Grab food

Author: Mahjong Jun

Grab food

Shanqian Village, Zhao Wenmu’s new home.

Zhao Wenmu was lying in the yard, and his old mother Liu Sufang took a small bench and sat next to him to fan herself.

Zhao Jing was cooking mung bean soup in the kitchen, wiping her tears constantly.

Zhao Wenmu frightened everyone when he came in.

His face was abnormally flushed, he was even steaming, and his walking was somewhat unsteady.

Zhao Wenmu didn't expect this. He didn't feel anything when he was working, but he was sweating. On the way home, he felt dizzy and had a headache. It was really uncomfortable.

He has heat stroke.

Liu Sufang and Zhao Jing, who had already put the dried mushrooms into the storehouse and prepared dinner, were sitting in the yard enjoying the shade and talking.

Shanqian Village received electricity at the end of last year, but now each villager only has one tungsten lamp, which they are reluctant to turn on.

Zhao Wenmu installed a lamp in every room of his new home, and also installed several lamps in the mushroom drying field and warehouse.

Under his influence, Zhao Jing became more and more willing to turn on the lights.

At this moment, the two women turned on the lights in the yard, talking and waiting for Zhao Wenmu.

As a result, Zhao Wenmu staggered in.

Liu Sufang is an experienced person and knew immediately that it was heat stroke.

"Quick, help him lie down here for a while!"

Zhao Jing brought a mat and they helped Zhao Wenmu lie down in the yard.

Liu Sufang easily pulled off Zhao Wenmu's vest and towel, and then tried to pull off his pants.

Zhao Wenmu quickly reached out and grabbed him.

"Mom, I'm fine. You don't need to take off your pants."

His voice was weak when he spoke.

Zhao Jing's eyes were filled with distress, and she turned around and wanted to walk out.

"Mom, I'm going to find my eldest brother and sister-in-law. Let's send my little brother to the bathroom!"

His tone was full of anxiety.

"Sister, I'm fine! It's fine, really!"

Zhao Wenmu quickly stopped her.

Liu Sufang touched his forehead and body, and then said to Zhao Jing:

"It's nothing serious, Jing, go and make some mung bean soup."

As she said this, she picked up the cattail leaf fan and fanned Zhao Wenmu.

Zhao Jing wanted to say something else, so she opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything.

She was still worried and wanted to send her little brother to the clinic.

While Zhao Jing was cooking mung bean soup, she blamed herself in her heart. She blamed herself for not taking good care of Zhao Wenmu and for making him work so hard.

While she was cooking mung bean soup, she went to find a pair of Deliang shorts and put them on for Zhao Wenmu.

Zhao Wenmu naturally had nothing to be embarrassed about in front of his mother and daughter-in-law, not to mention he was still wearing underwear underneath!

Zhao Jing picked up the shorts and vest that Zhao Wenmu had changed out of, and looked at the white sweat stains on them, which felt like fine grains of salt, and felt even worse.

Zhao Wenmu didn't feel uncomfortable for too long. His body was young after all, and he became more energetic after resting for a while.

When he came back from the shower, Zhao Jing had laid out the meal and was waiting for him, and Liu Sufang had also returned home.

"Brother, will you stop selling crayfish from now on?"

Zhao Jing asked tentatively. Zhao Wenmu's decisions were rarely changed. In the past, she would be scolded if she said more than a few words.

"Sister, I just didn't get used to it on the first day, but I'll be fine from now on."

Zhao Wenmu opened a bottle of beer today and poured himself a large glass.

While taking a shower, he had already thought about the fact that his heatstroke was due to decades of past lives and no experience in working in hot summers, especially when he was cooking at the stove.

I am not very adaptable physically and mentally, and my mind is dominant.

Just get used to it.

"Then why don't I go sell it later, and you can look after my daughter at home."

Seeing that he was unwilling to give up, Zhao Jing suggested again.

In fact, Zhao Jing is really good at this job. She is much more hardworking and hardworking than Zhao Wenmu. She can drive mule carts and ox carts.

How could Zhao Wenmu be willing to let her suffer this crime, and there might even be gangsters to harass her!

"no!"

His attitude was very firm.

After finishing speaking, I felt that my tone was too harsh, so I immediately slowed down my voice and added:

"Sister, I'm really fine. I just didn't get used to it on the first day. I'll be fine if I pay more attention in the future."

He reached for a bottle of beer from the side, opened it, and handed it to Zhao Jing.

"Sister, come have a drink with me."

Zhao Jing was also a little angry. She poured herself a glass and drank it.

Of course Zhao Jing has never drank beer.

But it doesn't matter, she drank liquor.

Once she was bullied miserably by Zhao Wenmu again, so she went to Yao Wenjing to cry. Yao Wenjing had always hated Zhao Wenmu. When Zhao Wenmu and Zhao Jing were still normal before they got married, Yao Wenjing didn't like him.

I always feel that this child is spoiled and cannot withstand setbacks.

After getting married, he treated Zhao Jing badly, and Yao Wenjing naturally hated him even more.

As a border girl, Yao Wenjing was not even afraid of Qilu men when it came to drinking liquor. From time to time, she would save some liquor in her dormitory and drink it secretly.

When Zhao Jing came to see her that day, she simply took out a bottle of Laobaigan she had just bought.

58 degrees, one pound, Laobaigan produced by a local winery.

At that time, every county in Qilu Province had at least one winery.

The two little girls were like this, you had a cup and I had a cup, without even a peanut, they made a pound of liquor.

When she left, Zhao Jing's face was red and her body didn't even move.

The beer is cool, sweet, and delicious.

After a while, Zhao Jing finished one bottle.

He stretched out his hand and looked at Zhao Wenmu.

Zhao Wenmu opened another bottle for her.

Zhao Jing finished her drink soon.

Keep reaching out.

Zhao Wenmu felt a little distressed.

Feeling sorry for his beer, he took over the remaining Tsingtao beer from the supply and marketing cooperative.

At 9 cents per bottle, it’s not cheap.

These days, beer is tied with wire, and two bottles are tied together. In the 1990s and early 21st century, beer was tied with rope, 10 bottles in a bundle, and then in plastic-labeled packages, with 9 bottles in a package.

I used some of the fried crayfish, one bottle for myself today and two bottles for Zhao Jing.

There's only one bottle left.

That's right, he just felt sorry for the wine. Looking at his wife's dignified and delicate look without a blushing face or a beating heart, it was obvious that this little wine was nothing.

The beer doesn't have much staying power either.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jing is still a little drunkard.

Zhao Wenmu hesitantly handed the last bottle to Zhao Jing.

Who would have thought that Zhao Jing, who was submissive to her three months ago, would become a completely different person after drinking three bottles of wine.

"Brother, can you still listen to what I say in the future?!"

Her face was flushed, and she tried to look at Zhao Wenmu with her eyes wide open.

Three bottles of beer is nothing, but I drank it too fast and I felt a little dizzy.
To be continued...