In the memory of the original owner, the female workers in the silk factory all had their nostrils turned upward, and the workers in the vehicle factory were very arrogant. They were well-dressed and well-fed, and they often bought black market tickets for cloth, meat, and oil.
Farmer uncles plow their fields till the end of the year, handing over all the grain they plant, the livestock, chickens and ducks they feed to grain stations and cooperatives, and the money in their pockets cannot even afford a pair of good clothes.
It seems that no matter what time it is, the farmer uncle is the one who has the most difficulty.
A man cannot be rich without external wealth, and a horse cannot be fat without night grass. Lin Lan feels that the only way out now is to make money by doing business.
She did what she said. She got out of bed, opened the door to the room and entered the kitchen. She took the melon gourd, opened the kitchen door and went to the east wing.
He turned on the light with a click, scooped out a full gourd of peas, turned off the light, closed the door, and returned to the kitchen. He poured the peas into a pottery bowl and scooped up water to soak them. Then he closed the door and returned to the room. He pulled back the quilt and fell asleep.
Xiaodouzi touched Lin Lan: "Mom, I need to pee."
Lin Lan quickly wrapped him in clothes and said, "Mom, I will carry you to pee."
Looking back, I saw that the dung bucket had been placed in the woodshed, so I could only carry him to the toilet, turn on the dim light, and urinate while holding Little Douzi, whose eyes were still closed.
Lin Lan smiled and said: "Little rascal, mom doesn't think you stink, but you still dislike yourself."
Taking the half-bald brush, he washed the dirty clothes soaked in the pool, and then began to wash the quilt and blanket.
Seeing her smiling face, Yang Liying was stunned for a moment, and her tone became less aggressive: "They said you refused to pay back the debt and even stabbed Liu San. When people from the police station come to arrest you, you go to Dingbang to speak for you.
Dingbang turned around and asked someone from the police station to ask Liu San to pay you ten yuan and pay him the entire debt?"
There is no haze, no pollution, and the air has the fragrance of bamboo leaves and a faint fragrance of gardenia.
Lin Lan sighed as he thought about his shriveled pockets. Money is needed everywhere.
"Mom is hanging clothes in the yard."
"Okay!" Xiaodouzi agreed.
Lin Lan turned around and saw Zhang Jun, the team leader: "Captain Zhang, why don't I have a quota? I'm not a member of the Lexing Brigade?"
When I arrived at the ditch, I saw Zhang Yazhen next door already washing clothes there.
Yang Liying also said: "Zhang Jun, Lin Lan has been talking about it all the time. She just asked for a day off due to illness, so why is there no place for her?"
Seeing that he had done it, he remembered that there was not even toilet paper here, but bamboo strips were used to wipe the buttocks. The mother and son came out of the toilet. Lin Lan washed her hands, dried the blanket, and started cooking.
Lin Lan thought that there was a big latrine under the pit, so she quickly put down the blanket and said, "Mom, I'll go with you."
"Lin Lan, go back." A man called from behind her, "You don't have a place to pull rice seedlings today."
It was still a bit cold at night on the fourth day of the lunar calendar. Thinking that the child would get up late at night and not even have the money for medical treatment if he caught a cold, he went to pick up a dung bucket and put it behind the kitchen door.
Lin Lan looked at him: "Xiaodouzi, mother will send you to your grandmother's house."
Put the washed clothes and quilts into the basin, open the courtyard door with the big wooden basin and go to the ditch to rinse.
The old lady held Xiaodouzi and waved: "Go quickly, don't delay."
In another twenty or thirty years, the bamboo forests, courtyards, and rice fields will disappear and become high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete...
The mother and son ran to the toilet in a hurry. Xiaodouzi squatted down, covered his nose and looked at Lin Lan: "Mom, daddy stinks! You go farther away."
She understood that the messenger's implicit meaning was that Lin Lan had hooked up with Dingbang.
Lin Lan quickly hugged him back.
After lying down and waking up, Lin Lan heard the crow of roosters from time to time. Lin Lan turned over and got up.
When we arrived at the rice field, a woman with a face of about thirty-two or thirty-year-old came over angrily: "You are willing to go to work today!"
After covering Xiaodouzi with a quilt, I went to the backyard and found that just after dawn, there were voices from people behind.
Lin Lan frowned and looked at Yang Liying: "Who do you listen to..."
Lin Lan saw that it was Yang Liying, Yang Guangming's third sister, and smiled at her: "Third sister, I caught a cold yesterday. I'll be fine after a good sleep."
Lin Lan hurriedly picked him up, closed the courtyard door, and ran to the back door of the old lady's house. She saw her waiting with the back door open: "Uncle, Xiaodouzi, please excuse me."
Because I have always used my meager strength to support and support the great cause of socialist construction, I came to work as soon as I caught a cold.
Seeing that she remained silent and didn't like having his hot face pressed against her cold ass, Lin Lan started rinsing. The water in the ditch was large and clear, and rinsing clothes was much more convenient than using well water at home.
As soon as he saw Lin Lan, he grinned with a few small teeth: "Mom, I'm going to make daddy."
Lin Lan raised an eyebrow and retorted: "Captain Zhang, you are wrong. It is precisely because of socialism that I can rest when I am sick.
Until the quilt cover and blanket were scrubbed clean, and the last bit of soap was used up.
Yang Liying rolled her eyes at her: "You can still laugh!"
Lin Lan didn't expect Yang Liying to speak for her, so she smiled gratefully at her.
Lin Lan worked neatly and rinsed all the clothes in a short time. She returned to the yard with the basin and scrubbed the clothes drying pole before starting to dry them.
Thinking that there were still many things to do, Lin Lan stopped her random thoughts, changed the water in which the beans were soaked in the pottery bowl, poured some water into the pot, boiled hot water and soaked the dirty quilts and blankets before starting to wash them.
clothing.
"Hey!" Lin Lan agreed, ran to the tractor road, and walked towards the rice fields on the east side. Cross the bridge and turn east, past the brigade pig farm and drying field, and beyond that is the rice fields.
Zhang Jun looked at the two of them indifferently and said in an official tone: "Lin Lan, look at who in the team is like you, coming and leaving when they want. If they are all like you, who will build a well-off socialist life?
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After finishing the meal, but before washing the dishes, a loudspeaker hanging on a high telegraph pole on the tractor road sounded a work whistle.
As soon as he went out, the fresh air hit his face, and Lin Lan was immediately refreshed.
Zhang Yazhen heard the footsteps, turned around and saw Lin Lan, was stunned for a moment, moved the basin to the side, and started rinsing.
Lin Lan shouted at the top of her voice. Just as she put the blanket back into the basin, she turned around and saw Xiaodouzi running out with her shoes.
After Zhang Yazhen rinsed the last pair of trousers and carried the basin ashore, she turned to glance at Lin Lan and murmured in a low voice, "The sun is coming out in the west. Lazy woman, get up early in the morning to wash clothes."
"Smelly!" Xiaodouzi looked at her and narrowed his eyes with a smile.
Now you are saying that I don’t have a quota, and it seems you are Captain Zhang who is hindering the great cause of socialist construction!"
Yang Liying glanced at her in surprise, "Hey! Hearing this, he sounded even better than Zhang Jun."
Zhang Jun frowned and glanced at Lin Lan: "Stop talking nonsense with me..."
"Zhang Jun!" A tall woman interrupted him with a smile: "Lin Lan is a woman who earns cents from work to support her son. If you don't let her earn cents from work, who will support her son?"