Chapter 102:

After Li Laifu finished speaking, Li Daniu fell into a silence, he said for a long time: "I am the leader of the half-hanger, I will not mix it, let me worry about it!"
The members of the brigade broke out again, and Li Laifu hurriedly left Daniu's house.
Li Daniu really went to his big brother Li Dali that day. After a few days of recovery, Li Dali was able to walk with crutches freely and was able to take care of some trivial chores at home.
He Songbai did all the work he wanted to do, and he could do it carefully, even though he hummed the song slowly.
After cutting wood, he helped Zhao Zhiqing at home to grind rice flour.
Zhao Lanxiang wanted to make rice noodles at night, but He Songbai was very busy and tired. She would rather grind it by herself, rather than wake him up to work. Li Dali saw this, let his mother-in-law go to rest, he pushed the grinding wheel away.
He Songye sat down with a small bench and wiped the sweat that had oozed between her foreheads with her sleeves. She smiled at her husband's rice flour.
The pure white liquid sticky rice milk oozes out a little, with a fresh fragrance of rice milk.
Zhao Lanxiang said gratefully: "Thank you Captain."
Li Dali jokingly said: "No need to thank, the best food I have eaten in my life is to eat for half a year. I would like to thank you!"
Zhao Lanxiang uses freshly ground rice milk to make rice noodles. She intends to make a local specialty that has been included in the intangible cultural heritage, the famous noodles-old friend noodles.
She cut the pig liver, pork intestine and pork into thin slices. The freshly picked spring bamboo shoots were cut into uniform thin strips by her and marinated to make sour bamboo shoots. The sprouted tender green mung bean sprouts, served with tender shreds, garlic, and chili powder, are sautéed in the pan until it bursts with aroma.
The pork bones boiled the soup base for three hours, seasoned with a soup consisting of more than ten kinds of spices, scooped a spoonful of rich and fragrant flavor, added the stir-fried ingredients, the soup was hot and sour and delicious, refreshing.
In winter, eat to drive away the wind and disperse cold, warm the heart and lungs, in summer eat appetizing and spleen, sour and spicy. The old friend's powder is sour and spicy, exciting and refreshing.
Holding a large pot of powder, Sanya sniffed hard: "It smells so spicy, and the saliva is flowing!"
She loves spicy things, but the first time she ate this sour, spicy and salty food, inhaled a hot soup, and the layered soup grabbed her sense of taste. The first sour taste was so refreshing that her tongue secreted saliva involuntarily, and the second spicy taste slightly stimulated her taste buds, making her eat and eat and couldn't help stopping to wipe the sweat.
The salty taste carries the thin and tender flavor of pork slices, which is intoxicating. The layered soup powder makes people more and more fascinated.
Sister He just sucked on the rice noodles and ate it. She finished her last soup, ate all the things in the bowl, and belched satisfactorily.
She gestured happily, "Bamboo, delicious. Sour and crisp, appetizing."
For the first time after Li Dali recovered, he ate something slightly spicy, and his head was slightly sweaty.
He heard the appetite from his mother-in-law and stared down involuntarily.
Sister He flushed her eyes blushing, and looked shy at the man's hot eyes.
He Songbai eats very gracefully, others have eaten up, he is still picking young bean sprouts and sour bamboo shoots, and after eating, others are scattered, and he finally put down his chopsticks and revealed white teeth.
"After eating, write the test paper."
He quickly packed up the tableware, washed it, and sneaked into the subject's house.
Spring has become extremely warm and hot, cold nights have become cool and warm and humid, and there is a very light gardenia fragrance in the woman's house.
He flipped through the textbooks of the subjects, picked the mathematics and physics, sat upright, and began to study meticulously.
Zhao Lanxiang asked him for the pig farm account, and He Songbai threw a small book to her.
Zhao Lanxiang checked carefully, "You... why you have no money again."
He Songbai was extremely ashamed and couldn't help but lightly cough.
"Expansion of a pig farm is a must. Now the policies and environment have become loose. Take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune. Who knows what the wind will become in the future."
"This is... my remaining money." He scratched his head and pulled out a crumpled banknote from his pocket and handed it to the subject.
The shabby banknote brought his faint body temperature, and Zhao Lanxiang counted the number and locked it in the trunk.
"I'll save it for you, I'm afraid you will be so courageous enough to invest all your capital in the future."
"I don't want your money."
He Songbai squeezed the corners of her lips upwards, "It's okay if you want, fool mother."
It was originally saved for you. He was embarrassed to say this sentence, remembering it silently in his heart, and then he turned the book full of energy and devotion to read it.
After He Songbai went to the city to do business, he was afraid that he would feed the pigs to death. He spent a total of half a day with Li Zhong and asked him to come back with a few pig-raising books to learn techniques by himself. Grandma is old, and he doesn't want to have trouble with her old man. So after eating, he came to the subject to read the pig breeding book, and by the way, he turned to basic knowledge.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't know which rib of He Songbai had opened the door. He really studied the textbook seriously and then wrote notes.
She looked at it with satisfaction, and the smile on her lips froze for half a second.
"..."
"After reading this, remember to write this, the math is not good, I am afraid you can't even read the pig breeding book."
Zhao Lanxiang pushed the test paper in her hand.
...
In the silent night, the only brighter lamp in the room was placed at the table. The swaying light reflected the man's straight back like a lush little cypress tree.
He wrote the last stroke and crept up the books on the table.
The subject was sleeping soundly in bed, the white face revealing a certain degree of tranquility, her cheeks were slightly covered with healthy pale pink, and she thought it was too hot, she kicked the thin to the side. He Songbai turned to pick up the quilt and covered her.
Unexpectedly, in the moment he leaned over, he slipped to the ground with a small book in his pocket, waking up the sleeping woman.
Zhao Lanxiang stretched his waist and said vaguely: "Did you not sleep yet?"
He Songbai's throat rolled, and his voice was hoarse and low, "No longer sleeping, I will kill the pig later."
"Sleep."
He covered the subject's eyes with his hands and picked up a small book and hurriedly left the room.
After a while, Zhao Lanxiang returned to his consciousness and jumped out of bed with shoes, only to see him blend into the night through the screen.
The night is as cold as water.
She stared at the small bright spot until it gradually disappeared.
Zhao Lanxiang suddenly heard something, she frowned and walked to the elder sister's house in her clothes.
There was a heated argument between the two men.
She recognized one of them, Li Laifu said impatiently: "I don't know what you are insisting on."
"Now the atmosphere of the entire brigade is getting worse and worse. If you don't work, you won't have any food. These stupid people want to sit and enjoy their success."
"This system is wrong in itself, and it now exposes contradictions!"
"Forget it, what I told you today, when I didn't mention it."
Li Dali remained silent for a long time, he said: "Your idea is dangerous."
"I don't know what you have experienced these days, making you look like you are now. It's easy to be irritated and hard to work hard."
"Go to your mother's hard work!" Li Laifu couldn't help but scold.
"You have been paralyzed in bed for half a year without farming. You don't know anything. Do you know how poor we are now?"
"It was so poor that even the two cottages where Zhiqing had settled had no money to cover. Year after year, most people in the village could not eat enough food or wear clothes. Didn't these people work hard and work hard? "
"Your five strong laborers in your family, from the beginning to the end of the year, the foreign debt famine has been owed for more than ten years, and the blood and sweat of a sickness for more than ten years have been spread in vain. Why would you not be forced to do this in your heart?"
"Like you, like me, I have been working hard all year round to mix my sweet potato bud rice, won't you be tired?"
Li Dali seemed a little tired, and he sighed and reassured: "Sit down and talk."
Li Laifu snorted. He said: "You are a dead brain. I asked you to learn techniques and throw seedlings with me a few years ago. You don't do it."
"When I have a good harvest here, your eyes will be greedy, and you will be pulled into your brigade the next year. You are such a slow-tempered character that everyone else has eaten and fed, and you are still struggling to fight the autumn wind."
Li Dali has done all the speculation now, and he has touched the door to the new world several times. He thought about it and quickly accepted Li Laifu's "tilting left" thought.
"You want to do this, it's not impossible. But I think you have to..."
The sound in the room suddenly fell and became almost inaudible. Outside the room, I accidentally overheard Zhao Lanxiang in the corner of the wall. What a shock in the chest, the heat wave beat her apex, the moment of excitement seemed to be thrown into the sky.
Zhao Lanxiang, who heard the conversation, clearly saw a major event in her mind.
How lucky she is to stand here to witness the historical reform and transformation. Her heart was turbulent, and her brain started to feel eager, even with her eyes irritated.
She pressed her thumb hard and knocked on the door with her fist. The door slammed late at night frightened the two big men in the house who were planning "bad things."
Zhao Lanxiang said: "Captain, this is Zhao Lanxiang, can I come in?"
After a while, the old wooden door creaked open. Li Laifu smelled a face, staring at this uninvited guest late at night.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said warmly: "Don't be afraid."
"I'm here to support you."
Li Xingfu's discussion was suddenly interrupted by someone, and the whole person was like a wilting.
Li Dali, who is not good at smiling, put a smile on his face, he said in a muffled voice: "Zhao Zhiqing, what's the matter with being so late?"
Zhao Lanxiang said outspokenly: "I just heard your conversation."
But she paused and continued: "But I promise that nothing I heard tonight will be revealed."
Li Laifu glared fiercely at her and exhaled from his nose. "Don't dare to forgive you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a punch with Li Dali. Li Dali said: "Zhao Zhiqing is kind to our couple. I believe in her, and her education is not lower than yours.
"It's better to have one more person to discuss."
Li Dali said while pondering, the last sentence was almost light and almost submerged in the air, with the gentleness of the night.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
Brother-in-law: I have said it all, and then my home court
Kicked the pig-killing knife handed over by the young uncle, and picked up the hoe, rake and dustpan.
It's a good time to pick up a and build a new socialist countryside.
Brother Bo cast a chuckle
By the time you have finished planting the fields, Boss is already one of the top 500 in the world :)
Lifetime Jun: "..."