Bai Fumei in the ’70s

She took off her mask and rolled up her long sleeves to reveal a white Yingying arm.Her sweat dripped drippingly and her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body.

At this time a slight footstep came from the cornfield, a man carrying a pole, a bucket of water in each head and tail.He bent the pole sombrely, but he steadily carried the water through the large corn field without a drop of water.

Zhao Lanxiang\'s movement of pinching the mask fan stopped for a moment. It was He Songbai\'s old man!

She quickly drilled out of the green cornfield and smiled at Song Bai and shouted, "Comrade, wait a minute, I have difficulty. Can you help me?"

The sound is crisp and sweet, like a lark in the mountains.

It\'s a pity that the man seemed to be deaf, but also accelerated his pace and walked past her with water until the shadow gradually shrank and disappeared.Zhao Lanxiang looked at the dripping water on the way of the man, and his autumn eyes were dark.As for...walking faster than running.

But she was not frustrated. She put on her gloves again and squatted on the ground to start drafting.

After about ten minutes, there was a sound of learning in the cornfield.Zhao Lanxiang hooked her lips, keeping her squatting position on the ground, while quietly glancing at the figure behind with Yu Guang.

Among the green eyes, the black figure was tall and thin, very thin like a bamboo pole.

The man went down the cornfield without saying a word, silently stooped down and started to pull the grass, his thick black heroic brows were not wrinkled, and he lifted the weeds around Zhao Lanxiang cleanly.Even the stubborn messy grass with thorns was cleared in three or five times.

After clearing the two points, he took a break and asked in a rough voice, "Which piece of land is yours?"

Zhao Lanxiang covered the scorching sun with corn leaves and took a rest for a while.She pointed this land with her finger and made a circle. "Here to this side, I have done both of these land."

The woman\'s delicate and fair skin is covered in the green corn stalks and leaves, and the dazzling sun shines in the eyes. The eyes are very soft and full of water, as if rubbing the sunlight into the eyes, dazzling again warm.

He Songbai turned away in silence, raised his hoe with dull head and worked for another half an hour, finishing all the rest of Zhao Lanxiang\'s work.

He Songbai didn\'t dare to look at Zhao Lanxiang, but Zhao Lanxiang looked at him carefully and looked over and over.He wore a not-so-tough cloth today, and his short trousers finally covered the lower abdomen. The two slender thighs were stylish and strong.The work was hot, he wanted to be shirtless, but in the end he was thinking about the presence of a woman, and he only pulled his sleeves to the highest position, revealing wheat-colored muscles.The thin layer is strong and strong.

Thin is a little thinner, but the strength is not small.Eat more nutrition and your muscles will return.

Zhao Lanxiang took out a white-faced steamed bun from the cloth bag, thoughtfully.

"My biggest wish is to eat a white-faced steamed bun." The old man hugged her late at night and sighed with emotion.

When the educated youths of the second team went to the county to buy farm tools, she dragged them and gave them a bag of Fuqiang powder.She used the eight-pound fuqiang powder to exchange with the canteen\'s chef the request to eat white noodles and steamed buns every month.

One pound of white noodles can make 10 big buns, eight pounds can make 80, she eats two a day.The remaining two kilograms of rich and strong powder are used as a cook\'s labor fee.

Zhao Lanxiang handed over a cold white-faced bun and raised it to He Songbai\'s chin.

He Songbai\'s attention fell on the white and tender buns she handed over.

The snowy white skin is smooth and bright, and the body is round and lovely.This kind of steamed bun made from the finest white flour is not stained with a hint of variegation, and it is as white as snow falling in winter.It is said that it is soft and sweet, and it can evoke the most real hunger that is buried in the heart. It is a taste that He Songbo has never tasted.

However, her white and tender palms were softer than this steamed bun. Yingrun\'s thumb had just taken off her gloves, and she was covered in white. Only her fingertips showed a touch of cherry powder, and she held it on the snow-white bun. Tempting.

He Songbai moved his dark eyes away from the woman and landed in the black mud.

"No." His face was full of indifference, and fierceness revealed in his eyes.

He asked: "How much is your sugar?"

Zhao Lanxiang: "What?"

The man was more impatient and said, "Sanya took your sugar, and the money was exchanged for your sugar and held."

He shook out fifty cents from his pocket, and crumpled gross tickets were stuffed into Zhao Lanxiang\'s hands.

Zhao Lanxiang was pushed back a few steps by his rude action.

Zhao Lanxiang said softly: "It\'s just a few sugars, what more money? You don\'t have time to help me. Thank you, please sit down and have a meal."

In front of the man, the woman blocked the road silently and saw her smile all over again.He gathered his eyebrows, impatiently pushed the person aside, lifted the shovel and turned away.

He Songbai\'s strange look was wild and cold, like a thorn.

Zhao Lanxiang grew so big that he had never met a more indifferent gaze.

Unexpectedly, the old man was still cold and cruel when he was young.In the old age, there were more gentlemen and more gentlemen. Now, when you are young, this version 1.0 has more thorns.Zhao Lanxiang gnawed a few bites of white-faced buns, chewing hard, and staring thoughtfully at the darkening spot in front of him.

One day it will make you look good!

...

In the afternoon, Zhao Lanxiang returned to the collective hostel of the educated youth, and looked at him with Jiang Li.She bathed herself, bathed, and drank medicine.

Zhao Lanxiang didn\'t spare time for a week to find He Songbai.It was not because of the initial contact with older men that they were hit, but because they were assigned too much labor.

The heavy farming occupies her energy, and she is so tired that she falls directly to bed every time she finishes her work. She has no strength to hook up the old man. She can only smash it when she goes to sleep at night. To comfort.

The educated youth\'s food was very poor. The food was not oily and watery, and there was no meat foam. Three meals of rough grain buns were eaten with sweet potato greens every day. Occasionally, the rough grain buns were replaced with sweet potato porridge. Zhao Lanxiang and another old educated youth in the dormitory Just kidding, where is the sweet potato mixed with rice, obviously the sweet potato mixed with sweet potato, and the rice grains in Huang Chengcheng\'s sweet potato chips are all countable.

Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang did not rely on collective meals to eat, and she still held the living expenses given by her parents.

After nibbling the corn sweet potato in the cafeteria for a week, Zhao Lanxiang planned to buy some meat and flour to improve the food at the weekend.

Zhao Lanxiang finished the sweet potato porridge gurglingly, without seeing oil flowers for a week, and the greedy meat was very greedy.

The eldest sister Zhou Jiazhen glanced at Zhao Lanxiang, "I think the conditions in your house are also very good. Why didn\'t you stay in the city and work, came to the country?"

"I feel that building a new rural world can achieve the ideals of life. I struggle hard every day. It\'s especially interesting. I\'m here."

Zhou Jiazhen smiled bitterly, but this person is different from others.If she had Zhao Lanxiang\'s condition, she wouldn\'t go to the countryside if she was killed.

In her case, after finishing elementary school, she stayed in the city and could not find a job. The whole family was supported by a working brother.In order not to increase the burden on her brother that year, she did not hesitate to go to the countryside to have a meal.

Zhou Jiazhen said: "You have little energy and can\'t do hard work. If you are clear, you can take the pork and go to the captain\'s house. Let him send you a light job."

Zhao Lanxiang listened to Zhou Jiazhen and looked up at her.

"Okay, thanks for your suggestions."

The corner of Zhao Lanxiang\'s mouth slightly bent, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

Her pair of autumn eyes had a layer of oily shine, her skin was delicate and tender, her dark hair was soft and satin-like, and she was particularly nutritious. She looked like she hadn\'t suffered or suffered from hunger.

When not working, Zhao Lanxiang wore a simple white shirt with a black skirt on her lower body, and her soft hair naturally put her shawl down.It looks very beautiful and plain, and is not very well dressed, but it looks good everywhere, and there is a good look that can\'t be said.

The male educated youths glanced at Zhao Lanxiang, and the hardships of working seemed to dissipate.She is like a beautiful landscape, attracting attention.

Zhao Lanxiang is not as passionate about communication as other female educated youths, and communication with male educated youths is even more pitiful, so that male educated youths have no chance to contact Zhao Lanxiang.After all, this year\'s relationship between men and women is still more particular, Zhao Lanxiang still behaved so coldly, and gay men rushed to talk quite suspiciously with bad intentions.

After a series of Saturdays, the captain finally let go of this group of educated youths who went to the countryside. Jiang Li took a group early in the morning with a group of educated youths to get down in the county.

Zhao Lanxiang did not join in the excitement, only to buy five pounds of white noodles and a piece of pork, three or two oil.

She was dumbfounded when she brought these things back to the collective dormitory, and their dorm collapsed overnight.Zhou Jiazhen hurriedly ran out of the collective dormitory with a hoe, said with a lingering fear: "Fortunately, okay, there are not many people inside, did not kill people."

Zhao Lanxiang dumbfounded and asked Zhou Jiazhen: "What\'s wrong with this?"

Zhou Jiazhen said: "It seems that Zhao Si ran into a wall when he drove the pigs, and the dormitory collapsed. Originally, our educated youth dormitory was transformed from an old house. It\'s very powerful... I suddenly collapsed when I was cooking, hey—the white spoiled my good piece of meat."

"I have to scold Zhao Si." Zhou Jiazhen said angrily.

The villagers were slightly repulsive to the educated youths in these cities. They did not work hard and ate food in vain. They did not make any contribution to the food index of the brigade every year.When the first batch of educated youths came down, the village was poor and they couldn\'t raise enough money to build new houses for them. The old captain repainted the old houses and let these educated youths live.Later, the villagers gradually realized the instincts of this group of educated youth, and they no longer want to pay for these people to build houses.

What should I do? Nowhere tonight, Zhou Jiazhen and Zhao Lanxiang looked at each other.

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