Chapter 220： lemon tree

Chapter 220 On the Lemon Tree

An Zhixia stopped, panic suddenly flashed in her heart.

If one day my brother knew that she was not really An Zhixia, what would his reaction be? After all, An Zhixia was his biological sister who really had to accompany him through the grief of his mother's death, endured the hardships under his stepmother, and stayed with him for eighteen years.

But this thought really just passed by in a flash. A big smile appeared on her little face, "Brother, let's go home!"

Who could have thought of such a ridiculous thing as soul-transportation? She was in An Zhixia's body, and that was An Zhiqiu's biological sister. This was a fact that could not be changed no matter what.

“You are finally back,” Fang Hongye, who came out to greet her after hearing the noise, let out a long sigh of relief and came forward with a smile. However, before the door was closed, she was locked tightly in her husband’s arms. She was stunned for a moment, feeling the man's great mood swings. She blushed and patted his shoulder, looking at An Zhixia with worry and doubt.

An Zhixia gave a sour expression, put down the car and closed the door, sighing softly: "You guys can continue hugging me. Anyway, I have fallen out of favor with my brother." She usually received hugs from her brother for comfort when he was feeling low. Now this exclusive only falls to my sister-in-law.

So sour, she is the lemon essence on the lemon tree!

An Zhiqiu grabbed her dumbfounded and knocked a roasted chestnut over her, "If you don't tease your brother and sister-in-law for a day, you'll feel uncomfortable all over, right? You've been riding for a long time, and you're not tired or hungry?"

An Zhixia went to wash her hands and change clothes with a smile. She sat in the warm room, ate and drank, and suddenly felt very happy.

"Don't be mean to us, here, there is a letter from your spouse," Fang Hongye took out a letter from the house and said with a smile, "There is also a sack of things that came with it. I dragged it to the house for you."

An Zhixia made a face at her, took the letter, and said mercilessly: "You didn't give me the letter earlier, and you won't give it to me until later. Why don't you take it out at this time? You think I'm an eyesore. I know, I know, little one." This will make room for you to sit down and talk all night long.”

An Zhiqiu and Fang Hongye were also laughed at now. They couldn't help but rolled their eyes and laughed and cursed in unison: "Don't be so good when you get an advantage!"

Back in the house, An Zhixia looked at the handwriting on the envelope that showed the joy of its owner, and felt a slight joy in her heart. She still put the letter aside, moved a horse and started to unpack the bulging sacks.

Maybe they had eaten together many times in Hetang Village, and Fang Yuan knew that she was not happy with anything. Hetang Village was backed by mountains, and the commune was also running a prosperous breeding farm. This time, there was something in the sack again. Most of the various meat products are packed in vacuum packages.

Feed fat chicken, chewy, full of black skin pork, small meat sheep with delicious meat, beef spine suitable for steaks, common odors on all kinds of mountains, and fish and shrimp caught from the river in winter!

Other than that, there is half a bag of tanned solid-color rabbit skin.

In modern times, there is no one who is so bold as to give meat and rabbit skins in sacks as gifts. She was a little dumbfounded, but her heart was filled with a little bit of sweetness. This letter was probably written by him behind the back of his children, because it was sent before he came to Kyoto, so the content of the letter was quite satisfactory, and his emotions were difficult to contain.

After reading it three or four times, An Zhixia lay down on the table and started writing a reply.

She held her chin in a daze for a while and briefly wrote down what happened recently. She couldn't help complaining like a little daughter that her brother now only cares about his sister-in-law, and she became the poor one in the family. It was so miserable.

Think about how every time someone sends something in a big package, she just mails Kyoto specialties, which seems so insincere. An Zhixia flipped through the bills and saw the woolen tickets. She remembered that the last time Fang Yuan saw her brother's sweater, he often begged for it in front of her.

What "Your brother is so lucky, I haven't worn a new sweater in years..."

“Is this new sweater warm? I have forgotten what it feels like...”

“In the future, your brother will have a daughter-in-law, and someone will arrange his clothes for him, so don’t mess around, so as not to affect the relationship between the couple..."

He had the nerve to speak, but she didn’t have the nerve to listen.

Well, the next day, she spent all the wool and cashmere coupons and exchanged some with her colleagues. When she got home, she and Fang Hongye divided the things and spent half of their time knitting sweaters and cashmere sweaters every night.

An Zhixia conceives the program in her mind without delaying the movements of her hands. Once she has an idea, she records it with a voice recorder. When she has a clear idea, she starts writing directly. Taking both into account, her efficiency is even higher than before.

At lunch, she and Fang Hongye were knitting with sticks and needles.

This time it was An Zhiqiu's turn to talk sarcastically around the girl, "People who have a partner are different. They don't even look at my brother. Alas, this girl is in vain."

An Zhixia glanced at him, pursed her lips and smiled and continued to work.

"Ye'er," An Zhiqiu approached his wife again and praised with a smile: "Your weaving is really beautiful. Do you still have a lot of cashmere thread at home? Can you knit one set for each of your father and mother? It just so happens that you and Xia Xia I'll mail it together, it's colder in the countryside than here."

“Xia Xia has already bought my father and mother’s share,” Fang Hongye said with a smile.

An Zhiqiu was stunned, took a look at the sweater in Fang Hongye's hand, and immediately continued to say bitterly: "Ye'er, you should knit it for me first, and after you finish knitting my father's and mother's and mail them over, you should exchange them over there." Undressed."

“Xia Xia knitted two sets for you last year, and I will knit them for you again in the autumn,” Fang Hongye patted him on the shoulder, her words of comfort very perfunctory.

An Zhiqiu suddenly felt that he had lost favor in front of the two women at home, so he went into the kitchen to study the dishes.

It took a week for An Zhixia to knit a piece of velvet mixed clothing for each of the four members of the Fang family, and mail it out to Uncle Fang and Aunt Fang, plus some Kyoto specialties, nutritional supplements, candies, etc.

An Zhixia was at work, so Li Hanqian and his wife took a car to Dongfeng Shili Supply and Marketing Cooperative, abducted her and drove her to the outskirts of the city.

“This is the rendering of the breeding farm that has been revised by experts. Do you think there is anything else that needs to be added?” Li Hanqian handed An Zhixia the heavy drawings rolled into a barrel.

The space in the car is not very large, so An Zhixia opened it to look at it and rolled it up to make room for the pictures behind it. This stack of drawings contains several items: factory layout, circuits, waterways, gas lines, ventilation systems, temperature control systems, light control systems, disinfection systems, septic tanks, etc.

All the areas that needed attention were taken into consideration. She looked at it carefully three times before shaking her head with a smile and saying, "As a layman, I can't see any problems. We still have to wait until it is implemented before we can know which areas need improvement."

“Yes, practice is the only criterion for testing truth.” Li Hanqian nodded in agreement, and suddenly pointed to the place where the red silk was hung on the tree in front and said: “Here we are, this is the land that the organization granted us to build the breeding farm!”

(End of this chapter)