When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on Xue Xiang's pillow, his eyes opened wide. This was the biological clock he had developed since he was a child by practicing martial arts. He would definitely wake up at sunrise. Xue Xiang stood up and just moved
He raised his head and found that his neck was tight. He looked down and saw the little guy's fleshy arms surrounding his neck. Looking down, he saw that his belly was also covered by the little guy's pink and short tui.
Occupied, nothing could be done.
Last night, the little one played until very late before returning home. After washing, he spent half the night in bed, urging Xue Xiang to tell three stories, and then performed one for Kang Tong before falling asleep. Xue Xiang was worried about her.
Due to lack of sleep, he simply stopped getting up. He looked up and saw that there was no one on the left side. Guessing that Kang Tong had gone out for morning exercises, he turned his head and looked out the window.
This is an old-fashioned paper hinged window. Most of the red paint on the window edges has peeled off. The paper covering the window has already turned yellow, and there are holes scattered on it. Last night, because I was greedy for the night view outside the window, this window
He left it open and forgot to close it before going to sleep, which saved Xue Xiang the trouble of opening the window.
Xue Xiang looked out the window and saw several clumps of green bamboo growing on both sides of the window. The bamboo joints were thick and the main branches were already like canopies, showing that they had grown here for many years. A poet said: It is better to eat without meat than live without bamboo.
.presumably
The previous owners of this bedroom probably didn't have this kind of sentiment. If their stomachs are not full, who would dare to indulge in extravagant meat, let alone something indecent. Outside the green bamboo window, there is Xue Daguan, who is cheaply clothed, warm and well-fed.
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Exactly: the green bamboo brings refreshing energy and cleanses my mortal body.
Xue Xiang admired these green bamboo clumps for a long time, took deep breaths for an unknown number of times, and then moved his eyes forward. Opposite the window was a mud path, and at the end of the path was a pond, half an acre in size.
The pond is square in shape and the water is as deep as dark blue. There are sparse clusters of lotus leaves growing between the ponds, sometimes sandwiched with thick reeds. The pond is not big, and the vegetation in it is not lush.
But the pond in the early morning was extremely lively. The group of frogs that had successfully overwintered began to make noises and chirp, and occasionally jumped from the lotus leaves into the water with a pop: the early birds fluttered their wings and fluttered, bringing up a burst of water flowers: the most active ones
They were a few visiting falcons. They turned over and plunged straight into the water from mid-air. The water surface was slightly rippled. When they took off again, there was a small fish on the tip of their snow-white beaks.
In the early morning, when everything comes to life, it is the most wild time in the mountains. This magnificent nature is like the greatest director, this window is a screen, and the most moving movie is being played outside the window. Xue Xiang can see
I was so intoxicated that I reached out to smoke a cigarette, but I didn’t expect that the little guy could hold it.
It was too tight, and there was no movement. He carefully opened the little guy's fleshy little hands, and just as he was about to turn his head, the little hand smacked back to its original position, trapping him. He pulled the little guy again.
The guy moved his little hand away, but before he could move, the little hand stretched out again.
At this time, Xue Xiang didn't know that the little guy was being funny and stretched out his hand to kiss the little guy's armpit. Sure enough, before his hand touched the skin, there was a string of laughter like silver bells. The little guy came from Xue Xiang's arms,
He suddenly poked his head out, and the cheeks of a delicate little face were pulled up, revealing two small tiger teeth. He smiled so proudly that he didn't realize that there were two crystal clear saliva hanging on his cheeks.
Xue Xianggang reached out and took the towel from the bed and wiped the little guy's face. Kang Tong walked in with an iron pot and a small dustpan.
"It's time to have breakfast. Fried dough sticks fried by old ginger and freshly ground soy milk. Should you use it down here or get it in the bed?" Kang Tong was wearing a blue military uniform today and came back from morning exercises. He was full of energy and had sweat on his dark face.
beads.
Xue Xiangchong greeted Kang Tong and asked him to bring breakfast to the outer office. Then he rolled over and got out of bed. After finishing dressing up, he was about to dress the little guy, but he was rejected by the little guy. The little guy pushed Xue Xiang away and shook his hand.
What he said plausibly: "Second sister Bao is half a year younger than me. She dresses by herself. I don't want your help."
Helper, just in time.
The fried dough sticks were freshly fried, juicy and chewy, and the soy milk was freshly ground and full of fragrance. Xue Xiang ate ten deep-fried dough sticks and drank three cups of soy milk before he felt full.
Stretch your waist, just
I feel that life in the countryside is not very difficult. No wonder he, Xue Daguan, is so kind-hearted. Looking at his current net worth, his life is out of touch with this era. How can it not be comfortable if Mr. Qian leads everything?
Not to mention the chicken that he ate a few days ago, just the soy milk and fried dough sticks just now are not something that ordinary members of the backing village can afford and eat. The fine and white refined flour and grains
The plump and plump special-grade soybeans were brought back by Xiao Sun the day before yesterday.
, even the fat used for deep-fried fried dough sticks is not ordinary vegetable oil and soybean oil, but sesame oil. Today’s ingredients are truly natural and pollution-free. How can it not be enjoyable to eat? But if you want to eat these things, no
Don't even think about a fat wallet.
There were too many fried dough sticks this morning, and there was half a dustpan left. Xue Xiangzheng was looking for a mesh cover to cover it up. The little guy who had carried a bag of fried dough sticks out earlier ran back empty-handed and his little face was wrinkled.
She dragged Xue Xiang and ran out the door, still shouting: "There is a brother who watched her eating fried dough sticks with her friends.
After looking at it, he fell on the ground and fell asleep. No matter how he screamed, he couldn't wake up." Xue Xiang was shocked when he heard this. He hugged the little guy and ran out of the door. Kang Tong followed him out. Xue Xiang ran
When I went out, I knew the location of the accident without having to point. Therefore, at that time, a circle of people gathered around the southeast corner of the threshing floor.
Xue Xiang rushed forward. When someone saw him, he shouted that the captain was coming. Everyone gave way, and the crowd of people in front of him immediately made space like a boat sailing through the waves.
Xue Xiang ran into the small circle, put down the little guy, and squatted in front of the man who fell on the ground. He took a closer look and saw that it was one of the three male educated youths, but he couldn't name him. He looked up again and saw all around him.
The ones who were most concerned were the other seven intellectuals.
Qing. Xue Xiang has only been in Kaoshan for five days. During these five days, he was either busy punishing people, holding meetings, or killing snakes. He finally stopped today and was looking for a chance to chat with a few educated youths. Who knows, but...
We met in this way.
Xue Xiang opened the man's eyes, pressed his belly, and looked at the face without a trace of blood. He initially concluded that it was hypoglycemia. Although Xue Xiang is not a doctor, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has a good understanding of people's basic signs of life.
He still knew a little bit about it. Not long after, Xiao Sun, who was called by him to call Lao Yaozi, arrived dragging Lao Yaozi. Lao Yaozi
He pulled the educated young man's well a few times, took out a silver needle poured with wine, and stabbed an unknown xue on his head. The educated young man coughed and woke up. The old medicinal man stood up and reported.
The cause of the disease was indeed the same as Xue Xiang had expected before, but Lao Yaozi's statement was more specific - fainting from hunger.
Xue Xiang frowned when he heard this. Although the grain output at the moment is still extremely low, the top management has not bothered the farmers in the past few years. It is not the 5** years. He said that life was poor and some people didn't have enough to eat. He believed it!
To say that someone could faint from hunger was unbelievable to him.
Xue Xiang first asked the name of the educated youth who fainted, and found out that his name was Zheng Tong. He then asked how he could faint from hunger.
Zheng Tong blushed, groaned, and was speechless.
It turned out that these educated youths had been drinking porridge for a month. Zheng Tong was a pot-bellied man, but he was very loyal by nature. Every time he drank porridge, he would fill it with rice. He was so hungry every night.
Hum, Chuncheng fellow Zhong Yuemin. Today, he was so hungry that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he walked in circles in the threshing floor. It happened that the little guy came to the designated "dividing pile" place with a bag of fried dough sticks to distribute to the children.
.The dolls were not polite when they saw the golden fried dough sticks. After they got it, they stuffed it into their mouths. This could kill Zheng Tong. Seeing the golden fried dough sticks dripping with oil, he felt like
Hunger was already burning: he couldn't stand seeing the babies eating sweet things again, and fell to the ground. The moment he lost consciousness, the word "dough sticks" was still echoing in his mind.
How could Zheng Tong explain such an embarrassing thing, but a female educated youth named Jiang Biyun told the reason. When Xue Xiang heard this, he was really hungry. This group of educated youths actually drank gruel for a month.
I have to work in the fields. Isn’t this killing people?
After Xue Xiang heard this, without saying a word, he ran towards the west wing where the educated youth lived. The west wing was not far from the captain's office where he was, a hundred or ten meters apart. This west wing was not what ordinary people would call normal.
The house, wing house, is a two-entry mud house, short and small, with one room for men and one for women. They are all in the same room. There are only three male educated youths, so a simple stove is set up in the male educated youth room.
room.
Xue Xiang rushed into the earthen house, went straight to the stove, and took off the lid of the pot. He saw that the pot was really gruel. It could not even be called gruel anymore. It was barely rice soup. The porridge was so clear that it could make people's shadows shine through.
Xue stepped forward and followed the door. A group of spectators also followed in. Xue scolded Li Yongjun in the crowd: "Captain Li, I want to ask you, the team distributes thirty-one kilograms of rations to each educated youth every month. Why do you still treat people like this?"
Are you so hungry?" Li Yongjun was called, and he sighed to himself about the bad luck. If he had known about it, he would not have done anything about it, and buried his head.
Xue Xiang complained that Xue Xiang asked strange questions. How did he know that the educated youth were hungry? Perhaps the educated youth did not know how to be frugal and ate up all the food in advance. Li Yongjun thought like this in his heart, but he did not dare to say: "Captain, it's not the end of the month yet."
, Food will not be distributed until the end of the month." The words "Maybe the educated youths are eating too fast" came to his lips, but he swallowed them back.
"What nonsense? It's not the end of the month. Where did last month's food go? Didn't you hear that you've been drinking gruel for a month? I can't tell you the truth. Believe it or not, I told you to drink gruel for a month.
Porridge." Seeing the miserable situation of the educated youth, Xue Xiang thought of his eldest sister far away in southern Xinjiang for no reason, fearing that she would also live like this, and the evil fire in his heart rushed out uncontrollably.
Li Yongjun felt depressed, but his mind quickly turned away, thinking about the reason. Xue Xiang indeed blamed the wrong person. He, Xue Xiang, was backing Shantunqian in the future, and Li Yongjun had been turned into a real no-brainer by Cai Gaoli.
The minister... doesn't care about anything. In the past few days, Li Yongjun has regained his prestige as deputy captain. It's really difficult for him to tell the reason why the educated youth are hungry.
Seeing that Xue Xiang's face was getting colder and colder, Li Yongjun was so anxious that he scratched his scalp. Just when Li Yongjun was desperate, the educated youth helped Zheng Tong follow him in. From Liu Mei's mouth, Xue Xiang just knew the answer.
ps: Zhong Yuemin, Kang Tong, and Jiang Biyun are just paying tribute to the blood, don't take the seats in the wrong way. In the blood, Zhong Yuemin jumped in the queue in the 1960s, and he couldn't compete at all. For the sake of the blood, can you give me a monthly pass?