Chapter 10: Brother Eighty Soldier 10

The relatives of the Du family were very satisfied with the Zhao family. While other people in the brigade were still living in the mud-stone house, the Zhao family had already built a brick house. The house was spacious and bright, and it had four or five rooms. Except for Zhao Daqiu and his wife, each of the other children is in a room, so no one needs to squeeze.
Zhao Nan himself has a strong family. The young man who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and other peers were still hanging around, he left home thousands of miles to join the army. Now, his childhood companions are digging in the ground one by one, but he has a high rank. I heard that it is not a problem to feed the family with his allowance alone. More importantly, when he gets married, he is still eligible to let his family members join the army. Light this. How many families are also jealous of people serving as soldiers?
After leaving the Zhao family, several women said that Wang Tonghua was blessed, and that she had a good daughter like Du Baoqin, so she would wait to enjoy her happiness.
Wang Tonghua's face was red when she heard it. Before she said to the Zhao family, how could anyone flatter her like this? No matter whether they said these words sincerely or not, she felt comfortable all over her ears.
When he returned home, Wang Tonghua mobilized the whole family and cleaned Du's home and outside, including the front yard and the rabbit cage, and only waited for the Zhao family to come to visit the next day.
After having breakfast the next day, she felt uneasy and began to recheck every corner of the house.
Jiang Rui was in the stove and burned two pots at the same time. One was slowly frying melon seeds over a low fire, and the other was stuffed with brown sugar and jujube tea in preparation for waiting for the guests.
After the melon seeds are fried, they are not in a hurry, spread out in the pot and let cool slowly. A slightly burnt scent filled the entire kitchen room. In the past, Du Baozhen had been waiting by the side to eat, but now she was nowhere to be seen.
Jiang Rui was a little puzzled, but he only thought about it. Without thinking deeply, he took off his apron and left the kitchen room, intending to go back to the house and change his clothes to meet the guests.
As soon as she stepped into the hall, she heard the dispute between Du Baozhen and Wang Tonghua in the room. She listened to her. It turned out that Wang Tonghua felt that Du Baozhen's desk was not clean enough and needed to clean it again, but Du Baozhen did not let her move.
Jiang Rui knew the reason she didn't move—there was a letter from Han Wenke to her in the desk drawer.
Seeing that the dispute between the two of them was getting louder and louder, Jiang Rui pushed the door in. "Mom, the table is full of Baozhen's review materials. We don't understand it. If we clean it up for her, it may become more and more chaotic. It is better to let her do it herself if she delays her study."
"You think I love to touch her things! A girl's house, the room is messy, what is it like? When the Zhao family sees it, they think our family didn't teach our daughter well!" Wang Tonghua's chest was up and down, and she said with anger.
Du Baozhen was struggling with her neck, worried and guilty, and she was a little reluctant to say, "The Zhao family, Zhao family, every day is the Zhao family! Don't their family have a little money, and they are not the emperor, why are you rushing to serve? !"
"Baozhen!" Jiang Rui stopped drinking. "How do you talk to mom?" He stopped Wang Tonghua who was about to speak, "Mom, I will persuade Baozhen to clean up, don't worry. The melon seeds and tea are ready, mom. Let’s see if it tastes good. If it’s not good enough, I will adjust the seasoning when the guests are not here."
After all, things in the pot are more important, Wang Tonghua glared at Du Baozhen, suppressed his anger and went to the stove.
Jiang Rui closed the door, glanced at Du Baozhen, and said: "You just gather the books on the bright side. If the guests want to come later, even if you don't want it, you can't be too rude. You always have to do it on the surface."
Du Baozhen stood there for a while, did not commit suicide again, obediently followed.
Jiang Rui changed into clean clothes, untied his hair, and combed two braids again. A hand suddenly stretched out from the side, with a small hairpin on the palm.
She raised her head and Du Baozhen stood beside her with her mouth puffed up. Seeing Jiang Rui didn't take the hairpin, she said awkwardly: "Sister, I didn't mean you just now, and I didn't mean anything else."
"I know." Jiang Rui nodded, and said: "Don't do this next time. There is a better solution to the problem. Why bother to make trouble. You were anxious for a while, and you said something bad. Don't you want to regret it?"
Du Baozhen drooped his head and said nothing.
Jiang Rui didn't say much. Instead, he picked up the small hairpin and looked at it. "It's pretty, where did it come from?"
"Me, one of my classmates gave it to me. She has a relative in the city. She bought it and gave it to her. She gave it to me. Sister, you must look good on you."
Jiang Rui smiled and said: "This kind of pink and tender, you wear it better than me. Sit down, I will comb your hair again, and the guests will come for a while. If you really don't want to see you, just go out and show your face. Mom. If you love face, we should coax her to be happy and don't let her faceless in front of others."
She was skillful and tied Du Baozhen with two braids, and the small hairpin was pinned to the end of the braid.
Before long, the Zhao family and their relatives came to the door, and the Du family came out to see the guests. Even though there were still lumps in their hearts, they were all kind on the bright side.
Zhao Nan also came. Jiang Rui glanced over Du's family when he saw him enter the door, and quickly found her.
She smiled at him quietly, but he immediately opened his eyes again.
Jiang Rui served tea to each guest, and then blushed and avoided the stove amidst the joking.
When no one saw it, she was sitting on the bench, resting her cheek in one hand and holding a small wooden branch in the other, and casually moved the ashes that were still warm in the stove.
It suddenly became darker in front of him, and when he looked up, someone stood at the door of the stove, blocking the light.
Jiang Rui smiled, "Guess what I was thinking just now?"
Zhao Nan slowly approached, Jiang Rui patted another bench next to him, he hesitated for a moment before sitting down.
The tall body was aggrieved and shrank on the small bench, because the two stools were close, there was almost no gap between his leg and Jiang Rui's. If you were not careful, you would have to rub it with nothing. , His whole body is stiff.
Before he could answer, Jiang Rui touched his knee with his knee, and said a little dissatisfied: "Why ignore people?"
Zhao Nan stretched straighter, put his hands on his knees, his upper body stood upright, and looked ahead. He didn't know but thought he was standing in a military position. It took him a while to hear him say, "I can't guess."
Jiang Rui bulged his cheeks, "I wonder if you will come to me, if you do, how long will it take to come?"
Zhao Nan turned her head and looked at her profile: "Have you waited for a long time?"
"It didn't take long, but I buried two sweet potatoes in the stove. If you come later, the sweet potatoes are over-roasted and turned into charcoal, so you can't eat them." She used a wooden stick to poke in the ashes. Two black roasted sweet potatoes came out, which were still very hot, and it was cool for a while.
"By the way, do you remember Baozhen?" She seemed to ask casually.
Zhao Nan nodded, seeing that she wanted to reach out for the sweet potato, but she didn't dare to go because it was hot, so she picked up one, turned around at her fingertips, waited for her fingers to adapt to the temperature, and then slowly peeled off the hard black shell.
The dark and hard roasted sweet potatoes, but with the yellow-orange-orange-sweet heart, Jiang Rui took a sip of sweetness, and then continued: "You saved Baozhen at the beginning, and the two talked about it now. It should be you and her. marriage."
Her tone was indifferent, as if she was saying that the weather was good today, but Zhao Nan almost squeezed the sweet potato when she heard it. He looked at Jiang Rui, and Jiang Rui looked at the sweet potato in his hand intently.
He was a bit at a loss, wondering what she meant by saying this, or was it meaningless? Slowly, because I was at a loss, I began to feel annoyed that I was not as clever as Zhao Bei, or that he would make people happy.
"Why don't you peel it?" Jiang Rui asked suspiciously when he suddenly stopped.
Zhao Nan continued with his hands again. After a while, he suddenly said, "Mom mentioned this matter, but I didn't agree."
Jiang Rui nodded with his chin, "I know, Aunt Zhang told my mother that she had told you many girls before, but you didn't agree with any of them, but only agreed to meet me. After I knew it, I felt a little bit small. Vanity."
Zhao Nan couldn't help but went to see her again, and saw that her eyebrows were curled, and the corners of her mouth were not consciously bent upwards.
Jiang Rui turned around, "Why did you stare at Baozhen just now?"
Zhao Nan moved for a while and was about to shake his head. Jiang Rui continued, "I saw it all. You looked at everyone at first, and then you just took a look at her. What did she do?"
Zhao Nan was silent for a while, and asked honestly: "Do you like the flowers on her hair?"
"Flowers? Oh...you mean hairpins."
"Do you like it?" Zhao Nan nodded and asked again.
Jiang Rui understood what he meant, and two pear vortexes appeared at the corner of his mouth. He didn't answer him, but said: "In the morning, Baozhen was going to lend me her hairpin, but I didn't want it. She gave it to someone she likes. If I want to wear it, I have to wear it to me."
The atmosphere stagnated for a moment, Zhao Nan spoke, a little hurriedly, "Go buy it tomorrow."
Jiang Rui covered his mouth and laughed, "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, where are you going to buy it? I'm joking with you. It doesn't have to be a hairpin, if it's someone I like, even if he gave it... ......" She looked around in the stove, as if looking for something to make an analogy, and finally fell on the sweet potato that Zhao Nan had peeled off most of her hands. "Even if he only gave a roasted sweet potato, I am happy. "
After that, Zhao Nan bowed his head and said nothing, but he peeled off both sweet potatoes, and his auricles were still red until the Zhao family left. Fortunately, his face was not very obvious, so it was not obvious.