Chapter 5:

Zhao Lanxiang was surprised at the serious tone that the captain could not refuse.
Li Dali looked at the doubts flashing in the eyes of the female educated youth and said indistinctly: "That family's bad criticism is not a good place to stay. I will help you arrange another household."
Zhao Lanxiang did not miss the contempt in Li Dali's tone. She knew that the old man's ancestors were the local masters. The days of the 1960s and 1970s were very difficult. I am afraid that he did not have any status in the brigade. The masculine and honest captain looked down on the He family for a reason.
She politely refused: "I won't bother--"
Li Dali interrupted her words: "The whole brigade can be discussed with the exception of this family. Otherwise you just don't recognize me as the captain."
There is a kind of almost stubborn sternness on his dark face, it is estimated that training is much more training, a bit like her grandfather Zhao Lanxiang. At that moment, Zhao Lanxiang felt choked.
Li Dali didn't understand how the young female educated youth had a relationship with He Songbai.
Who is He Songbai, is that not the second child of He?
His name was the great-grandfather of the local master who invited the master to fetch it. On the day of the full moon, he invited the whole village to have a running water feast for several days. Everyone’s flattering words are endless. Whatever is important, there must be great achievements, must be Guangzong Yaozu...
However, things turned out to be different-the revolution came and the He family was taken away. He Lao Er Da Da never went to school, read a day, spent all day at work, and went from village head to village tail. It was the famous gangster who was famous in these ten miles and eight townships, and he was full of loneliness. . It wasn't that the He family was not in trouble during the time when the fighting was fierce. Forefoot He's family was in trouble, and the next day He Lao Er carried a stone and smashed the heads of the troublemakers. The lifeless death was frightening.
No one dared to mess with He Songbai since then.
The most important thing is that the second year old He was also arrested for labor and reform for a period of time last year. This is the main reason why Li Dali opposed Zhao Lanxiang.
Sending this soft-skinned, eternally educated female educated youth to Erliuz's house, isn't this sending sheep into the tiger's mouth? It doesn't bring a struggling in one swallow.
Li Dali made a gesture, "So... you pack your luggage tonight and stay at my house. I will pack up a room for you alone-" My family is very easy to get along with.
He didn't finish the half-talk behind him, but the female educated youth shook his head with a smile and refused.
Zhao Lanxiang said: "The He family has a relative relationship with me, and my parents live there more assured."
She was sharp-spoken and her voice was as crisp as a jade plate: "He Songbai, 57 years old. There is a sister and a sister at home, grandmother Li's Guangxu is twenty-four years old, and she has one son and two daughters. The cousin's daughter is also He's brother's cousin."
Zhao Lanxiang opened her eyes and spoke nonsense.
Sorry mom, so you have a nephew. I will help you add an excellent son-in-law someday.
Li Dali suddenly looked as big as a bullfight, and wanted to discern the signs of her lying from the female educated youth's face, but the clear eyes like Wang Qingquan's clear eyes were shining and bright, and they could shake the eyes of flowers. And now her eyebrows were slightly raised, her eyes contained some clear smiles, and Yingying flickered, as if she could see through people's minds.
Li Dali withdrew his eyes in embarrassment.
"This, this, this is fine."
Everyone said they were relatives, and Li Dali was not good to say more. Does he still have problems in counting the relatives of his relatives?
Therefore, Zhao Lanxiang successfully fooled her accommodation in this way.
In the afternoon, the educated youths gathered at the temporary educated youths to play a card game and chatted. Zhao Lanxiang took a basket of uneaten meat buns from the firehouse and put them in a cloth bag. Three or two oils were enough to make twenty buns and a noodle soup. She and Zhou Jiazhen also had a few acquainted educated youths and ate only ten together.
She carried the bun around the other end of Mount Niujiao, walked to Tiange and found a place to sit, she untied the bag with the bun.
The steamed buns that had just been heated in the steamer exuded a tantalizing fragrance, and soon Zhao Lanxiang had a pair of feet with straw shoes in front of him. She looked up and a greedy drooling face appeared in front of her. Watching from a distance, I dare not approach, nor do I want to leave.
The woman is about twenty years old, but she has wrinkled wrinkles on her face. Her finger joints were swollen, which was the result of her hard work.
She opened her mouth and babbled, unable to speak, and simply stared silently at Zhao Lanxiang eating buns. Zhao Lanxiang ate a bun in front of her, tearing the white and tender skin of the bun, biting the oily lean meat core, swallowing the bun into her belly with a happy face.
The envy in the woman's eyes was deeper, but she just looked at it from afar, glanced at it from time to time, and then cut her cow grass. The gigantic piggyback was as big as she was, and it was overwhelmed by her thin shoulders.
Apricot eyes like Zhao Lanxiang's autumn water easily smirked. She pushed the bun forward and handed it to the woman.
This is He Songbai's eldest sister, He Songye. Zhao Lanxiang did not speak, but made several gestures at her.
Come, eat together.
There are too many meat buns. I am alone and can't finish it.
When she was gesturing, her waist was upright, her lips were upturned and she smiled, and her posture was correct and open.
After Zhao Lanxiang finished his gesture, there was an undisguised surprise on He Songzhi's face, and there was a little hesitation.
Zhao Lanxiang continued to "say": "I am full."
"Buns, fragrant, delicious. You give it a try."
He Songye had a high fever when he was a child, which infringed on the auditory nerves, and he could not understand any sound and gradually did not understand how to speak. Her parents passed away one after another, it was she who pulled a pair of younger siblings. It can be said that she is the most respected person by He Songbai.
Zhao Lanxiang has been with He Songye for many years, and daily communication is completely okay. After marriage, she discovered that the old aunt He Songye was actually a foodie. The days she lived in before were too bitter, and she had hardly eaten good food.
Zhao Lanxiang bent her lips and said, "Taste it?"
She stuffed the bun into He Songye's mouth. He Songye was shocked and put a soft bun skin on her tongue, her eyes suddenly wet.
She raked her waist and touched the bun in her mouth with her rough hands. The stinging hunger in her stomach prompted her to chew her cheeks mechanically.
The smooth and loose pork overflowed with tasty juice and ran into her mouth. A sweet and strong taste grabbed all her senses, and unconsciously He Songye finished a bun, feeling the satisfaction that had never been in this life. But she is not full yet.
In order to save the rations at home, she only brought a black-faced steamed bun today. She did too much work in the morning. She ate all the steamed buns. At noon, she could only drink a little water and mix it up.
He Songye ate one bun after another without realizing it. When she ate her hands clean, Zhao Lanxiang handed her one.
In the end, Zhao Lanxiang's bags were all deflated. She smiled and gestured, "Sister He, can you do me a favor?"
"I want to live in your house."
...
In the evening, when He Songbai was picking a load of chicken manure to make fertilizer for his family's reserved land, he saw his grandparents carrying a large bag of things back. She walked to the vacant house for many years and laid down her things. Without a word, he took out the broom and swept it in and out, threw out the dusty chicken pen, and threw the dustpan, hoe, plow...
He Songbai did not ask his sister what to do. Until she smiled and took out the newly quilted bed sheet quilt, He Songbai finally looked up, her unruly eyes darkened.
The quilt, but she had saved money for a long time before giving herself the dowry, she was never willing to use it.