Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Zhao Lanxiang did not expect He Songbai to write ten test papers in one go. Although these test papers have a small amount of questions, it is not easy to write them all at once.

She listened to the man's airy tone. He hadn't spoken to her in this tone for a long time, and it was a bit cute unexpectedly.

Zhao Lanxiang suddenly smiled, "How do you want to kiss?"

In the past few months, He Songbai has seen a lot of people outside, and has accumulated a lot of experience in doing business. These experiences have made him mature and confident. His eyes have swept away the former silence and melancholy. When the spirit is flying. Especially when talking about the sentence just now, there is quite a bit of the momentum of the old man. The whole person seemed to wash away the dust and glow with dazzling brilliance.

Zhao Lanxiang looked at He Songbai deeply with a smile on her face.

He Songbai was so scorched by the subject's scorching eyes that he looked away. His throat was dry and hoarse, and he couldn't help drinking slobber to hide his embarrassment.

"Ten and ten are too many, today we need two."

She is so sticky, she can't get rid of it like sugar paint, He Songbai straightly feels that after he kissed, his original lack of self-control will definitely swell, and he can't help wanting more and more...

He Songbai was still sweetly "fighting between heaven and man." The object there was already sitting in his arms, and the pale thumb fell on his forehead and nodded.

"Is it here?"

As soon as the words fell, his forehead was kissed.

She touched his profile again, and He Songbai's profile dropped a warm kiss. Afterwards, she touched his throat, and his knot rolled quickly, feeling that all the blood in her body was flowing backwards. Next second, she gently held his throat and licked it.

Like a fish thrown to the shoal, he couldn't resist and let anyone slaughter.

His breath suddenly became heavy and chaotic, his body stiffened like a piece of wood, but his hands still maintained the posture of holding her waist.

Zhao Lanxiang felt the hot blood under his artery, and his body gradually became hot.

She gasped softly, kissed his soft lips, and turned her side, holding his lips tenderly.

After a while, she asked: "There are six left, where do you want to kiss..."

The tight string in He Songbai's head approached the edge of the collapse. He said in a hoarse tone: "I, I will kiss you."

He hugged her in his arms, dull and difficult to repeat her movements just now.

Green and brutal, but trying to be gentle.

Zhao Lanxiang always feels the desires conveyed in his body. Men, like natural hunters, have excellent hunting methods and actively develop his territory. However, after He Songbai finished kissing, he didn't move, and buried his head pitifully on the side of her neck, gasping for pain and joy.

Zhao Lanxiang listened to his irregular breathing and touched his steadily stronger body.

Her man, a normal man, is in the peak period of the most energetic, full of blood and blood, blocked for a long time is easy... Suffocating.

After a long time, she whispered, "You, you..."

Zhao Lanxiang's face also became hot, and her face was blushing like blossoming peach blossoms, "Do you want me to help?"

At this moment, He Songbai was like being acupunctured, and even stopped breathing.

...

Afterwards, Zhao Lanxiang washed her hands by the well and rubbed out layers of foam with soap. She couldn't help raising her lips gently, and finally fell beside the well and laughed. She didn't dare to let He Songbai in the house hear her tears almost coming out.

The whole face was pink like Yun Xia in the sky, with both a post-emotional look and a red smile that smirked.

She didn't dare to go back to the house now. Fearing that the man hadn't turned around when she saw her, she went to the firehouse and made a green bean soup.

On the other side, inside the house.

He Songbai's eyes were so dark that he was almost about to drip water, and it was as black as the overturned ink, with a curious dark rush.

He covered the subject's thin quilt, sniffing the breath of his whole body, his face red and black, and black and blue, and finally from the ear to the neck all the way to the neck, even his feet were hot and red. The vertebrae were all fresh and fresh, carrying so much shame and remorse. After a while, he changed into the clean clothes the subject had found, and looked outside through the window.

It was found that there was no one. The subject disappeared long ago. He immediately applied oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away...

The rewards brought by today's ten papers can remind him of his whole life.

This is a fledgling stunned young boy who is always beautiful but carries a regretful youth. If you can describe it with a song, it should be painful and happy.

...

Most of the ten acres of fields in the He family are planted with crops, and the remaining small part is planted with corn. In June, the corn stalks have grown to a height of half a person, a lush green.

Zhao Lanxiang touched the crunchy and green stems and leaves, and couldn't help lamenting how fast time passed while working.

She and Sanya were catching bugs in the field, and He Songbai was topdressing in the field next to it.

After the brigade secretly implemented the field-to-household policy, even the feces of livestock and poultry that no one cares about became popular. He Songbai's pig farm can produce hundreds of pounds of manure every day, and a cart full of pig manure can be sold for a few cents in secret.

The piglets he raises are well fed, and even the manure is fat. He used these excess fertilizers to make his fields black and fertile, and the crops grew green and flourishing.

Sanya caught enough of a bamboo tube of bugs and jumped home to feed the chicken.

Zhao Lanxiang sat beside the ridge, looking at the figure of a man working hard in the field. His long body was looming in the corn field, with gray short sleeves showing wheat-colored arms, carrying two waters, strong and powerful. Her clear abdominal muscles are hidden under the thin fabric, the texture is clear, strong and even.

After finishing his work, he washed his hands with the clean water in the ditch ditch.

Zhao Lanxiang pointed to the corn field next to him and said, "Last year, I was talking to you for the first time here."

He Songbai nodded, he remembered. It was the first time in his life that he saw this beautiful and graceful girl. She sat in the green cornfield, her fair skin lined with sunlight, as if it would glow. White was dazzling, he didn't dare to look at her more.

It was just silently working hard and working hard for her.

At that time, her eyes were indifferently looked at, which was no different from that just now. But he dared to look at her wantonly and greedily.

Zhao Lanxiang said with emotion: "The time passed quickly, and a year has passed. If we can get married in the future, we must come to this corn field and wish."

He Songbai's memories suddenly broke, he snorted and smiled:

"it is good."

In July, the rice fields were fragrant, and the sound of frogs followed. The members of Hezitun, who had been busy for half a year, ushered in their first harvest in the field.

The heavy grains of Gusui'er were full of grains, soaked up with spring rain and fed with fertilizers, and now the rice stalks were bent so hard that they bent down. At this time, all the families grabbed their food, and they were almost crazy. This kind of madness is not something that the collective gathered together to do the work.

The enthusiasm for labor is unprecedentedly high. It took more than a week to slowly harvest the millet in the past. At this time, three or four days have basically been harvested, and they are all in the ranch's valley.

The valley, which was originally small, was covered with the ground and spread to the thickness of three thumbs. When scraping the grain of the floor with a push plate, it was thick and slightly laborious. After seeing all the grains on the farm, everyone was happy and crazy.

In 76 years, the country promoted indica hybrid rice, and this area was gradually planted in the south of the Yangtze River. However, this "spring breeze" has not been blown to such a small place in N city. Li Laifu took the lead in reporting that he had bought this kind of seedlings, and ordered the members of the field to flatten the original seedlings and plant them again.

The seedlings planted for the first time were flattened, turned into green manure, and nourished the seedlings cultivated for the second time. This method is commonly used in rural areas to increase yield and save fertilizer. For many people, this unexpected move turned into a reason for today's bumper harvest.

This is also the welfare that the two captains of Hezitun can finally strive for for their members.

The rice with an estimated yield of 900 kg on an acre of land has harvested 1,200 kg this year, which is more than 300 kg, and this year there are more than 100 acres of terraced blessings in Hezitun. After earning a lot of glory from the members, I really felt the benefits of splitting fields into households.

The He Songbai family harvested tens of thousands of catties of grain, and planted nine acres of millet according to the standard of paying 300 kilograms of grain for one acre of land. Enough for their family to eat all year.

Li Laifu looked at the lively harvest scene of the whole village, and could not help sighing with Li Dali: "This time I can finally take a breath and have an explanation with everyone."

Li Dali smoked a cigarette and took a few breaths in silence.

He spit out a circle of white smoke and said quietly: "It's not over yet. Those weak laborers in the commune must not receive much, and they have to subsidize when they turn around."

Li Laifu thought bitterly, and nodded in disgust.

In addition to farming in the past few months, he is also devoted to holding a "brainwashing conference" and "advocating" the benefits of dividing fields into households. Li Dali said spittingly on the stage, he observed carefully in the dark, if there were Whose eyes are not right, he will stare at these people in the next time.

After staring at it for so long, Hezitun is still safe, and has been hit by a bumper harvest.

The beautiful yield per mu gave the members who had settled down to the household to eat a heart-shaped pill, which was set to resemble that of Ding Haishen.

The sun was blazing in July, and the whole brigade originally had only two or three people watching the millet, but this year it was split.

Everyone agreed to guard their own millet. Everyone's millet had a certain amount. If they were thieves, they would lose their own house.

So at night, the Guchang, fell asleep a lot of members.

If members from other villages come to see it, they must have their thumbs up and praise the devotion of the people in Hezitun. The autumn harvest is tiring, and everyone will take the initiative to guard the millet after their work. Isn't this extra spontaneous behavior?

However, the members of Hezitun only knew each other well in their hearts, and they became tired dogs during the day, but they still stood up to guard the valley at night.

The Pan family still sent Pan Yu to guard the millet. Because there were so many people, Pan Yu did not resist anymore.

She just finished high school this year and is actively applying for the quota of workers, peasants and soldiers. If she fails, she will also find a job in the county and go to the supply and marketing cooperatives to eat national food. Anyway, no matter which way to go, this life will be free from mud.

The people in Hezitun couldn't help but praise this girl. It happened that Pan Yu's age was also reached. The people were so graceful and graceful that they said that their loved ones were endless.

...

Zhao Lanxiang belonged to a weak labor force and was divided into two acres of land, but she couldn't do it alone on these two acres of land, most of them were assisted by Sister He and Songbo Bai. At night, He Songbai also accompanies her as a vigil.

They all crouched in the corner, looking at the galaxy in the sky. Most people were surrounded by the valley, but there was no one here.

Zhao Lanxiang asked the man in a low voice: "Aren't you going to kill the pig?"

He Songbai shook his head and looked at the subject with a sincere look on his face. He flattened the corners of his lips that he couldn't help raising.

"I let them go and let them do it for some time, so I don't want to rest for me?"

Zhao Lanxiang understood what he meant, and smiled sweetly in his heart.

If it's an old man in the future, this may cause lazy eyelids, and ask her: "Have you ever seen the boss as a bull?"

"Our brother Bo is amazing." She sighed heartily.

"Sleep, I'll just keep it. I'm used to not sleeping at night." He Songbai in the corner whispered to the subject.

Zhao Lanxiang nodded and went to bed. He Songbai lit the lamp and leaned against the cold wall, silently looking at the valley.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Lanxiang woke up and leaned against the wall to guard the valley.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "You can sleep with your eyes closed."

He Songbai sniffed the woman's gentle warm fragrance, which was not sleepy at first, but in front of the subject, he became "weak" unexpectedly. He gently leaned his head against her shoulder and closed his eyelids.

In the silent night, in the cornfield, darkness grew.

The crunchy corn stalks and leaves swayed and rattled uncontrollably, and finally fell silent.

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Ping Shengjun: Xiangxiang, is Brother Bo brave enough?

Xiangxiang: What do you say...just cute? /Smiling.jpg

Bo Ge cast a wolf threatening look.

Fragrant incense in seconds: Cough, but there is no problem with Bo Ge’s hardware!

PS: Many people don’t remember Pan Yu after reading comments.

Reintroduce it again, she is the rural girl who likes brother Bo

The heroine who passed rumors of cornfields to Bo Ge.