Chapter 127 Chapter 126 Ballad
After lunch and a short rest, Tang Zhitong continued to deal with construction waste.

Breathe it in, spit it out, go in, come out, go in, come out...

Tang Zhitong felt very happy. It was convenient to have space. In the blink of an eye, large pieces of garbage were piled up on the roadside.

It is a bit inefficient to clean up the remaining small pieces by hand. If there is a nail rake, the efficiency may be improved by another step.

Before Tang Zhitong could borrow it, Fangyuan came over with the guy on his back.

"Fang Ke, why are you here?" Tang Zhitong stopped what he was doing, stood up, wiped his sweat and thumped his waist.

"I didn't plan to clean it up because it didn't produce food. You look like a foolish old man, so I can't just watch. Let's clean it up and see if there is any future." Fang Yuan took off the farm tools from his shoulders and picked them up. He put his head in his hands, spat on it, rubbed it, and began to dig at the ground.

"..." Tang Zhitong actually doesn't want Fangyuan to come. He can still use the space without anyone, which is fast and good. But with Fangyuan here, he can only do it down-to-earth...

"Xiao Tang, what do you think would be good if you clean it up and plant something?" Fang Yuan swung his head around with great force, and the land that was compacted by bricks, stones, cars and people was quickly dug up.

"Pumpkins. Pumpkins don't require much care. They have a large yield and can be used as both vegetables and food." Tang Zhitong thought for a moment and said.

"Pumpkins are good, melons and vegetables are enough for half a year." Fangyuan concentrated on digging the ground and replied without looking back.

"Then I'll bring some pumpkin seeds from home. I'm not going to brag to you, but all the pumpkin seeds in my house are full. I only pick the largest pumpkins in the season to save seeds." Tang Zhitong's men were not idle either, using a shovel to gather the broken pieces on the surface. Stones, loaded into a cart.

"That's a good feeling. It seems that you have already fallen in love with this land."

"Hehe, let's give it a try. If you can add some food to your comrades, your efforts will be in vain."

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The two brothers worked for an entire afternoon and roughly smoothed out one-fifth of it.

"Fang Ke, I have something to do at home tomorrow and I won't be able to come over. Let me clean up this place on Monday." After working and chatting all afternoon, Tang Zhitong went to the canteen to borrow a bucket and a ladle, and put them in from the space. With a bucket of mountain spring water, the two brothers drank freely and boldly, and their relationship took a further step.

"Just go and do it if you have something to do. With this little work, can I still leave it to you? I have already told other comrades that they will work voluntarily tomorrow. Each of them will bring their own tools from home. It can be almost done in one day." Fang Yuan laid the handle horizontally on the ground. He took out a cigarette, handed one to Tang Zhitong, and then sat down on the handle.

"Okay, then I'll start the germination when I get back. I'm a few days behind schedule, but it's still in time." Tang Zhitong struck a match, covered it with his hand, first lit Fangyuan's cigarette, and finally lit it himself.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to grow pumpkins to eat. I heard the old chief sing a ballad before, and I didn't know the pumpkin until I asked. I really want to try the pumpkin in the old chief's ballad." Fang Yuan looked at the farmland arranged in front of him, as if I saw pumpkins all over the ground.

"What ballad?" Tang Zhitong couldn't ask which old leader it was, so he could only ask about the ballad.

"I have learned the songs of the people in the mountainous areas, and I will sing them to you." Fangyuan showed off her pulse, cleared her throat, and sang: "Red rice, pumpkin soup, and autumn eggplants, they taste so good, I ate them all." . Dry straw, soft and yellow, covered with gold quilt, not afraid of the north wind and heavy snow, warm and comfortable to sleep..."

As Tang Zhitong listened, the lyrics became more and more familiar to him, and he suddenly realized that the mountainous area in Fangyuan's mouth was probably the place where "Ling Yunzhi has been there for a long time... 38 years have passed, and in the blink of an eye...".

No wonder Fangyuan dared to bargain with Su Chu... As for the old chief in Fangyuan's mouth, he didn't dare to ask, not at all.

"Singing well, it sounds very pleasant to the ears." Tang Zhitong applauded against his will.

"You can pull me down, I know my voice well, it's like a ghost crying or a wolf howling. The only advantage is that I dare to sing!" Fangyuan waved his hand towards Tang Zhitong, he was self-aware, but not much. "Well, I deeply agree with your self-evaluation. You are quite brave to sing, so don't sing it next time." Tang Zhitong joked.

"Hey, you brat." Fangyuan pointed at Tang Zhitong and cursed with a smile.

The two brothers rested for a while and watched the sunset. Instead of going down to the ground, they packed up their things and went back to their respective homes.

When Tang Zhitong returned home, Wang Jingwen's bicycle was already parked under the gate.

"Why did you change your job and make yourself look like a local monkey all day long?" Zhang Guifang took out a small broom, swept her son back and forth, and told Tang Zhitong: "Jingwen has not been having a good time these two days. Change your clothes and I'll wash them for you."

"Huh? Oh. I can just wash it myself." Tang Zhitong was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was classmate Xiao Wang's little day.

Back in the wing, classmate Xiao Wang held his stomach and leaned against the bed.

"Stomachache? Wait for me to wash my hands and rub them for you." Tang Zhitong had dirty hands and poured some hot water into the basin to wash his hands.

"It doesn't hurt, I just feel a little cold. Brother Yuzi, you said, people are really strange. I look forward to it when I don't have faith, but when it comes, I feel a little empty." Wang Jingwen took out her hand from the quilt and wrapped her hair with her fingers. Play.

"We are still young, so don't worry. Maybe you soaked my clothes with too much cold water a while ago, so it's late. Don't think too much about it." Tang Zhitong understood, that is, married people have this kind of thinking, and unmarried people have this kind of thinking. The young lovers will only look forward to it, and being late for three or five days is like killing them.

The woman who came to Xiaozhi was more sensitive than usual, so she had to be coaxed. Tang Zhitong poured a cup of hot water, mixed it with some brown sugar, stirred it, and served it to Xiao Wang.

"How could it be so delicate?" Although Wang Jingwen said this, she held the water glass in her hands. It was sweet in her mouth, warm in her heart, and even the corners of her mouth turned up.

"You have a rest at home tomorrow, and I'll catch some fish and make fish soup for you." Tang Zhitong told Fangyuan that he had something to do at home, but he actually wanted to go north to catch fish. Zhang Guifang felt relieved.

"It doesn't matter whether I drink or not, but Brother Yuzi, please pay attention to your safety and don't go into deep water." Wang Jingwen ordered.

"Don't worry, I know it well." Tang Zhitong said that the guy he was eating touched Xiao Wang on the forehead, rubbed her head again, and then found his coat and changed it.

Tang Zhitong soaked the clothes and stir-fried some vegetables. Because of classmate Xiao Wang, tonight's millet porridge was thicker, and Zhang Guifang specially mixed it with brown sugar for her daughter-in-law.

Wang Jingwen was drinking millet porridge, and for a moment she felt like she had to have a baby...

Wang Jingwen just thought about it. Anyway, it couldn't be done these few nights. Maybe she would change her mind in a few days.

It was very quiet tonight. The two of them chatted for a while before falling asleep.

It is said that there are some big brothers who are arrogant and don't care about them. When they get excited about playing real-life CS, they are so brutal that they get bloody.

Tang Zhitong was not in the mood. There was nothing he could do the first time. There was a time when he was satisfied with just one shot in the head...

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