's wish fell through, because soon, the face was coming.

Today, the cattle egg responsible for cleaning the pigsty was temporarily shouted away and let He Songbai put his hand on his hand.

So Zhao Lanxiang happened to be lucky enough to meet the scene where He Songbai cleaned the pigsty:

In order to prevent the new clothes from getting dirty, he took off his black coat, shoveling pig shit with a shovel in his hands, and the dog left followed by a broom with a branch, sweeping while flushing.The sewage flowed out of the ditch outside the wall along the hole, and the dirty pigsty was completely renewed.

A dozen of them were swept down one by one by several of them.

Although the weather was cold, He Songbai, who had finished shoveling the pig's excrement, sweated out his forehead, and a thin gown stuck to his back, sweating.

He Songbai lowered his head and wiped his sweat, and his sharp and deep eyes swiftly crossed a regret.

She came here today and just hit the scene where he was shoveling pig shit on the wheel, watching him do his dirty work without a trace.

He was working in disgrace, and his head was dull with his back to her, feeling that his entire head was hot.He restrained the urge to find Zhao Lanxiang in his heart.

This mother-in-law may not know which corner she is standing in, and secretly jokes him!

Zhao Lanxiang was watching the man outside the pig farm busy picking pig dung, his eyes flashed with a smile.

He always does this kind of dirty and tiring work, but he has a lot of seriousness in his work.

Serious men are always lovely, whether they are men shoveling shit, or men who work overtime all night in a luxurious and refined office.Although the two have different statuses and different occupations, their love for their careers is the same.

What's so funny about her?

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It's just... that he mentioned the proud tone of letting her "inspect" his work, which is in sharp contrast with the fact that he is doing now, and he can't help but laugh unkindly!

This pig farm is really not small, it is sheltered from the wind and rain, and it is ventilated and warm.Thinking like this, Zhao Lanxiang sincerely cheered for him.

When He Songbai was finally busy with his work, he washed his hands and came out again. Zhao Lanxiang quietly squeezed her nose, and the urn said in earnest:

"It turns out that the smell on your body is like this."

"Is it still smelling?" His broad, upright nose shrugged and took a deep breath.

All the fresh air is flowing in the nasal cavity.

"It's stinky." Zhao Lanxiang said directly.

He Songbai's temple was painfully painful. He had to wash his hands again, and even changed his clothes to a new one. He crouched beside the cold spring flowing out of the mountain stream, and said while washing:

"Don't really say that all the delicious pork you eat is raised by people like us who are not afraid of being dirty or tired."

"No matter how dirty or stinky I am, I am also your target, right?"

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but tolerate, "Yes, yes, you can bear it."

"It's just a pig. I don't know. I thought you were tinkering with atoms. Bomb!"

...

He family, bullpen.

Gu Gongse shrinked his body and couldn't help sneezing.

He rolled up the quilt, half-covered and half-matted it on his body. The quilt was piggybacked from City B by his lover in the spring. He stayed for more than half a year, and finally used it.

Prophet Hu was holding alfalfa grass, and he blamed the cattle forage, and he said, "Teacher, why are you?"

"A good house, clean and warm, you can't hold it, prefer to lay a floor in this cowshed. What can you do with yourself when you are old?"

Gu Gong turned his head indifferently, and then his nose suddenly itched, and he sneezed again and again.

It took a long time before he said angrily: "Don't think I don't know what you think."

"I can't live there, nor can I turn to you."

Gu Gong was completely "offended", venting his physical discomfort on Prophet Hu's head.Prophet Hu heard that he almost didn't cut his own hand.

Gu Gong shrunk under the quilt, his eyes faintly: "You said that the money will grow by itself and won't fly?"

"The four of you didn't take it, neither did the worker, nor did I take it, could the ghost take it?"

Gu Gong's "reconciliation order" for this recovery came vaguely, neither clarifying his "injustice" nor giving him a reputation restoration, but gave him the same treatment as before, which made him very uncomfortable and very uncomfortable.He prefers to work hard and tired, rather than carrying the name of this "corruptionist" to "redeem the merits".

He doesn't move, he just doesn't move, and it's better to live in a bullpen like a sinner before his reputation is restored!

If he wasn't really worried about the little rabbit's unsound work, and had tossed a landslide, Gu Huaijin was not willing to take this "advanced job" to do, picking cow dung and pulling the toilet, he was happy to do it!

Prophet Hu put down his guillotine and looked at Gu Huaijin with a gleaming gaze, reluctantly and arrogantly saying: "Yes, yeah, the ghost took it."

Prophet Hu wisely did not rush to ignite the fuel at Gu Huaijin's angry moment. After the money in the project evaporated to nearly a few thousand dollars, the public security officer dug gold at Gu Huaijin's house.Prophet Hu had long believed this fact in his heart, but in the past few months, he looked at the teacher's suffocating look that he wanted to grab the ground with his head almost every day.

If this old man could not really pretend, it would be that the money was really taken by the ghost!

Prophet Hu smiled happily, and continued to chase the grass.

But...how could the money be taken by the ghost, this teacher who is acting like a mad fool.In fact, he only tried to persuade them to go down on Niujiao Mountain, saving so many lives and saving his life. Prophet Hu had tried his best to completely disagree with Gu Huaijin.He was very grateful and gratefully thanked Gu Huaijin for his broad-minded and old-fashioned heart.In his eyes, the stain of the teacher was also erased by the "light" shown by the incident. The teacher was still his teacher.

In life, who can guarantee that there is no stain on his body?Even saints are confused, like when they go astray!

Prophet Hu finished the grass and ignored Gu Huaijin's intermittent cramps every day, set off his bed of broken cotton wool and fell asleep.

...

In the afternoon, Gu Huaijin was awakened by the screaming cold wind, and he got up and rubbed his cracked palm.

The charcoal fire in the stove had long been burned out, and black ashes appeared.As soon as the wind blew, the powder's ash suddenly rose, making people's nose itch.Gu Huaijin glanced at the burnt firewood, and dragged his heavy body to the mountain.

A ray of fine firewood was gradually picked up by him. He followed the firewood all the way and picked it when he saw dry wood on the ground.The wood that is full of wind and rain is brittle and hollow, and it is not resistant to burning.But he couldn't pick and choose anymore, chopping wood with his body in a chill, unable to pick up a pile of firewood.

Gu Huaijin was tired and stopped to gasp for a while. He was really old and confused. Why did he faint his head and ran to the mountain to collect firewood?Obviously, the old girl He sold firewood. If there is a next time, he will spend a lot of money to buy enough firewood for a month.

The farmer in the distance vaguely seemed to be groaning something, and he saw them picking up the dry woodpile with a hoe and rake, as if to do something big.

He raked his waist and couldn't help listening carefully with his old, faint ears.

"Burned ash-burnt ash -"

"Burn ash--"

Burning ash is a light physical activity that farmers will do in winter. The decayed dead grass and dead wood in winter are messy and chaotic, absorbing the fertility of the land.Taking advantage of the fire in the winter, the mountain was burned, and the dead branches and leaves of the mountain were burned into grass and charcoal.The grass and ash covered the ground, and after a while, the ash melted into the land, and it just became fat.In the coming year, the hills can be overgrown with fat, tender, and alfalfa grasses, which are eaten by pigs, cattle, and sheep.

Gu Huaijin, who finally heard the words clearly, felt anxious and ran away after pulling up his legs.

"Hey-don't burn! Don't burn!"

"I'm here!"

He held firewood and ran down the mountain like a sprint of 100 meters.The blazing fire was like a golden roll of paper mixed with red spices. It was stained with wet drawing paper. It diffused layer by layer at an incredible speed, and instantly fainted the withered mountain.The golden color was mixed with red, and there was a dark air on the edge.

On the way to the thrilling escape, Gu Huaijin seemed to be caught by something. A shovel slammed into the ditch, his ankle suddenly swollen and tall.

He patted his uncomfortable old legs angrily, and the firewood fell to the ground.

"His mother's thief god!"

Gu Huaijin dragged his bun-like swollen feet and limped up. His palms dipped into the rock, cutting out a few blood marks.

The temperature of the flame gradually rising, and began to lick his beard and eyebrows.The raging fire licked the crisp dry branches, burning a metre-high flame, and spreading aggressively towards him.

Gu Huaijin scolded, "Grass!"

At this moment, his mind crossed all kinds of unwillingness, lamenting his fate, but when he was old, he was not succumbed to death, but was simply suffocated by the simple fire of the field.His body gradually felt the scorching heat from the fire, and at this moment his mind quickly crossed countless thoughts.

His footwork is still ok, but the stone with no eyes under his feet is just regretful. If he can just run slowly and hurry, he can still go down the mountain well.This stone must be the saddest robbery in his life.

His fists slammed a handful of warm soil softly, and his turbid old eyes were smoked with tears.

Soon, his dizzy old eyes flashed a very fast figure, and he slammed him back up, and a few rushes ran wildly, and the man's thin and stunned bones tied his chest to vomit blood.

He fell on this man's back, and finally did not have to close his eyes blindly, but closed his eyes in peace and rest, fainting faintly.

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Gu Gong is furious: Do you not know that the elderly cannot help scaring?!

Uh, the lifeless man who couldn't bear the anger of 100,000 tons, silently escaped with the lid.

Spoiler, the person who appeared at that moment is... Wu Yong