Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

A few girls, you look at me, and I look at you.

After a brief silence, the room suddenly exploded:

"What's so hypocritical, it takes less than 10 minutes to go from the educated youth spot to your home!"

"It's not that you don't go to work, why can I see you every day?"

"You don't want to part with the half jar of sauerkraut in the cellar, do you? Why don't you take two as a dowry?"

"Stop yelling, grow more cucumbers next spring, so we can steal vegetables from your vegetable patch."

As soon as Yu Xiangqin's tears started to brew, she was choked back.

That is, they blocked the door, otherwise she wouldn't need Zhao Zhuangshi to pick up the bride, and she would have gone to Zhao's house by herself.

There is no good person in this educated youth spot now!

The girls laughed and laughed, washing away the little bit of sadness before getting married.

The sky is getting brighter, the weather is very good today, the sun is like a red lantern during the Chinese New Year.

Zhao Zhuangshi came in an ox cart, which was covered with red paper, and a big red flower was blooming on the forehead of the old scalper.

It was rare for him to be shy and talk less today, blushing and taking out cigarettes from his pocket to share with everyone.

Li Xiaoshan in the crowd also got cigarettes, it was Daqianmen.

Because Zhao Zhuangshi was still on crutches, the girls in the educated youth camp didn't make things difficult for him. They blocked the door symbolically for a while, and asked Zhao Zhuangshi's two attendants, Li Erdun and Wang Sanzhu, to do twenty push-ups before letting him in.

Zhao Zhuangshi looked at Yu Xiangqin on the edge of the Kang, clutched the hem of his clothes tightly and cleared his throat.

In the expectant eyes of the crowd, he opened his mouth—cleared his throat again.

Everyone: "..."

"That," Zhao Zhuangshi rubbed his nose, "I'm here to pick you up."

"Brother, who are you coming to pick up?" Li Erdun smiled and elbowed Zhao Zhuangshi.

Zhao Zhuangshi blushed. He glanced at the teasing eyes of the others, and felt that he couldn't fall into the prestige of the former village tyrant. He shouted at the top of his voice:
"I'm here to pick up my wife!"

With this voice, everyone outside the courtyard could hear it clearly.

Immediately, the whole village burst into laughter.

Yu Xiangqin covered her face and fell to one side, muttering in her mouth that it was embarrassing to face others.

"Hahahahaha..."

Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the crowd surrounded the two and got on the bullock cart.

Because Yu Xiangqin is an educated youth, only her parents came to her natal family, so the banquet was organized together.

It's winter now, and the noodles can't be placed outside, so we set up two stalls at Zhao's house and the brigade.The Zhao family didn't have many relatives, so they invited the village cadres and Principal Wu to the house, and the other villagers went to the brigade headquarters.

Widow Zhao was busy at both ends, and Zhao Cuihua and her husband's family also came to help.Both sides are lively, because there is no work in the slack season, and everyone is having fun and making noise.

This time at the banquet, Lin Nianhe had a long memory. Niuwa on the left and Zheng Shan on the right looked at the "enemies" in front of him with a small mouth, as if he was questioning their hearts: Are you willing to fight with the children?

Wen Lan commented on Lin Nianhe's actions like this: "Melon girl, you don't want to be embarrassed."

Lin Nianhe directly ignored Sister Lan's words.

It doesn't matter whether the face is there or not, the important thing is to be able to eat enough.

Guarding the two banquet mascots, Lin Nianhe didn't look at the vegetable soup pitifully this time.

After eating and drinking enough, they hurried to make room.

Lin Nianhe held Zheng Shan with one hand and Niuwa with the other. Bai Xiaojun was not happy to let Lin Nianhe hold his tail, he still liked his brother Niuwa better.

Bai Xiaojun couldn't stay idle. After walking with them for a while, he ran to find unlit little whips among the red confetti all over the floor with other children.

Lin Nianhe tugged at Niuwa's hand: "Aren't you going?"

Niuwa frowned, looked up at her, and seemed to say: Do I look like such a naive person?

Lin Nianhe was amused by his little adult appearance, rubbed his head and asked him: "Then what do you want to do today?"

Niu Wa said seriously: "I have read more than half of the "Red Rock" that Big Brother Su lent me, and I want to finish it today."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

To be honest, the pressure to teach Niuwa is really great!

Since the child learned to look up the dictionary, he didn't need others to teach him to read.With a book or a newspaper, and a dictionary, he can teach himself.

Just two days ago, this kid was still holding a newspaper and said to Lin Nianhe solemnly: "Sister Hehe, I think this article is not well written...how can you just be obedient? There are still many people who can't eat enough!"

Lin Nianhe finally confirmed that this kid can not only read, but also understand; not only can he understand, he can also think!
Lin Nianhe listened to Niuwa's plan for the day, thought for a while and said, "Today is a day off, don't read books."

Niu Wa let out an "ah" and said, "Isn't reading a rest?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Lin Nianhe was speechless when Bai Xiaojun ran back with a bag full of small whips.

He pulled his pocket to show off to Niuwa: "Brother Niuwa, look, I picked up a lot!"

Lin Nianhe couldn't help being surprised when he looked at the bag full of red.

I'm afraid 90% of the little whips were picked up by him, right?

Bai Xiaojun's face was flushed, and he tugged on Niuwa's sleeve: "Brother Niuwa, let's play together."

Niu Wa patted him on the head: "No, you are too young, and the whip will blow you up."

"what?"

Bai Xiaojun opened his mouth in disappointment.

After a while, he jumped in front of Zheng Shan: "Sister! If you set off the whip, I'll do it!"

Zheng Shan: "You go!"

In the end, Bai Xiaojun's small whips were all released, in a way that everyone was happy with.

"Xiaojun, let me put one in for you!"

"Xiaojun, I'll put one in for you too!"

"Little Army..."

The little whips he picked up were "helped" by other people to put them away.

The children were very happy because they played without picking up the whip; Bai Xiaojun was also happy because he heard the whip.

Lin Nianhe: "I have to hint to Sister Lirong to save up more money... This brain needs to be cured by money."

……

Of course Zheng Lirong didn't know what her son was doing, she was busy spreading her hair outside!
Lin Nianhe waited two more days after receiving Sun Bo's call before asking Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian to give Zheng Lirong the bouquet.

Under Lin Nianhe's special control, the head hair trend in the provincial capital first started from the art troupe. They happened to have a performance, and the girls who loved beauty showed up wearing new head flowers, and instantly attracted girls who also loved beauty.

The girls went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative after the performance, but were told that there were no new flowers at all.

They thought, maybe the art troupe did it themselves, so the supply and marketing cooperative didn't have it.

They are lost, they are uncomfortable, they are itchy.

At this moment, they suddenly discovered that in their school, factory, and family courtyard, there were people wearing the same haircuts as the lesbians in the art troupe!

Did you agree that there are no new flowers?It was agreed that only the comrades of the art troupe would have it?
The girls who had just rested their minds once again surrounded the counter of the supply and marketing cooperative.

"New head flower! You can't sell others to us!"

"We are all proletarian workers, you can't treat them differently!"

"right……"

Hearing these words, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative in the provincial capital broke out in a cold sweat!
He swears to the national flag that he has never seen a so-called new head flower!
In the office, the director was desperate, and he covered his heart and cursed: "Which bastard made this thing? Let me know, oh, oh... I have to ask him to supply me..."