Fragrant spring

Fragrant Spring - 393 Was it hard last night?

Shaoqiang, who was still talking about sexual openness with the helpers, saw Gong Qianqian, and immediately put aside the villagers, and went to greet Gong Qianqian. If his hands were not dirty, he might have a meeting with Gong Qianqian shake hands.Shaoqiang said: "Sister, where are you going? Where is Xiaoyu, why doesn't she accompany you?"

Gong Qianqian looked at Shaoqiang wearing a white shirt and trousers. There were some work stains on the white shirt shoulders, a pair of Jiefang shoes on his feet, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.Gong Qianqian suddenly felt that Shaoqiang was a bit like those educated youths who went to the countryside on TV, so she couldn't help but chuckled, and said, "Xiaoyu is in class, and I'll go out for a walk when I have nothing to do.

"Your sister? Oh, it's Jiazhen, she lives at Uncle Jiu's house, I'll take you there." Shaoqiang was extremely busy yesterday, he didn't know that Gong Qianqian had already been to Jiazhen's house yesterday.

Gong Qianqian smiled charmingly, and said, "No need, I went there yesterday, I know the way, you go to work, I will look around by myself."

I really can't do without myself here, so Shaoqiang had no choice but to say: "Then go for a walk by yourself, come to my house for dinner at noon and evening, and call Xiaoyu along."

"Hehe, go get busy, I'm hungry and I'll go back and find something to eat." Gong Qianqian said politely to Shaoqiang.

After Shaoqiang left, Gong Qianqian walked slowly on the moss-covered stone road in Muwa Village under all eyes.The collision of high heels and large bluestone strips is the intersection of modern fashion and ancient civilization.Breathing the air without car exhaust, listening to the crowing of wild birds and roosters, Gong Qianqian felt relaxed and happy.Although the small mountain village is poor, but this place is almost isolated from the world, but the scenery is beautiful.It is almost possible to use the small order in "Tianjingsha · Autumn Thoughts" written by Ma Zhiyuan, a poet of the Yuan Dynasty: "Withered vines, old trees, dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, ancient roads, westerly winds and thin horses. The sun sets, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world." up.

Gong Qianqian came to Jiazhen's house, but Jiazhen went to work in the vegetable field and hadn't come back yet.Only Uncle Jiu was topless, wearing a pair of oversized trousers, lying on a recliner under the loquat tree with his eyes closed.There is also a black box radio hanging on the root of the loquat tree, playing the news with constant noise.Gong Qianqian looked at Uncle Jiu's gray goatee, and felt a little bit of fairy spirit, and immediately felt very kind, and she softly called: "Old man, old man."

When Uncle Jiu heard the voice of the county dialect, he opened his eyes and took off the broken palm-leaf fan that was pressed against his chest.Said: "Who is this girl?" The people in the countryside in this area usually call young women sisters or sisters, but Gong Xiqian speaks the county dialect, and the words spoken in the neighboring counties are similar to the county dialect. They were not allowed where she came from, and they called Gong Qianqian a girl for fear that she would not understand.

"Old man, I am Jiazhen's sister-in-law. I came to Shaoqiang's house to drink Anmen wine. I will stay here for a few days." Gong Qianqian took a small bench next to her and sat down. Gong Xiqian's bright butt flap.This is Li Lele's special small bench. Li Lele usually likes to listen to stories told by Uncle Jiu.Moreover, she has a lot of people, so she has to sit on a small bench when she is young.Uncle Jiu liked the little girl so much that he actually found boards and iron nails and nailed this small bench to Li Lele.

Uncle Jiu didn't know Gong Qianqian, but he had heard Jiazhen talking with Haijiao last night and knew something about her. He said, "Oh, Jiazhen went to plant vegetables and hasn't come back yet. She is alone now. You can use it when you have time." Come and see her more, after all, you are relatives."

"I know, I will come here often in the future." Gong Qianqian was not disgusted with Uncle Jiu's words, on the contrary she thought it made sense.That's right, she and Jiazhen are relatives, and the line cannot be broken just because Jiafu died. How can people not have family affection?

It may be because Uncle Jiu is amiable and amiable, which makes people feel like wanting to get close at first sight.Or it might be that Gong Qianqian got infected by sitting on Li Lele's little bench, and also loves to listen to Uncle Jiu's storytelling.Anyway, Gong Qianqian chatted with Uncle Ninth for a long time. Of course, it was Uncle Ninth who said it. Gong Qianqian listened, from the simple and complicated principles of life to money, fame and fortune, and from the stone road in Muwa Village to human history.Of course, there are Jiu Shugong and the stories of the soldiers and horses in Muwa Village who can't hear the stories of their ears.Gong Qianqian gradually felt that this quaint and backward village actually has many attractions.Among other things, just say that the old man in front of him is a book that can't be finished.A thought flashed through Gong Qianqian's mind, wanting to stay and be a villager in Muwa Village.

After finishing her lunch, Guiqin wiped her hands on the apron around her waist, then untied it, put the apron on the small fence at the door, and walked out of the house.The villagers who were supposed to call the helpers came back for lunch. There were too many people and it was noisy. Guiqin's tweeter didn't work, so she had to go to the homestead to call.

When we arrived at the homestead, everyone knew it was time for lunch without Guiqin shouting, and everyone was thinking about the two big bowls of meat on Guiqin's table.Someone jokingly said to Guiqin: "Miss Boss, why are you so late today? Did you call us after stealing a full meal at home?"

Guiqin smiled and said, "I'm not the proprietress. Shaoqiang is the boss. I'm not so lucky to be the proprietress." Many people in the village now call Shaoqiang the boss. Shaoqiang is the boss. Of course Guiqin is the proprietress.Guiqin didn't like this title, but she was happy in her heart.Everyone has vanity, and Gui Qin is no exception.

Everyone is not very active at work, but everyone is fast when eating.In just a blink of an eye, everyone put down the hooks on their shoulders, walked to the river to wash their hands, and got ready to eat.

Guiqin took Mude's hand and said, "You let others wash their hands first, and help me fold the cement bag first."

Mu De also wanted the pork on the dinner table, but he didn't dare not listen to Gui Qin's words, so he stayed obediently and went to fold the cement bag.

Guiqin didn't really want to leave Mude down to stack the cement bags. It's only noon now, and he still needs to use cement for work in the afternoon.After everyone dispersed, Guiqin went to Mude and asked softly, "Watching the party last night, did your eggs harden?"

Mu De looked around vigilantly and saw that there was no one there, so he said stupidly: "It's hard."

Guiqin was very excited, and asked: "How long has it been hard?"

Mu De stretched out five fingers, thought for a while, added another finger, and said, "It's been so long."

Guiqin has no choice but to take Mude. A fool can't count, let alone calculate time. Who can understand what he represents with the fingers he stretched out.But seeing Mude add a finger, it must have been a long time.Guiqin waved her hand and said: "It's fine if it's hard, don't fold it, go wash your hands and go back to eat, and go to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree with my aunt to try it tonight."

Mu De didn't show the excited look before, but nodded nervously.