In the autumn of 1990, the sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly, and the gentle breeze could not dissipate the majesty of the autumn tiger.
hot.
Extremely hot.
Meng Yao endured the bright sun above his head, squatted by the trickling river, and washed the dirty clothes.
After washing, I wiped the sweat from my forehead, immediately picked up the washed cotton and linen clothes, and stood up.
It was a hot day and she couldn't bear it.
"Boyan's family, is it washed so quickly?"
The speaker was Aunt Shumei from the same village, and she was washing clothes by the river with her.
Compared to Meng Yao's simple two-piece braji, Aunt Shumei had to wash a whole family's clothes and carried them in a large, heavy aluminum basin.
It’s such a full basin, but I don’t know how long it will take to wash it?
"yes!"
Meng Yao smiled softly and wiped his sweaty forehead again with the back of his hand.
It's one thing that it's hot, but it's another thing that she's afraid of the heat.
That's nonsense. How could a fat man weighing 180 pounds not be afraid of heat?
Meng Yao lowered his eyes and glanced at the fat man reflected in the water, who was tall and thick-waisted, with arms stronger than other people's thighs, and couldn't help but sigh.
Who would have thought that she, a beautiful gourmet with millions of fans in the 21st century, would become a fat and greasy person in the 1990s?
It would be an understatement to say that this fat man was greasy, but the sloppy Meng Yao simply couldn't bear to look at him.
The place she lived in was as dirty as a pig's nest. She didn't take a shower, wash her hair or wash her clothes all year round. When she first walked in, the smell on her body could kill her.
What kind of sin did she do to deserve this?
Meng Yao just shook his head, and a series of beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Feeling that her head was dizzy due to the sun, she forced a smile on her fat, fat face and said hurriedly: "Aunt Shumei, you are busy, I will go back first!"
Aunt Shumei nodded with a smile, the mallet in her hand banged loudly, and the clear river water shook out layers of ripples.
"Go back quickly. If you have nothing to do and want to do laundry in the future, you can do it in the evening, otherwise it will be extremely hot today. I've been busy working in the field today and can't spare any time. There's nothing I can do."
Meng Yao's face turned red when he was told that, and he responded quickly, "Hey, I've written it down!"
Of course she didn't want to wash her clothes in the bright sun, but "Meng Yao's" clothes smelled too much and she couldn't wear them without washing them.
Even if the outfit she is wearing now is not liked by "Meng Yao", the braji at the bottom of the box also has a faint musty smell.
Meng Yao's thin clothes are not only bragi, but also bragi.
Although she is a fat person, she loves beauty very much. She thinks wearing bragi is fashionable and beautiful, so she buys and wears it whenever she has money.
It's a pity that if a person is fat and slovenly, he cannot look beautiful even if he wears expensive clothes.
Meng Yao nodded politely to Aunt Shumei, then took the wooden basin, carefully stepped on the bluestone slabs by the river, walked onto the road, and embarked on the return journey.
The chubby figure was soon cast into a long shadow by the sunlight.
behind.
Aunt Shumei, who was beating the clothes hard, looked up and glanced at the back, and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice, "The Boyan family seems to have changed a lot!"
Naturally, Meng Yao didn't know what Aunt Shumei thought of her, so she was focused on walking in silence.
Washing clothes is painful, walking is also painful.
With her fat body, she would be exhausted even after walking a few steps.
Meng Yao tried his best to reach the wooden door engraved with "Songs and Cranes Prolong the Year".
This is the home of "Meng Yao".
Mother-in-law's family.
Meng Yao just breathed a sigh of relief and before she could show her joy, a reckless boy suddenly ran out from behind the door and bumped into her at a sprinting speed.
With a "clang" sound, the wooden basin in Meng Yao's hand, together with the clean clothes, were knocked down onto the dirt road.
"Ouch, it hurts me so much!"
The half-grown boy also fell on his butt and screamed.
Meng Yao managed to maintain his balance despite his huge body.
The seven-year-old boy fell down and got up as if he was playing, jumped up and pointed at Meng Yao and scolded him.
"Damn fat girl, how do you walk without eyes?"
Qi Wenye, Meng Yao’s brother-in-law.
As a sister-in-law, Meng Yao had never heard the word "sister-in-law" from him, she only heard him call her "fat woman".