Chapter 63:

Walking to the cowshed, Gu Huaijin was holding his own hen and smoothed it.
"Good guy, it's really amazing, and laid two full eggs."
Gu Huaijin really cherishes this hen very much. With it, Gu Gong can taste dozens of ways to eat eggs. Steamed, fried and braised, his weight soared.
The 100-dollar meal cost is too worth paying.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhiqing is a kind-hearted and kind-hearted girl, otherwise she is willing to give him such delicious food every day.
Lunch at once a day became Gu Huaijin's huge spiritual pillar. With it, it seems that the pain and tiredness of the whole day have disappeared.
Gu Huaijin finished the egg and saw Zhao Lanxiang passing by.
"Still not sleeping?"
Zhao Lanxiang did not speak and looked around.
Gu Huaijin said again: "What did you do tonight, really fragrant."
"When you cook like this, you smell so drooling in the front and back rooms, it's too kind."
Zhao Lanxiang went to the firewood room to pick up the warm frog in the pot and took it to Gu Gong in a bowl.
She took advantage of the night and asked, "Where is Prophet Hu?"
Gu Huaijin said: "Where else can he go, he hasn't gone to Wu Gong yet."
The people in Hezitun were not friendly to Hu Prophet. Hu Prophet had become a reformer from an infinite number of engineers, and received a lot of anger. Only his brother Wu Yong treated him as well as he used to. Prophet Hu was willing to go to him often.
Zhao Lanxiang snorted silently and poured the meat from the bowl into Gu Huaijin's broken bowl.
Gu Huaijin can be said to be very surprised. He usually only eats a meal at noon. For dinner, he always eats wild vegetables mixed with sweet potato porridge in the cafeteria.
The wind often blows the scent of Hejia Chaifang towards the bullpen. The scent tonight is unusually fragrant. Gu Huaijin swallowed silently, feeling more and more like a dog.
Why the landlord's cowshed was built on the windward side of the firewood house, this design made him very angry.
When Zhao Lanxiang saw him not eating, he coughed and said, "Eat, I have something to ask for."
"You eat, so I can speak."
Gu Huaijin was willing to eat happily. The remaining meat in the bowl was actually not much, but the hot and hot taste was enough to make him taste for a long time, and the side dishes were not delicious in his eyes. Beans, cucumbers, potato leaves, lettuce, stewed soft and delicious. It's spicy and refreshing, the soup is rich and delicious, and the little garnished chicken is more and more precious.
It was so delicious that people swallowed their tongues.
Gu Huaijin licked the last rice clean and asked kindly, "What can I do for you?"
Gu Huaijin is very puzzled. He is now a poor and poor old man. It's not a bad thing to tire others. Where else can he help her? However, since she rarely turned to him, he would try to solve the problem for her.
Just when Gu Huaijin thought she was going to ask about the project, Zhao Lanxiang took out the letter in her arms.
It was written by Jiang Jianjun.
She said: "This person should come out of the same place as your son."
"He wrote a lot of letters to me, and his family is very powerful...you know, I'm talking with Bo Ge." Zhao Lanxiang said, stopped here at the right time.
Gu Huaijin glanced at the letter carefully, and an old face suddenly turned red.
He said angrily: "Why, he wants to pester you?"
Zhao Lanxiang also said: "I heard him mention that Gu Shuoming is his direct leader..."
Zhao Lanxiang's voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible, and only allowed Gu Huaijin to hear it alone.
She said something to him.
After listening to Zhao Lanxiang’s request, Gu Huaijin suddenly jumped up and said, "What is there!"
"I write to you, let my kid cure him by the way!"
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help crying and coughing. "It doesn't have to be that serious. I just want to see Mr. Gu and write an introduction letter to me."
Gu Huaijin wrote a letter of introduction to the boss of the family according to Zhao Lanxiang's statement, and asked people to personally receive the girl Zhao.
Gu Huaijin finished, and he was relieved.
Looking at the girl holding the letter he wrote, there was a light-hearted smile on his face, and he was a little happy in his heart.
This came from the ease with which he finally had a little effect and tried his best to repay the human debt.
Gu Huaijin opened his hand and put up a draft sheet, "Miss Zhao, it's not easy to talk to He Er about the object."
"After passing this level, there are still many difficulties waiting."
"As an old man, I'm not too optimistic about the people you talk to. But the poor boy is my benefactor, and I hope he has a better life..."
Gu Huaijin chanted his poem happily again.
"The first is not the best, lest the soul be turned upside down; the second is not familiar, the best, lest the acacia linger."
Zhao Lanxiang's eyes twitched uncontrollably, and she said slowly: "Escape is useless, confidence is given by yourself, not others."
"Okay, don't read poetry anymore in the evening, be careful to be heard again and beat again."
Gu Huaijin just finished reading these two sentences and suddenly fell asleep in the haystack.
Zhao Lanxiang pinched the hot letter in his hand and walked back to the house with ease.
In the light, she stepped on the pedal of the sewing machine and dropped her head to make a neat line. A long-sleeved shirt that belonged to a man fell into her hand.
Qingling Ling's moonlight was scattered on the hay in the cowshed, and it was also scattered in the bald courtyard of the Li family.
He Songye hit the water, washed away the fat powder on his face, and burned the hot water to wipe Li Dali.
Li Dali's dark face suddenly turned red. Although he didn't drink, he was better than drinking.
The dim and weak oil lamp tried its best to spit out the inferior kerosene, and the wick occasionally burst out a weak "bang" sound. He Songye picked the wick, and heard that Granny said that the candles could not be extinguished the night before the wedding, but they couldn't afford a large pair of coarse candles, they could only light the lamp.
Li Dalixin suddenly jumped badly, and his heart was hot, as if he could hear the sound of blood flowing in his brain.
He Songye was still wiping his hair. When he saw Li Dali, he didn’t move. He tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously, "Why don’t you sleep?"
"Wipe yourself and go to bed."
Li Dali suffocated his chest, and rubbed his body honestly.
He stroked his paralyzed, unhealthy leg, and angrily pressed the man's dry fire inside him.
The pair of thighs that were once strong and sturdy now become ugly, and may never be able to be better. How could he still have a clean face to think about it.
He Songye saw her husband's discouraged and disgusted eyes, walked over to squat down and picked up the rag, rubbing him like a washboard.
"It will be fine, don't be afraid."
Li Dali wailed and yelled, although the mother-in-law was thin, but her strength was not small, the cocoon with dissatisfied fingers scraped his heart trembling and itching.
He caught the only plump piece of meat on the mother-in-law and said, "Don't wipe it, it's a waste of time."
He Songye murmured angrily and frightenedly at the dark eyes of the man with dark hair.
...
The next day, when He Songbai got up, he found that the window sill was already covered with a brilliant light.
He rubbed his heavy head and knocked several times in frustration.
over slept.
Zhao Lanxiang heard the movement and touched her. She smiled and summoned He Songbai to get up, "Hurry up and eat."
"Will work in the mountains later."
By the way, she handed the thing in the hand to the man, and He Songbai saw something like a cloth and rubbed her sleepy eyes.
"what is this?"
He asked in a daze.
"Clothes, are you awake?" Zhao Lanxiang asked with a smile, urging him to try clothes:
"Change it and see if it's appropriate or inappropriate."
Zhao Lanxiang never measured He Songbai's body with a ruler, but she had inexplicable confidence.
Sitting behind his car several times, she could detect his size with her eyes closed.
"No... I mean, what are you doing to me?"
He Songbai was baffled by this sudden appearance, but at the same time his heart warmed again.
"Is this what you have done for a while? I, I thought you were making clothes for your younger brother..."
Zhao Lanxiang said: "All, but you should not eat a child's vinegar."
He Songbai quickly took off his clothes and put on the new clothes that the subject made for him.
"Yeah, this craft is just good!"
"I can't buy any money!"
But he wore it for a while, felt the joy of wearing new clothes, took it off again, folded it on the head of the bed lovingly.
He said: "It's too new. I just wear it in the house. I'll wear it out when it's worn out."
The author has something to say:
At the end of the last chapter, I added some content. If you can’t connect, you can go and see~
small theater:
He Songye: Woo woo woo...
Li Dali: Although he can't speak, um, but the babble sound is also very nice.
Lifetime Jun: The police uncle is coming, I want to get off!