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

Chapter 125 Mixed Doubles
The Song family opened five tables, all of which were placed in the main room.

The team leader and the secretary were dressed very formally, and they chatted passionately with the old uncles of the Song family. They squatted in a circle around the drying dam without any image, and each of them smoked a pipe and a pot.

Fifth Uncle grabbed the brightly red coiled cigarette stick and knocked it on the ground. His old and skinny hands pinched the rope of the cigarette bag and wrapped it around the stick, tucking it back into the waistband of his trousers.

Looking at the green hills in the distance with cloudy eyes, he raised his hand and patted Song Guifa's shoulder heavily.

"Guifa, I'm so looking forward to it that I almost can't see clearly. I finally look forward to the time when everyone has enough to eat~ In a blink of an eye, the little six will be promising, and you will be old too, with only a few hairs left on the top of your head."

He heaved a long sigh, and stroked Song Guifa's hair on top of Wei Jiuzhao's head in relief.

If someone else dared to touch Song Guifa's precious hair like this, he would be in a hurry.

But when Uncle Wu touched the top of his head with his cracked and grooved palm, he said with a smile: "That's right. Good days are coming soon. Uncle Wu eats two more bowls of rice every meal, and he will surely live a long life." Hundred years old, take a good look at how the descendants of our Song family win glory for our village."

In the past, it was difficult, and life was so difficult that people could die.

The men of the Song family led the villagers to open up wasteland and dig ponds to plant trees. Every old tree in the Camellia oleifera forest has witnessed their blood, sweat and years.

Newborn babies are born, old people die.

Uncle Wu is now the oldest old man in the village, 77 this year.

He is quite strong, and every day he leads the cattle raised at home to herd cattle with other children, and teaches batch after batch of children to weave baskets and baskets.

"Oh, Song Yi's surname is Song, and he is also a member of our Red Star Bridge Brigade! How can you say that he is only winning glory for your village, and now this kid is winning glory for the entire county!" The team leader interjected, biting his cigarette stick in disbelief.

The fifth uncle laughed, and also reached out to touch the top of the captain's gray head.

"You're old too~ You were so handsome when you were young, and you are a student who was sent here to us, Bai Shengsheng, who knows how to farm at first glance. You can't even swear, no one will convince you Le~"

"Isn't that right! Hey! The first sentence I learned from you was scolding mother!" The captain smiled and waved his hand, exhaling a puff of smoke.

The vicissitudes of time have changed his appearance, whitened his hair, and strengthened his originally angry facial features.

Looking back on the past, I don't regret it.

"I heard that your niece went to Hong Kong?" Uncle Wu leaned on his knees and leaned his head to look at him. "Oh, I heard that there is no hunger there. Old man, I have lived to this age, and I have never even been to the city."

"Yeah, I went to her cousin's place. Well, I asked her to take a few more photos over there and send them over. We haven't been there, so it's okay to see what's different from ours." The captain smiled. Have a good time.

It's good to go over there to relax, but things here are out of sight and out of mind.

Song Erdou led a few boys to sneak a look at the sun dam, and walked around to the mountain wall like a thief.

"Hurry up, squat down, squat down..."

"Matches, matches..."

"Hey~ Are these Class A cigarettes that cost 6 cents a pack? What's the use of this cotton wool?"

"You know what a fart, what kind of cotton wool, this is called a filter!"

Song Erdou squeezed the cigarette and thought about it for a while, tapped the filter end on the wall several times, took it to his mouth and stuck out the tip of his tongue to pass it over again.

"What does this mean?" Song Jiaming looked at him adoringly.

Song Erdou scratched his head, "I don't know, I saw them all like this at the County G Committee."

Song Sandou squeezed the match and struck it with a sound, cupped his hands to protect the flame and handed it over courteously, "Brother, fire."

"Yeah." Song Erdou narrowed his eyes, supported his hand with both hands, tilted his head towards it, lit it, and blew it out.

Looking at the adoring eyes of several other people, he frowned, swallowed, and cleared his throat.

Holding the cigarette between two fingers, he pouted his face, frowned and looked into the distance, and took another sip, "Hiss~hoo. Jiaming, how is your production team's harvest this year?"

"Huh? You?" Song Jiaming scratched his head, "Aren't we in the same production team?"

"Tsk, you idiot!" Song Erdou immediately turned his head to stare at him, "Condolences, condolences, understand!"

"Oh." Song Jiaming nodded quickly, and thought for a while, "There are so many kinds, should I report them one by one? I can't remember some of them, please give me a puff of your cigarette?"

Song Erdou's mouth was full of bitterness. He wanted to spit, but he was afraid that his image would not be stalwart enough, so he handed it over impatiently, "Would you like to report as many as you like! I'm so bored, give it to me."

"Wow~ Two buckets and three buckets, you guys are actually smoking here! Second uncle, second aunt, come and see!!!"

Song Zhaodi yelled with her hips crossed, and ran away.

"It's over! It's dead, it's dead!"

"Sister, I didn't smoke, I'll just take a look"

"It's over, it's over, San Dou, just say that you stole the cigarettes, or mother will break my legs!"

"Wow, brother, are you talking in human language! You speak like your mother won't break my leg!"

The two paced back and forth anxiously, and suddenly, the two brothers looked at Song Jiaming full of hope.

"Look at what I'm doing!" Song Jiaming's eyes widened and he waved his hands wildly, "The whole team knows how powerful my mother is!"

At this moment, he was very thankful that his back was a little itchy just now, and he thought about taking the cigarette after scratching the itch.

Otherwise, he might have to crawl out with his hands tomorrow...

"Song Erdou and Song Sandou, I won't interrupt your dog legs and your surnames today!"

The second sister-in-law of Song was holding a long and slender flowering bamboo tube for driving chickens. Before she showed up, the high-pitched curses came first.

The two brothers looked at each other and ran away.

The sky is getting dark and night is coming.

Several oil lamps were lit in the main room, and most of the people who came to eat were the head men of the Song family, all of them ate happily.

Recently, Fang Shuhui would send a bowl of mung bean soup that Lin Yuzhu cooked to relieve summer heat with Lingquan water, and Song's second sister-in-law would share some money to honor the elderly when she earned money to open a small stove.

Now the old lady's health is better and she has more strength, so she doesn't need to be fed by others.

On a good day like today, I used a recliner to carry it to the main room to eat with everyone, talking and laughing with joy on my face.

Except for the second brother Song, the Song family brothers immediately served the dishes on long trays after finishing their chores.

"Ouch, today's dinner is well done!"

"These four special wines are fragrant~drinking and drinking~"

"Come, come, let's serve the food~Meicai Pork~Need the dishes~"

Lin Yuzhu turned her head frequently. Loud scolding and howling ghosts and wolves came from the direction of the backyard. She secretly tugged at the corner of Song Yi's clothes, "Tell the second brother and the second sister-in-law to stop fighting. The food will be cold soon."

It has not been played until now, and it is still mixed doubles.

The crying of the two brothers can still be so loud, it seems that they have experienced many battles and are quite resistant to beating.
Song Yi took the dishes and put them on the table. He tilted his head and glanced, his expression darkened, "Leave them alone, they deserve to be killed!"

How dare you learn to smoke, and bring your brother with you, you should fight!

Lin Yuzhu swallowed her saliva and looked around at the expressions of the crowd. Obviously, the rough education method of "Growing filial sons under the stick" has been unanimously approved.

When the dishes were ready, Song Yi sat next to Lin Yuzhu, picked up the prepared meal and began to eat.

The crying over there subsided, and Song's mother, who was leaning on the recliner, snorted and waved the chopsticks in her hand, "Lao Liu, go and ask them to come over for dinner. On a happy day, don't disturb the guests for dinner."

"Okay." Song Yi immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks and walked quickly to the backyard.

Lin Yuzhu pursed her lips and snickered, she just said she deserved to be beaten to death, her mouth was stiff, and she put the bowl very fast.

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