Chapter 83:

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 mountains, 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 like 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 cow eggs responsible for cleaning the pigsty were 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 with a shovel in both 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 renewed.
A dozen of them were swept down one by one by several of them.
Although the weather was cold, the forehead of He Songbai, who had finished the work of shoveling the pig's excrement, oozed sweat out of his forehead.
He Songbai lowered his head and wiped his sweat, and sharp and deep eyes swiftly crossed a regret.
She came here today and just hit the scene where he was shoveling pig on the wheel, watching him do his dirty work without a trace.
He was working disgraced, with his head turned away from her, and his head was working dull, feeling that his entire head was hot. He restrained the urge to find Zhao Lanxiang in his heart.
This mother-in-law might not know which corner she was standing in, and secretly joked him!
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the man outside the pig farm busy picking pig manure, his eyes flashed with a smile.
He always does this kind of dirty and tiring work, but when he does work, he has a lot of seriousness.
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, they have the same love for their careers.
What's so funny about her?
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 is ventilated and warm. It is better than the fact that he chopped pigs to make hard money. Thinking of 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, what is there to taste!
"Just stinky." Zhao Lanxiang said directly.
He Songbai's temple was painfully painful. He had to wash his hands again. He even changed his clothes to a new one. He crouched on the edge of the cold spring flowing out of the mountain stream, and said while washing:
"Don't really say that the delicious pork you eat is all 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 be able to bear, "Yes, yes, you can bear it."
"It's just a pig. I don't know if you thought you were making an atom. Bomb!"
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He family, bullpen.
Gu Gongse shrinked his body and couldn't help sneezing.
He rolled up the quilt, half-covered and half-padding it on his body. The quilt was sent by his lover from City B in the spring and stayed for more than half a year. At this moment, he finally used it.
Prophet Hu was holding alfalfa grass, and blamed the cattle forage with no effort. He said, "Why are you this, teacher?"
"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 his nose suddenly itched, and he sneezed again and again.
After a long time, he was angered: "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" and vented his unhappiness on Prophet Hu's head. Prophet Hu heard that he almost didn't cut his own hand.
Gu Gong shrunk under the quilt and his eyes were faint: "You said that the money will grow with its own wings and it won't fly?"
"The four of you didn't take it, neither did the worker, nor did I take it, or 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 would rather work hard and tired than carry the name of the "corruption" 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 was not really worried that the little rabbit was not doing things well, and had tossed a landslide, Gu Huaijin was not willing to take this "advanced job" to do it, picking cow dung and pulling the toilet.
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 oil 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 the mountain on Niujiaoshan, 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-mindedness and warm-heartedness. 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, setting off his bed of broken cotton wool and falling 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 frost, making him dizzy and picking 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 lady He sold firewood. If there is another time, he will spend a lot of money to buy enough firewood for a month.
The farmer in the distance vaguely seemed to be sipping something in his throat, and he saw them picking up a pile of dry firewood with a and rake, as if to do something big.
He raked his waist and couldn't help listening carefully with his old, faint ears.
"Burn ash-burnt ash -"
"Burn ash--"
Burning ash is a light physical activity that farmers will do in winter. The decaying hay and dead wood in winter are messy and messy, absorbing the fertility of the land. Taking advantage of the fire in the winter, the mountain was burned, and the dead branches and leaves on the mountain were burned into grass and charcoal. The grass and ash covered the ground. After a while, the ash melted into the ground, and it just became fat. In the coming year, the hills can be covered with pigs, cattle, sheep and other animals. The fat, tender, and alfalfa grasses eaten by the animals are very useful.
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!"
Holding firewood, he 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 flooded layer by layer at an unbelievable speed, and instantly fainted the dead 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, and a few blood marks were cut.
The temperature of the flame gradually rising, and began to lick his beard and eyebrows. The blazing fire licked the crisp dry branches, burning a meter-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 suffocated by a simple fire. 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 short eyes is only under regret. If he can just run slowly and hurry, he can still go down the mountain well. This stone must be the saddest one in his life.
His fists slammed a handful of warm soil softly, and his old turbid 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 didn't 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