Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 12 Fried Fruits for Chinese New Year
The drizzle is continuous, and the smoke from the chimneys of each house is curling up.

Passing by a few houses, the sisters stepped up the sloped stone steps. Lin Yulan glanced left and right at the cluttered shrubs and various trees on both sides, and spoke in a low voice when she found no one.

"Sister, why did the black face scold you like a grandson just now, I dare not go in..."

"It's nothing, it's just that there is a conflict of ideas. We have a bad background, and if we make any principled mistakes, the brigade and the commune will not let us go. He can't be suppressed by a production team leader, so he is anxious."

"No wonder you please him like a dog's leg... Well, what's the use, you're still scolded all over your head."

"Tsk, shut up." Lin Yuzhu was very upset, and refused to continue communicating with the little knife expert.

If you want to speculate, you must first get the production team leader, otherwise you won't be able to ask for leave, and everything you say will be useless.

Suffocating the smell of tea in his throat, he called him brother Yi, and he got sprayed instead of being coquettish.

Song Iron and Steel is so fucking hard to pry!
Lin Yulan squatted down to pick out the small stones in the straw sandals, blinked her eyes when she raised her head, "Uh...sister, your pants are dirty, thanks to the coir raincoat."

"Oops, stool!" Lin Yuzhu was startled, and immediately turned and walked down, "You go back first, I'll be back soon!" After speaking, she ran down the stone steps to the production team's office.

Along the way, he kept praying that it would be best for Song Gang to not be around, and stopped when he rushed into the yard, feeling extremely embarrassed.

That bench is in the gutter.

Song Yi was squatting by the side of the ditch, holding a handful of straw in his hand, and was spreading plant ash on the bench to scrub the blood stains on it vigorously.

He looked up and saw that Lin Yuzhu didn't want to leave or stay. She put on a stiff smile and pointed to the bench, "Uh...that..."

This kind of old-fashioned traditional man is very taboo about these things, she would rather wash them by herself.

Song Yi was more embarrassed than her, his Adam's apple rolled, and he glared at her angrily, "What are you doing again! Why don't you go back to eat! By the way, reflect on your deadly thoughts!"

Lin Yuzhu touched her nose, turned around and left obediently.

All right, let's face it, just pretend nothing happened.

On rainy days, clothes are hard to dry.

Lin Yuzhu only had three pairs of trousers, all of which were put on the clothesline.

Fang Shuhui's trousers were a bit short for her, so she didn't have to choose them.

He picked up a basket and put straw on it, took out twelve eggs from the earthenware pot, and wrapped the last bit of fried crispy scallops with two pieces of toilet paper from another small urn, wrapped them up and folded them.

Turning into the kitchen, she put the basket on the stove and lifted the cloth on it to show Fang Shuhui.

Pointing to Lin Yulan, who was sitting in front of the stove to light the fire and roast her trousers, made a movement of putting her back on her body, and then pointed to the west.

Fang Shuhui wiped her hands on the apron, opened the straw paper bag, looked at it, folded it back, counted the eggs, and nodded.

Lin Yulan stretched her neck, looking at this and then that, "Sister, what are you gesticulating? Do you still have that fried noodle fruit, give me some?"

"Song Yi's sister fished your body out of the river and carried it all the way back. I have to pay back the favor. Flour and oil are precious things. They are fried during the Chinese New Year, and they are not used to make snacks. That's all you have left, you Just stop being hungry."

Lin Yuzhu put on the basket and covered it with a cloth, and walked out of the house to the path to the west.

The Chen family lived in a remote place, and only saw the lonely adobe house after bypassing several country lanes and private plots with vegetables.

It is even more dilapidated than Lin's house, the white ash on the wall has already turned black, and there are dried chili strings and dark brown dried vegetables hanging under the eaves.

A five or six-year-old boy was squatting under the eaves peeling bamboo shoots, his clothes were dirty and dusty, he had a big head and a thin body, and his hair was thin and yellow.

Seeing someone coming towards her home, she put down the bamboo shoots in her hand and stared at the basket Lin Yuzhu was holding.

Bring the basket to the door, there must be something to eat inside.

"Yunsheng, where are you peeling the bamboo shoots? Is your mother at home?"

He stood up and looked at her right ear, and saw a small mole on the base of the ear, his eyes lit up, "You are Lin Yuzhu!"

After speaking, I stood on tiptoe and saw that the basket was covered with a floral cloth, looked around, and ran across the threshold with a happy face.

Lin Yuzhu pursed her lips and smiled, and followed him into the main room.

The original owner has never been in, afraid that others will make irresponsible remarks and go online.

Because the family background of the male owner is not good, the family has a lot of land.

"Sister Lin Yuzhu is here?"

Before anyone arrived, hearty laughter had already floated over from the hall door.

"Yes. Is Miss Huaying cooking?" Lin Yuzhu stood up from the bench and greeted her with a smile.

A twenty-five-six-year-old woman came in from outside the hallway. She had short hair at the ears, parted on the right side of her head with a small bunch of red headbands and fell to the side. She had thick eyebrows and round eyes, very similar to Song Yi.

Song Yi's strong facial features are masculine and heroic, and they look somewhat fierce on a woman's face.

He was dressed in a lake-blue homespun underwear that was washed white, and patches were sewn on the parts that were easily worn out during farm work.

You need a ticket to buy cloth, and the production team only distributes a two-foot-six cloth ticket to each household a year.

Not enough to make a suit of clothes for a child.

Wearing clothes, new three years, old three years, sewing and mending another three years.

"Sit down, have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, you can eat at my house." Song Huaying spoke quickly, took a bowl and poured boiled water in front of Lin Yuzhu, "I heard on the way back today that your sister is alright. Oh...woke up That's fine, otherwise I'm afraid your mother won't be able to endure it."

Lin Yuzhu couldn't get in the conversation, so she smiled and said, "They are cooking at home. Thanks to you for bringing my sister back, my mother asked me to bring something for Yunsheng as a snack."

When it comes to other people's houses, the host's house calls for meals are polite words and cannot be taken seriously.

If you insist on sitting down to eat, the hospitable host will not throw face on the spot. At most, you will eat less and try to make the guests full.

Lin Yuzhu lifted the floral cloth, took the yellow paper package and handed it to Yunsheng who was lying on the edge of the table, "Children love to eat fried fruits for Chinese New Year."

With a slap, Yun Sheng, who was hit on the back of his hand, withdrew his hand resentfully.He didn't cry, and put his chin on the table to suck his saliva and looked at Song Huaying eagerly.

"The little devil is ignorant, so ignore him." Song Huaying smiled and pushed the paper bag back, "I didn't do anything, I dare not accept such a good thing. Take it back, let's just talk."

Lin Yuzhu reached out and rubbed Yunsheng's head, and stuffed the paper bag into his hand, "Eat it secretly, don't let anyone see it~"

Yunsheng hugged happily and ran away, "Hey! I know!"

"The little ghost is disobedient, so he should be beaten." Song Huaying cursed with a smile, turned around, walked to the wall, opened the gauze cabinet, put two snacks on a plate and put them on the table, "Try my dried pumpkin and dried beans, put them away Spicy peppers are more flavorful, and I will put a little back in later."

Sincerely brought things to the door, the host should be polite, no one really wants to push these things out.

Lin Yuzhu pinched a piece of dried pumpkin and took a bite. It was full of toughness, sweet and spicy, and tasted really good.

Song Huaying looked at Lin Yuzhu while gnawing dried beans.

They speak freely, which is very different from the soft voice they used to hold in their mouths. I heard that the two sisters did not lose in six fights.

"Are you thinking about it? It's good! This person, you have to be energetic! What kind of shit is Liu Gongfen, and he has the nerve to run on my family Fengliang! I just want him to go home for any good work, no Want my brother to help a bunch of brothers-in-law?"

(End of this chapter)