On the correct posture for farming in the last days

Chapter 118 Results
No matter what the weather is, the animals in the base still have to be raised, and she is now scoring points based on attendance.

, During the Chinese New Year, you can also share a little meat.

Divide the food according to the score.

In winter, her job is the most stable.

"Eat more, mom doesn't need to eat so much at home." Zhou Zhijuan felt distressed.

"I'm full. I'll have it at noon. If my brother isn't here, don't worry about it. If you're sick, don't you spend the same money?" Mao Panpan said, and then went out wrapped in thick clothes and hats.

She didn't know how to care about others before, but now, it seems that she doesn't know her past self.

After Mao Panpan left, Mao Feng got up.

"gone?"

Zhou Zhijuan brought him the porridge and nodded.

"Didn't Dr. Lin say that you can drink Chinese medicine? There are a lot of Chinese medicines that you have received in one summer. You can ask back. You can't have children at a young age, so how do you get married in the future?" Mao Feng said.

Zhou Zhijuan nodded, she thought so too.

"You are older than her."

"Don't talk about me, I don't have much hope." Mao Feng snorted: "That's just me."

There is nothing to say, he has no front teeth, and there is no place to pretend at this time.

Get used to it.

But the point is, he is also useless...

Although Liu Ya didn't kill him, those kicks...

Only he knew that he would have no hope in his life, and he didn't bother to think about marriage or anything like that.

After all, he grew up in the new society. He used to work in other places, and he also watched it on the Internet.

Even if it was, before the catastrophe, it was very difficult for men to treat problems.

Let alone now?Can survive, I really don't know if it is good or bad.

At least, his mother is still alive, and now it's mixed up like this.Why don't you take care of the mother.

In the future, if you don't want to live, you can just die.

The girls were silent for a while.

"Why don't I go to Changxing Village again...they rely on the mountains, maybe there are a lot of medicinal materials. I will ask, I will kneel...anything will do." Zhou Zhijuan whispered.

"You should live in an obedient manner." Mao Feng drank the porridge: "Don't worry about it, at least I'm still alive and can take care of you in the old age."

Zhou Zhijuan stopped talking, but tears fell into the rice bowl.

Mao Feng didn't want to watch, so he finished his meal quickly: "I'm going to work. It was agreed yesterday that I will go out to shovel snow when the weather is bad. Don't think about it. If you want to go to Changxing Village, I won't care about you."

Zhou Zhijuan didn't say anything, just ate in silence.

Does she not regret it?
If I had listened to my elder brother from the beginning, if I had done well from the beginning...

If there is no such vicious thought.

It's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in this world, and their family can only pass away slowly.

And there are more disasters waiting for them.

For example, on the fourth day after the heavy snowfall, Mao Shumin came.

He was wearing a very thick big sheepskin jacket, and he was pushing a bicycle with loads on his back and loads on the front.

Zhou Zhijuan looked at the person who was brought over, and stood silently at the door of the bungalow.

Mao Shumin looked at her: "Where's your son?"

Zhou Zhijuan didn't speak.

I haven't seen him for two years, and Mao Shumin is very old, and he still looks ugly.

When she was young, she was blinded by chicken feces, so she married him regardless.

But after two years of separation from this man, she gradually understood that it would be better not to have this man.

"Why don't you talk? Move your things in quickly." Mao Shumin also smiled.

Zhou Zhijuan still didn't move, she wondered why she was so stupid in the past?

Mao Shumin often asks her to do things like this.

And he walked by empty-handed.

In winter, she does all the charcoal and firewood.

When I lived in an old house, there was a lot of dust under the stove, and Mao Shumin didn't care about it.

Even if the fire in the stove goes out, it won't help if he lies wrapped in a quilt and plays with his mobile phone.

Occasionally Zhou Zhijuan went out to live with her brother or other relatives for a day, and when she came back, the whole house looked like a pigsty.

Mao Shumin will never clean up.

Even if Zhou Zhijuan was busy with eighteen things, Mao Shumin would still call her to do this and that.

When she was pregnant with Mao Panpan, she still had to get up early in the morning to cook, and was busy with field work during the day.

So many years, so many years.

In the past, she complained a lot, why didn't she think this person was bad?

Even a pair of sons and daughters taught the same as him.Lazy, selfish.

"What are you doing here?" Zhou Zhijuan didn't look at those things, she just kept quiet.

"What are you talking about? Why can't I come here? This place is so small, it's not as good as the village. Why didn't you go out to work? Didn't you say that all the women in the base have jobs?" Mao Shumin took it for granted.

"What about you?" Zhou Zhijuan felt indescribable.

"Let's talk about it next summer. I just came here, what can I do?" Mao Shumin sat on a chair.

Zhou Zhijuan thought, so familiar.

In the past, he refused to make good money, and he said the same thing when he changed more than a dozen jobs a year.

It is cold in winter and hot in summer. Stomach ache after heavy work, and fever after too much work.

"Bring things back." Mao Shumin looked at her.

Zhou Zhijuan did not speak, and continued with the work of mending socks just now.

She didn't want to argue with him, she waited for her son to come back.

Seeing her like this, Mao Shumin had no choice but to go by himself.

After moving in, I sighed again: "This place is small, why can't we change it to a bigger one?"

Zhou Zhijuan said lightly, "It's very cold."

"Isn't it enough to burn a little more cold? Isn't it burned in the base?" Mao Shumin didn't care.

"How do you know we're here?" Zhou Zhijuan asked.

"Oh, didn't Mao Zhanming's family come from the village, and they said it was not easy to mix here, so they went back." Mao Shumin smiled.

How about saying that the village is doomed?
The base is definitely not better than the village, but it is also stable.

At least the base doesn't watch people starve to death.

Take Zhou Zhijuan's house for example, it's winter.She is not in good health and can't do anything, and she won't starve to death.

But the people in Maojiazhuang want to go back after they come, and they actually feel that this place is bitter?

Gee.

"If they hadn't said, I wouldn't have known you were here to enjoy life." Mao Shumin snorted, "If you left me in the village, the three of you mothers would have run away? Did you kill the old bachelor?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhou Zhijuan's anger finally ignited.

"What are you? We lost you? Where did you die when the three of us struggled to survive?"

It was at this time that Mao Feng came back.

Hearing the quarrel, he opened the door: "What are you arguing about?"

When Mao Shumin saw his gloomy son, he was somewhat embarrassed.

"Your mother, this is getting old and unreasonable." Mao Shumin said.

"My mother's unreasonableness has something to do with you?" Mao Feng frowned: "Get out, don't come in the future, we don't have you."

"What are you talking about? I am your father." Mao Shumin stared.

"You are a ball!" Mao Feng looked over coldly: "Either you get out quickly, or I break your leg, you see for yourself."

　Daily writing is not long, and I finish what I want to write, anyway, I just write casually.Thank you for liking.

　　
　
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