After all, she is the only one who marries Erlai, and only she believes that Erlai will one day make her raise her eyebrows.

"Then, Daddy, Second Brother, I'm leaving. ”

Lin Xiangjiu said faintly: "Daddy, pay attention to your body, second brother, don't be too tired, tell Ziyi and Jiaojiao, let them not learn from me, I have come to this point, I can't go back!"

She has sacrificed so much, if she gives up now, the previous sacrifice will become a joke, and she can only persevere.

Lin Jialiang had a headache when he heard Jiaojiao's name, and turned around and went out: "Okay, it's so late, let's make do with my father's house." ”

It was much colder outside than at home, and the night sky was blue in late autumn, and the moonlight made the yard seem to be sprinkled with a layer of silver frost.

Lin Jialiang was so upset that he said that his sister had no brains, and his daughter Jiaojiao was not a worry-free person, and she didn't have much more brains than her sister.

There is also Ziyi, someone came to propose marriage a few days ago, the son of a cadre from the commune next door, who works in the city as a person. I don't know how to fall in love with Ziyi, so I asked someone to say it.

He had seen the photo of the young man, and he was very energetic with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he felt quite satisfied, and he hadn't had time to mention this matter to Lin Ziyi.

Lin Jialiang planned to discuss it with Bai Ruyi first, and then ask his daughter what he meant, the marriage of the girl's family is too important, just look at her sister-in-law.

Seeing that the time was not early, Lin Jialiang hurriedly walked out, and he had to find several other backbones of the village branch to discuss the problem of the big livestock in the village.

Regarding the problem of big livestock, not only Lin Jiaming is anxious, in fact, because of the death of rhubarb, people of some age in the village are aware of this problem - if this continues, more than a dozen big animals will die.

As a result of the deliberation of the next day's general meeting, the large animals that had been divided could no longer be collected into the collective, but they were placed in the livestock shed of the team and taken care of by the old yellow head.

Usually, each family shares the forage and hands it over to the old yellow head, and if the forage is not paid, it is regarded as giving up the right to use the livestock.

When the farm is busy, each family coordinates to call the livestock, who has more soybean concentrate for the livestock, and the livestock follow the field during the day during the use, and the old yellow head is taken care of at night to ensure that the livestock does not lose fat.

The cows, horses, and mules returned to the old yellow head's side, rubbing against him, one by one they were very affectionate, the old yellow head touched this, patted that, but he was still not happy, and he was very sad when he thought of his rhubarb.

"The endless sandy beach and the endless river, who left a camel;

Everyone says camels are good, but who knows?"

"Uncle Huang is singing again, and he has been in a lot of energy these days. ”

The carpentry room was not far from the livestock shed, and Lin Ziyi was single-minded, tilting his head to listen to the vicissitudes of the old yellow head's singing, and his eyes were staring at the drawings in front of him.

"Alas, Ziyi, you don't understand, Uncle Huang can't say it because of the bitterness in his heart. Hey, Ziyi, do you know, yesterday Sandanniang was drugged in the cabbage field, and Feng Daxi's pig went into the field to arch vegetables and was drugged to death. The little carpenter Meng Changlin was talking while repairing the farm tools.

"Well, I know. "Well deserved.

Lin Ziyi didn't want to mention the matter of the Feng family, so he replied sullenly.

The little carpenter suddenly sang in the voice of the old yellow man:

"The shopkeeper has money to sleep on the hot kang, and the afflicted man pulls the camel and walks the meadow;

Set up the account room to cook boiling soup, and the dry food was frozen hard. ”

Not to mention, Meng Changlin's voice conditions are very good, with a wide vocal range, clear articulation and accurate tone, which sounds much better than the old yellow head's moldy voice and Hara's tune.

Lin Ziyi's eyes lit up, and he didn't look at the picture, he ran over and stared at Meng Changlin, looked left and right, and touched his face again: "Changlin, do you still sing this?

The little carpenter was unexpectedly teased by her, and his face was flushed: "Don't make trouble, I, I, I'm just a ...... who sings blindly"

"Singing blindly and singing so well, if you sing it well, will you be able to go to the county troupe to be an actor?"

Lin Ziyi took a step back and looked at him left and right, and raised his chin with his fingers: "Well, I look very good, my voice is good, and my tone is right, I can really be an actor, hurry up, sing one for my sister!"

The little carpenter was at a loss, so embarrassed that even the roots of his ears were red, but he suddenly raised his head bravely, looked directly at Lin Ziyi with bright black eyes, and sang loudly:

"There are all kinds of grass growing on the slopes of the hillside, Ziyi sister, you look all good,

On the grassland, pick a horse and ride high, Ziyi's sister and the two of us are the best.

The dew of late autumn and the rain of early autumn, brother, I have you in my heart. ”

The singing voice is loud and affectionate, Lin Ziyi was originally teasing the little carpenter, but he didn't expect to be teased back by others with his singing voice.

She was a little embarrassed, and there was a little indescribable joy and sweetness.

Meng Changlin's dark pupils reflected Lin Ziyi's reflection, and the expression on his face was pious and gentle—it was really just like he sang, his eyes were full of her.

The smell of the young man mixed with the smell of fresh wood in the carpentry room, and it seemed to smell good.

Lin Ziyi suddenly felt that her face was hot, she put down her hand curtly, took two steps back and pretended to cut her hair, and changed the topic stiffly: "Oops, why do you say that guy Weiwei has such an idea, he has been reading books desperately these days, holding an idiom dictionary and memorizing and reading, this is sure to go to the town middle school next year." ”

The little carpenter stared at her unrelentingly: "Ziyi, don't just talk about your brother, when will we tell your father about it?"

Lin Ziyi hesitated: "I'm in a hurry, my dad has been busy these days, besides, I can't ...... for a while Get married,"

When it came to getting married, her voice was much quieter, and then she became louder again: "My father is too busy, I have to help the family farm, how can I get married so early?"

The little carpenter's expression moved, and he immediately slapped his chest with a bang: "I'm afraid, your little bit of land is a lot of miles! I'll plant your land first, and then plant my own!"

Lin Ziyi returned to normal, looked at him and grinned: "My family can't afford to hire long-term workers." ”

The girl tilted her head delicately, and there were two dimples at the corners of her mouth when she laughed, which made the little carpenter dizzy: "Ziyi, I will give you a long job for a lifetime, don't pay you! I will treat you well, like, just like ......"

Meng Changlin hadn't read a book for a few days, and couldn't find the right words to describe his feelings, so after a long pause, he suddenly burst out: "It's like your father is to your mother!"

Lin Ziyi was moved by this simple sentence.

Everyone in the village knows that Lin Jialiang is really good to Bai Ruyi, the two have been married for decades, Lin Jialiang has never let Bai Ruyi suffer a little grievance, even when the movement was the most fierce in those years, the red guards of the commune wanted to criticize Bai Ruyi, Lin Jialiang insisted on accompanying Bai Ruyi, standing in front of Bai Ruyi, and not allowing those people to insult her.

In the end, Bai Ruyi didn't suffer much grievance, but Lin Jialiang himself was shaved by those people, his hair was painted, and his face was also written with paint.

When those people left, Lin Jialiang used gasoline to wash off the words on his face, and the hair was not easy ---to wash, so he had to shave his bald head, and in that year, everyone saw his bald head and gave him a thumbs up, Quarin Jialiang was a man!