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Xiang Gang took her hand and walked all the way, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth bent all the way.

The only pity is that this is too short.

His family lives in front of the river in the west of the dwarf dun bridge, and her family lives in the back of the river in the west of the dwarf dun bridge, except for a small river six or seven meters wide, which is a few families separated by the Shu family, no matter how slow you go, you should arrive in ten minutes.

Xiang Gang sighed regretfully in his heart, pinched the back of Qingling's hand, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Go in, go to bed early." I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. ”

"Good. Qingling blushed and nodded.

After he left, she plugged in the deadbolt, leaned on the courtyard door reflexively, reached out and touched her face, the feeling of fever, and she had not retreated since holding hands.

At half past five the next day, Xiang Gang came to pick up Qingling.

After the double robbery, the ferry to the county resumed its usual four flights a day, two round-trips in the morning and two round-trip flights in the afternoon.

Since you have gone, you naturally have to take a good stroll.

After listing it, there are a lot of things to buy, and I also have to help the master and my wife bring some things for Ming'er's banquet, so I plan to take the first boat to go and the last boat to return.

The first boat departs on time at half past six, and it takes about half an hour to walk from home, so I prefer to go out early.

When Xiang first came, Qingling was ready.

She got up at half-past four to-day, and steamed a basket of flower rolls sprinkled with white onions and crushed peanuts with her completely free hands. In addition to eating in the morning, you also have to bring some lunch food. Although there is a state-run restaurant next to the supply and marketing cooperative, she searched for Shu Yingfang's memory, and only people with surplus food stamps in their pockets go to the hotel.

However, the flower roll that happened just right is also very fragrant.

Qingling stood in front of the stove, closed her eyes and took a deep breath in satisfaction, then lifted the lid of the steamer, and the fluffy and white flower roll girl lay on the steaming rack with a fat stump.

Below the steamer is the tumbling mung bean porridge, boiled down for more than half an hour, the mung beans bloom one by one, mixed with glutinous white rice, fragrant.

A total of 16 flower rolls were steamed. With such a big flower roll, she was enough to eat one. Although the amount of food at noon is larger than in the morning, it is enough to survive two. There are thirteen left, no matter how good the man's appetite is, it should be enough to eat, right?

Qingling was cooling the flower rolls, while seizing the time to wash and comb her hair.

I can finally comb my hair cleanly, instead of casually stroking it twice with my arms hanging down.

She learned the combing method she remembered, first parting her hair in the middle of the left and right sides, then dividing each side into four strands, slowly braiding it from above the ears until it was the length of her index finger from the tip of the hair, tightening it with a faded red head rope, and then gently hanging the braid to her chest.

The four-strand braid is characterized by cleanliness - from the top of the head to the end of the braid, and there is not a trace of miscellaneous hair, because it is all braided.

This method was figured out by her adoptive mother, who would insert a wild daisy picked from the field for her after braiding her hair when she was a child. The black and maroon braids, the red head rope, and the daisies with white flowers are indescribably beautiful.

However, the world is impermanent, and in a blink of an eye, the adoptive father and adoptive mother have been dead for more than three years and nearly four years. Qingling felt very uncomfortable. I pressed the part of my chest that was faintly painful, not sure if it was because I felt empathy and missed my family and friends who had treated her well in my previous life, or if it was the residual influence of Shu Yingfang.

Shake your head and pull your thoughts back in front of you.

Changed into a short-sleeved shirt of rayon floral that Grandma Zhang sewed for her, with a pair of dark blue straight-leg pants underneath, in fact, she couldn't pick and choose, and this was the one she could wear. The other clothes are either too small and short, or they have too many patches.

I touched the small purse that I was sewing in a hurry last night, and there was a three-foot cloth ticket for selling ginseng. Is it better to make long-sleeved shirts out of rayon, or is it better to make jackets out of old cotton?

Seeing that the weather is going to cool down, the season for long-sleeved shirts to wear is short, so let's wear it next year, who knows if this small body will grow again, in case it is just done this year, and it can't be worn next year?

Forget it! Let's tear the old cotton cloth to make a jacket! The shirt is not very decent when it is big, and it doesn't matter if the jacket is big. In winter, if you wear a cotton liner inside, won't it become a cotton jacket?

After making up her mind, Qingling no longer bothered about her clothes, checked the things she wanted to bring, set aside the flower rolls to eat in the morning, and put the rest into a sun-washed gauze bag - a bag sewn with leftover mosquito nets to filter honey, so that it was convenient to hold food.

Almost at the same time, Xiang Gang knocked on the courtyard door of her house.

Qingling's heart thumped, and she slipped out to open the door.

"It's all packed?" Xiang Gang saw her come out and open the door refreshingly, a cluster of slight light flashed in her eyes, and after admiring it without a trace, her eyes fell on her white and red youthful face, "Pack it up, let's leave early, I brought breakfast, and eat it when waiting in line for the boat." ”

Thinking that yesterday the grain was distributed, there will definitely be many people going to the county seat today. There are those who, like them, think that they have no time to run to the supply and marketing cooperatives during the busy farming period, but now they are free and have distributed grain, and they are happy to go to the other side in groups; there are also those who have surplus rations at home and want to sell some to the purchasing station, exchange some money and tickets, and then cut some meat to make up for it. It's not okay to live without money.

"Come in, eat and go, I'll make breakfast." Qingling said with her eyelids hanging slightly.

Standing from Xiang Gang's point of view, it is her beautiful side face, her face is pink, like a layer of rouge, and her long eyelashes are fluttering, which is so beautiful!

When she came to her senses, they had followed her into the house.

After the hall was cleaned, it was still quite bright.

A square table is placed against the wall on the east side, and two bamboo chairs with backrests are opposite.

There were originally six chairs in this set, which were made by craftsmen hired by Shu Jianjun in the year of the new house, and it was really beautiful for a while. Because most people's homes, even the stools are saved, how can they have spare money to hire someone to tinker with the chairs.

It's a pity that after Mrs. Shu's family forcibly moved in, they made a lot of waste - they were burned by the sparks that were accidentally brought out when they were making a stove, and then they were simply chopped by Shu Jianqiang as firewood.

There are three left, which were scrubbed clean by Qingling and moved into the warehouse, the bamboo chair is more comfortable to sit on than a stool, and when there are guests at home one day, they can also be taken out to entertain.

In the center of the square table is a plate of white and tempting flower rolls, and next to it is a plate of fragrant sauce that smells of appetite.

Don't look at the black appearance of this sauce, but the condiments are rich, there are mushrooms, dried cowpeas, diced pheasant, peanuts and rice pieces, either from the mountains or grown in the ground, delicious and costly.

It's just that it's a little hot on this day, and it's not tolerable. Grandma Zhang only makes one foreign bowl at a time, keeps a small half of the two elders, and lets Qingling take the rest home with porridge.