A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

After Erbao was seen by Mr. Qian, his physical condition gradually stabilized, his temperament became very well-behaved, and he never made trouble.

She has a small mouth and follows her mother. She won't drink rice soup. There is no honey in the milk powder, so it must be added with sugar, otherwise she won't drink it.

She didn't cry like Dabao. She opened her throat and kicked her legs as hard as she could, then moaned softly.

He has been using tricks to make people soft-hearted since he was a child.

Fu Jingyou doted on his second child so much that he always coaxed the little one after cooking for the adults every day.

There is always milk powder, malted milk, brown sugar, and white sugar at home.

Now that he has spared some time, he wants to go for a walk in the mountains.

I have been there ten times, and I always bring back the little honey that Lu Miao was so rare in the past.

He is quick-thinking and can think of ideas.

I came back and found a few wooden boards and nailed them into a small box. I sprinkled some brown sugar inside, spread some honey on it, and placed it in a hidden place among the rocks in the mountains.

When I looked again after a while, I could actually hear the "buzzing" sound of bees inside.

A swarm of bees is resting and building a nest inside.

Afterwards, Fu Jingyou followed the same pattern and nailed a few more small boxes and scattered them out.

I checked later and found that three of the five boxes contained bee colonies, which was an unexpected surprise.

At the beginning of winter two years ago, several beehives harvested two full jars of flower nectar.

If it weren't for the fact that the bees needed enough food for the winter, Fu Jingyou left a reserve in the beehive, otherwise he could have collected an extra can.

Two jars of honey are enough for Erbao.

Not only is it enough for Erbao, but he can also add a few spoonfuls when making Lu Miao stew snow and white fungus.

As time goes by, it gets colder and colder.

The cold cyan color on Lu Miao's skin has gradually faded. Although her face is still pale, her hands and feet are not as cold as before.

But despite this, she still had no intention of waking up.

Fu Jingyou seemed to have accepted everything and had become accustomed to it.

He understood Lu Miao's difficulties.

Knowing that she can persevere until now is not easy.

He didn't ask her to wake up in a short time, he just asked her to be stable and not get worse.

Take it easy……

There will be more and more medicines that can be used in the future...and the hope will be bigger and bigger.

Will be fine.

"It's going to be okay, isn't it?"

Fu Jingyou hugged Erbao and sat on the bedside and kissed him.

"Isn't that right? Xia Xia."

Erbao looked at him and giggled. His dark eyes were exactly the same as Lu Miao's.

It's watery, as beautiful as black jade soaked in water.

Fu Jingyou was in a normal mood, but looking at these watery, tender and smiling eyes, his nose felt sore and his heart became heavy again.

He placed his second treasure beside Lu Miao and moved the couch to the backyard.

The sun was just right outside, and he wanted Lu Miao to bask in the sun.

Fu Jingyou came back, took the quilt and went to spread it in the backyard. Thinking that the Chinese New Year was coming soon, she said to Tang Mei:

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, won't aunt go back and have a look? Dad is alone there too."

Tang Mei buried herself in cooking:

"What should I do if I leave here? Can you handle it?"

"I can handle it."

"What can you do? What should I do if Dabao cries?"

"I coax."

"Is Erbao crying?"

"Just the same coaxing."

"What about crying together?"

"..."

Fu Jingyou was silent for a moment and said:

"Coax Erbao first."

"..."

Tang Mei said nothing.

Fu Jingyou spread the quilt on the couch, turned around and said:

"Dabao porcelain is solid." He explained that it was better not to explain. Tang Mei nailed the kitchen knife to the chopping board with a bang:

"Ci Shi just let him cry?"

Fu Jingyou thought to himself, Dabao is a boy and he is good-looking.

The congenital disadvantages of the second treasure are much different, so it’s okay to cry.

It was obvious that Tang Mei was showing off her face, but he didn't say anything anymore.

Tang Mei said: "Let's do this for now. Your dad is not a grown-up man. He doesn't know how to take care of himself anymore?"

Fu Jingyou gave a muffled "Hmm" and went to the front room to pick up Lu Miao and carefully placed her on the couch.

He brought a quilt to cover and tuck Lu Miao, and then went to the room to move an unused old-fashioned baby crib borrowed from the village.

Put the big baby and the second baby in and cover them, covering their little faces to prevent the sun from shining into their eyes.

Fu Jingyou moved the pony and sat between the rocking bed and the daybed.

Tang Mei said that the stewed pigeon soup was ready, and he stood up to serve it again. He put a towel on Lu Miao's chin and blew it into her mouth to cool it down and fed it to Lu Miao.

After feeding a bowl, there was still some left in the porcelain cup.

Erbao was always thinner than his elder brother, so Fu Jingyou said to feed Erbao.

Tang Mei refused to let him feed:

"Newborn babies are all masculine, and pigeons are masculine. She will get angry after drinking it... Just drink the rest, and eat the stewed meat and red dates in it."

Fu Jingyou shook his head: "You can eat it, aunt."

Tang Mei also shook her head; "I've also gotten angry recently, so you can eat it."

There's no such thing as getting angry or not.

This is equivalent to what our parents said, "I don't like to eat."

"The newly hatched pigeons that were hatched a while ago will be released from the cage soon, and there will be more and more pigeons in the house."

Fu Jingyou said dullly:

"A pigeon is not worth anything. If you dig it up and give it to Miaomiao, you can kill it at any time if you want to eat it. It's enough. You don't have to save this and that."

"Ah."

……

With Tang Mei helping to cook at home, Fu Jingyou gradually returned to normal, gradually became active in the production team, and participated in collective work together.

Time continues to advance.

The New Year is approaching, and it’s the time to divide the work, rations, and kill pigs to divide the meat.

This is the last year to kill collective pigs, and from now on it will be individual breeding.

Fu Jingyou was called to the threshing floor to help.

It was originally a happy event, but something unexpected happened this year, and there was a quarrel at the He family when I came back.

The noise was so loud that even the big table at the He family was overturned.

The reason is still the pot of oil last year.

This year, all the rapeseed grown on the He family's private land was saved, and no oil was pressed at the end of the year.

The He family squeezed oil last year, which is enough for daily consumption, but they can't fry New Year's dumplings like last year.

The meat was divided among the family. Chen Guifen thought that she didn't need to use the meat to make fried dumplings, so she decided to make some bacon.

Bacon is delicious and durable, so you can eat it slowly in the coming year.

Fu Jingyou divided the meat and came over to deliver the things.

Chen Guifen asked him if he wanted to make something for him.

My sister-in-law Zhao Lanxiang heard this and couldn't help but think more about it.

"Meat is not oil. A pot of oil can last for more than half a year. You can't get this fat meat twice a year."

Zhao Lanxiang stood in the courtyard with a strange look:

"Mom, if you don't want to eat after eating enough, your son and granddaughter haven't eaten enough yet!"

This means that Chen Guifen, a mother-in-law, has a biased mind, and the only food and meat in the house are those with a foreign surname.

Fu Jingyou is not stupid, and he still can't understand such a simple meaning.

He divided the meat, and even if it was made into bacon, the meat he divided was used.

Is it possible that he could still take over the He family and take her share?

Chen Guifen unexpectedly glanced at Zhao Lanxiang.

Fu Jingyou didn't want to cause more trouble, so he said:

"Auntie, you don't have to worry about it. I'll do the same thing when I go home." (End of Chapter)