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He Songbai, who heard the words, was choked on by the subject and looked into the pot, but he really didn't see the shadow of porridge.A large bowl of porridge made him drink a sip in two or three.

Although he didn't know what to do, he had no choice but to clean up the dishes and left the firewood.

He sniffed hard on his body, thinking about the smell of pig's excrement that the subject said, and was too late to scoop water from the water tank at night and took a cool cold bath.

After packing up, He Songbai, who was finally able to lie down on the bed, had a feeling of busyness. After the shower, he had a little more energy and could not sleep for a while.

The swaying oil lamps dragged his thoughts to their humble "pig farm" ten miles away.

He blew out the oil lamp, thinking about all aspects of the pig farm, and fell into endless thinking, his eyes dark as if blending into the thick night.

The time goes back half a month ago.

After He Songbai had enough money, he and Li Zhong handed over 4,000 yuan to Master He. Master He quickly took them to see the piglets.Li Zhong made a decision immediately, built a pig farm immediately, and took the piglets back to raise them as soon as possible.Li Zhong said to do it, because they were afraid of too much movement, they even cut the shed for the pig farm to make a little pile of wood in the mountains.

Seeing that it was about to enter the winter, the pig farm with grass and trees was not windproof and too cold and was afraid of freezing the piglets. He Songbai also had to secretly buy bricks and hire a cement worker to build the wall.

He Songbai also knows a bit about carpentry. Earlier he learned with a carpenter master.I had expected to have one more ability to eat, but few people came to him to work after leaving the teacher.

He Songbai invited his master, and Li Zhong took a meal to the state-run meal. The white rice and the pork belly with oil, the poor and straightforward carpenter master was impressed and followed them. Building pig farms in deep mountains.

During this time, He Songbai's miracles were erratic, and he was busy running away to supervise the pig farm, and he took his hands to work.Although tired enough to choke, but my heart is getting stronger.

The new pig farm is built from the beginning to the end, from a little bit covered up until it is about to be completed.Looking at it, He Songbai was like looking at a child who was pulled by his own hands, and he was full of energy.

The next day, He Songbai got up early.

Early winter is a period of agricultural slack. Except for the members of the brigade who raise pigs, sheep, cattle, and cattle, and the members who take turns to guard the fruit trees, the rest of the people basically did not work hard.Even if there is, the little bit of trivial work every day is not enough for people to stuff their teeth.

Li Daniu is not as meticulous as his elder brother. He arranges everything for everyone.In the early winter, he led a member of a production team to successively harvest wheat and potatoes in the field, and then completely rested.

He Songbai took a sip of the heater, the weather was getting colder and colder, and it was difficult for him to get up and go to the pig farm ten miles in the morning.He put on his clothes and pushed the door out to wash.

The sky was gray, and Zhao Lanxiang, who also got up early, caught He Songbai who just got up.

He crouched by the eaves and brushed his teeth with willow branches. Zhao Lanxiang saw and handed him a toothbrush, and then took out toothpaste from his pocket and squeezed the size of the soybeans.

"Isn't it debt recovery, so fast that I can't even afford a toothbrush?"

The hand of the willow branch held by He Songbai stopped for a moment, and took over the brand new toothbrush handed by the subject.

He said vaguely: "You got up so early?"

When a cold cold wind blew, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but shrink her neck into the scarf. She watched the man crouching under the eaves still wearing a thin and shabby long-sleeved shirt, saying: "It's too early, don't worry. Go work, will you come to my room with me?"

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and the day is late. In addition, the villagers in the cold weather are basically happy to stay at home and do not like to move around. He Songbai does not have to hurry to set off in the middle of the night as in summer.

He Songbai heard the object so demand, and dare to disagree.He grasped the movement tightly and went to her house after washing.

A warm fragrance came from the woman's house, a little sullen and extremely warm.

He Songbai did not come here for a while, and saw many new changes in her room. It was a little unexpected.

Zhao Lanxiang took off his coat and took a dark black guy out of the cabinet. He patted and shook it in front of He Songbai to unfold it.

This is a cotton coat.

He Songbai's dark eyes flashed slightly, dark and silent.

"You left early and returned late, and you don't know many things at home. My eldest sister and I are making clothes, and I let her work for me."

"Really?" He Songbai was a little surprised.

He knew that the mother-in-law always had so many ideas.

She could make his elder sister willingly do the job, earn the money, and quietly no movement, which surprised him.

When He Songbai decided to do speculative things from the beginning, he had no intention of telling his elder sister about it, except to inform Grandma, and wanted to keep it in the end.Because he knew that his elder sister was stubborn and not flexible enough to tell her that it was resistance.

He couldn't imagine the elder sister helping the subject make clothes together.

He Songbai's lips squirmed a bit, and he wanted to ask the sister's response.

In his opinion, the eldest sister knew that he had done this, and it was estimated that he had to break his head before he could get angry.After all, this livelihood is disgraceful, and the reputation of their family is already bad.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "Don't be stupid, try it on?"

She patted the coat in her hand and handed it to the man.

This coat is the result of her past few days. Winter is coming, and his thicker clothes have nothing but the new tunic suit.But the tunic was still new, and he couldn't wear it out. He wore long-sleeved shirts and wobbled around every day.

It doesn't look like a man with a huge amount of money in her pocket. This low-key level makes her admire.

Where does Zhao Lanxiang know that this man's natural risk-taking spirit has prompted him to put all his worth into the pig farm?

He Songbai's dark eyes couldn't help but show softness, he nodded and put on the clothes made by the subject with his own hands.

The coat that the subject has made for him is already “prepared for decent”, just wear it directly.The more he wears, the more at ease he wears. The outer fabric of the "broken coat" is worn out, and a few "holes" are broken, and several patches have been applied, which are gray.However, there were new, warm cotton batting inside, and after putting on the coal stove that was burning in this room for a while, he was directly sweating.

The slightly harder fabric was windproof and wide, and he was dressed quite a bit.

Zhao Lanxiang looked up and down, with an appreciative eye, very satisfied.

The flesh-grown He Songbai is a natural clothes hanger. When he first saw him, he was thin and gloomy, with a somber vicious eyebrow, cold and impersonal. The atmosphere of the whole person is very weak, and it is hidden in the corner. No one will notice.In the second half of the year, the food of the He family improved, he ate more, and the meat on his face grew back, and he gradually became more handsome.

She has long legs and wide shoulders, and she wears a cotton fleece that makes her dazzlingly handsome.

The "broken" of this coat is not the kind that has been worn for a long time, old, and sloppy. The water-washed fabric of the work cloth comes with a gradient color texture. After washing it a few times, she will wear it specially. Grinding gray and black with black color, the holes that are broken are in line with the golden ratio, and have an irregular beauty scattered on the coat.

This coat has the same effect as the intentionally broken jeans of later generations. The break is a little bit broken. Anyway, it will make her look good. Isn't it intentionally spoiling the clothes?

People nowadays cannot appreciate the "dilapidated beauty", which is just right.

He Songbai didn't have as much thought as Zhao Lanxiang. As a pure 50, he felt the clothes that were worn out like bags, and he was satisfied and regrettable.

"Looks like picking someone else's old clothes to wear."

His deep eyebrows stretched out, and he couldn't help laughing. His sharp, sharp-cut corners of the eyes were slightly provoked, and he brought a breath of unbridled spirit.

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but glared at him because he was "knowledgeless".

"Then you can dress in peace!"

"Such sturdy clothes can be worn for several years!"

He Songbai nodded his head, orderly buttoned one by one, "I still have something, let's go first."

"Wait back at night."

Zhao Lanxiang watched him riding a bicycle in this way, and disappeared into the gray night with a whistling sound, looked down at the watch, only five o'clock.

...

He Songbai rode a car to find a straight.

He had hard money in his arms and his chest was hot and jumped.

The gentleness of the woman made him softer and softer, so he became more determined.

The cold, trembling wind blowing in the mountains in winter was blocked by his torn coat, and He Songbai was not cold at all. He was riding a bicycle faster than ever.

He soon came to Shunzi's house.

Shunzi is an old man who has stood guard and sent his post for many years, and his profound and "detective power" is not comparable to others.Pigs that raise pigs are not difficult to find. Most people in the countryside have experience in raising pigs.It is not difficult to find a craftsman who builds a house. His master is that the most critical "post" technical post is still an experienced old man.

If the pig-killing farm of Yangbaoshan collapsed last time, if there were no straights, a large group of pig-killing masters would have to be involved in pulling out radishes and mud.Putting a whistle straight isn't just standing and looking at the wind. His sharp eyes like eagle eyes can see through the people who are walking on the road who are peasants and who are the policemen who catch the lord.

This is not something the average person can do.

He Songbai wanted to ask Shunzi to "go out of the mountain".

It wasn't dawning, Shunzi was still embracing her mother-in-law's kang head, and she didn't wake up.

He Songbai disturbed his dreams. He was both surprised and angrily said: "What's the matter with me?"

He put on a coat while talking, and followed He Songbai into the bush.

He Songbai asked him to squeeze the thick money in the bag. He deliberately exchanged the money for a two-piece loose note. A few hundred pieces of bills stacked together can be as thick as a brick.

Such a "rich money" makes Shengzi stunned.

"You... what do you mean?"

He Songbai handed him a cigarette and lit it with his own hands. The polished matches lit up the faces of the two whose emotions were bleak.

With a smile in his eyes, his eyebrows flew into the temples, and his short-headed spirit was clean.

"Want to make money with you."

"Pig farm, whistle, do you dare to do it?"

Shun Zi heard that the smoke in his mouth almost fell to the ground.Where did he think of this master pig splitter who was too poor to eat meat, and one day he dare to breathe so hard to invite him to work in the mountains.

He Songbai paused and said, "Our pig farm is closed, now I have been contracted, and I still lack a lookout post. I will keep this position for you. Do you want to do it?"

He stuffed his warm bills into his straight coat.The movements are neat, without any muddle.Rao was a straight man who had earned so many whistle money on the pig farm for so many years and couldn't help but slap his tongue.

"Fuck, fuck."

Shun Zi froze for a long time, said quietly, holding the thick brick money.

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Xiangxiang: He has no clothes to wear, so pitiful.

Lifetime Jun: In the slums... local tyrants

emmmm, are you... too low-key?

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