What's more, crying and grabbing for a monthly pass!

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When the first rays of sunlight shone on Xue Xiang's pillow in the morning, his eyes opened suddenly, this is the biological clock he has cultivated since he was a child practicing martial arts, and he will definitely wake up when the sun rises. Xue Xiangfang wanted to get up, just moved his head, found that his neck was tight, and looked down, only to see that the little guy's fleshy arm was around his neck, and then looked down, his belly was also occupied by the little guy's pink short legs, where did he move a little.

Last night, the little guy frolicked until late and didn't come home, and after washing, he made trouble in bed for half the night, urging Xue Xianglian to tell a story, and he performed another one for Kang Tong before falling asleep. Xue Xiang was worried that she would not get up because of lack of sleep, and raised his eyes to see that the small bed on the left side was empty, and it was expected that Kang Tong was going out for morning exercises, so he tilted his head and looked out of the window again.

This is an old-fashioned paper hinge, most of the red paint on the edge of the window has fallen off, the paper has long been yellowed, and there are five hollows scattered on it. Last night, because of greed for the night view outside the window, the window was opened, and when he was sleeping, he forgot to close it, which just saved Xue Xiang the pain of opening the window. Xue Xiang looked out the window, but saw that on both sides of the window, there were several clumps of green bamboo, the bamboo joints were thick, and the main branches were already slim like covers, showing that they had grown here for many years. Poet Yun: It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. Presumably, the previous owners of this bedroom should not have this kind of feeling, and the belly is still not full, who dares to extravagant meat, let alone elegant and indecent. Outside the window, it is a Xue official who is cheap and well-fed.

Exactly: green bamboo is refreshing, cleansing my mortal body.

Xue Xiang played with these clumps of green bamboo for a while, took a deep breath and didn't know how many times he did it before moving his gaze forward. Facing the window is a small mud bar, and at the end of the small is a pond, half an acre in size. Boxy, the pool water is deep blue like daisy, and there are a few clumps of lotus leaves sparsely growing in the pool. Occasionally, thick reeds are sandwiched. The pond is not large, and the vegetation is not abundant. But the pond in the early morning is very lively. The frogs that have successfully wintered begin to make noise and fight, occasionally popping and jumping into the water from the lotus leaves; The early bird flutters its wings and flutters, bringing a splash of water; The most active are several outsiders - cormorants, one of them turned over, and plunged into the water from mid-air, and the water surface was slight. When it was in the air again, there was a small fish on the tip of the snow-white mouth.

In the early morning, everything recovers and the vitality begins, which is the most interesting time in the mountains. This magnificent nature is like the greatest director, this window is a screen, and the most moving movies are being played outside the window. Xue Xiang was intoxicated and reached out to touch the cigarette, but he didn't expect the little guy to hug him tightly and compete in the slightest. He carefully broke the little one's fleshy little hand and was about to turn his head. The little hand scrambled back and grabbed him. He removed the little one's little hand again. Who knows, before he could move, the little hand stretched out again.

At this time, Xue Xiang didn't know that the little guy was being funny, and stretched out his hand to kiss the little guy's armpit, and sure enough, before his hand touched his skin, a string of silver bell-like laughter came. The little guy poked his head out of Xue Xiang's arms suddenly. A delicate little face tugged up on its cheeks, revealing two small tiger teeth. smiled proudly, and unaware that there were two crystal clear saliva threads hanging on his cheeks.

Xue Xianggang reached out and took the towel from the bedside. Wipe the little guy's face, Kang Tong took an iron pot and a small dustpan, and walked in.

"It's time for breakfast, the fried fritters with ginger and the freshly ground soy milk, should you use them down, or will you settle in bed?" Kang Tong was wearing a blue military uniform today, and when he returned from morning exercise, he was in good spirits, and there were beads of sweat on his dark face.

Xue Xiang greeted Kang Tong and asked him to bring breakfast to the outer office, then turned over and got out of bed, twice, dressed up, and was about to dress the little guy, but the little guy refused. The little guy pushed away Xue Xiang is big hand, and Zhen Zhen said something, "Second Sister Bao is half a year younger than me, she dresses herself, so I don't want you to help me." Xue Xiang couldn't smile bitterly when he heard it, as if he was begging to serve you, Lafayette, don't help yourself, it's just right.

The fritters are freshly fried, crispy and firm, and the soy milk is freshly ground and fragrant. Xue Xiang ate ten more fritters in a row, poured a cup of soy milk, and then mixed a round belly, and after eating a mouth, he stretched his waist beautifully, only to feel that the days in the countryside were not very difficult. It's no wonder that he Xue Daguan is so hearted, and he doesn't look at how disconnected his current net worth and life are from this era, everything is opened by Mr. Qian, can it be comfortable?

Not to mention the chicken that he ate a few days ago, just talking about Fangcai's soy milk and fritters, how can ordinary members of the Shantun club eat and afford it. The fine and white refined flour and the full-round high-grade soybeans were all brought back by him the day before yesterday, and even the fat used to fry the fritters was not ordinary vegetable oil and soybean oil, but sesame oil. Nowadays, the ingredients are truly natural and pollution-free, can you not taste refreshing? But if you want to eat these things, you don't have a rich purse, so don't even think about it.

This morning's fritters were fried a lot, and there was still half a dustpan left, and Xue Xiangzheng was about to find a net cover to cover it. First of all, the little guy who went out with a bag of fritters, ran back empty-handed, and his little face was still wrinkled, and he dragged Xue Xiang and ran towards the door, and his small mouth still shouted: "There is a brother who watched her and her friends eat fritters, looked at it, and fell asleep on the ground, no matter how you scream, you can't wake up." ”

Xue Xiang was shocked when he heard this, and ran towards the door with the little guy in his arms, and Kang Tong followed suit. Xue Xiang ran out of the door, and he knew the location of the accident without the little guy pointing at it, and he was used to the southeast corner of the threshing floor at this time, surrounded by a circle of people.

Xue Xiang ran to the front, someone saw it, and shouted that the captain was coming, and everyone let go, and the crowd in front of him was crowded like a boat sailing on the waves, vacating a gap.

Xue Xiang ran into the small circle, put down the little guy, and squatted down to the man who fell to the ground, and looked at it, it was one of the male intellectuals, but he couldn't name it, and then looked up, and the other seven intellectuals were the tightest around. Xue Xiang has only been in the backing mountain for five days, and these five days are either busy with rectifying people, holding meetings, or busy killing snakes, so it is easy to stop today, and he is looking for an opportunity to chat with a few educated youths, but he knows that he has met in such a form.

Xue Xiang broke the man's eyes, pressed his stomach again, looked at the face without a trace of blood, and preliminarily concluded that it was hypoglycemia. Although Xue Xiang is not a doctor, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. I still know a little about the basic signs of human life. Before long, Xiao Sun, who was beckoned by him to call the old medicine, dragged the old medicine to arrive. The old medicine tossed at the young man a few times. He took out a silver needle with wine poured on it and stabbed it at an unknown acupuncture point on his head. The young man coughed. And he woke up. The old medicine got up to report the cause, and sure enough, it was the same as Xue Xiang had expected, but the old medicine was more specific - he was hungry and faint.

Xue Xiang frowned again and again when he heard this, although the grain output at this time was still low, but the high-level had not tossed the farmers in the past few years. It's not five years, it's said that life is poor, and some people can't eat enough. Thaksin! But to say that he fainted from hunger, he couldn't believe it anyway.

Xue Xiang first asked the name of the educated youth who fainted, knowing that his name was Zheng Tong, and then asked how he fainted from hunger. Zheng Tong blushed, squeaked, and couldn't speak.

It turned out that their group of educated youths had been drinking gruel for a month. This Zheng Tong is a big-bellied man, but he is temperamental, and every time he drinks porridge, he will give more rice to Zhong Yuemin, a fellow villager in Chuncheng who is hungry every night. Today. He was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, so he went round and round in the threshing floor. It just so happened that the little guy was carrying a bag of fritters. Come to the established "spoils" location and distribute them to the dolls. When the dolls saw the golden fritters, how could they be polite, and when they got their hands, they shoved them into their mouths. This is the time to kill Zheng Tong, seeing the golden dripping fritters, the hunger in his stomach has already burned; Seeing the dolls eating so sweetly, he couldn't stand it at all, and fell to the ground. When I lost consciousness, the word "fritters" still echoed in my head.

Such a mess. How can Zheng Tong say it, but a female intellectual, named Jiang Biyun, said the reason. Xue Xiang listened. I'm really hungry, this

Helping educated youth actually drink gruel for a month, and they have to work in the fields on weekdays, isn't this murder?

Xue Xiang listened, and without saying a word, he ran towards the west wing where the educated youth lived. The west wing and the captain's office where he was located were not far away, ten meters away. This west wing room is not the main house and wing house that ordinary people say, it is a two-entry earthen house, short and small, one lives for men and one for women, all of which are big shops. There are only people in the male educated youth, so the simple stove is built in the male intellectual youth's room.

Xue Xiang ran into the earthen house, walked straight towards the stove, and took off the lid of the pot, but saw that the pot was really gruel, and it couldn't even be called gruel anymore, and it was barely called rice soup, and the porridge was so bright that it could shine a shadow.

Xue Xiang followed the door with his forward feet, and a group of people who were watching the excitement also followed, Xue Xiangchong scolded Li Yongjun in the crowd: "Captain Li, I always ask you, the team gives each educated youth eleven catties of rations every month, why are people still starving like this?" ”

Li Yongjun was named, and while secretly sighing for bad luck, he would not have moved forward if he had known, and complained that Xue Xiang asked strangely, the educated youth was hungry, how did he know, Xu is the educated youth did not know how to be thrifty, and ate all the food in advance. Li Yongjun thought like this in his heart, but he didn't dare to say this: "Captain, it's not yet the end of the month, and the food will be distributed at the end of the month." The words "Maybe the educated youths are eating fast" came to his mouth, and he swallowed it back.

"What kind of, it's not the end of the month, where is the food from last month, haven't you heard it, have you drunk gruel for a month? I can't tell you the truth, believe it or not, I always told you to drink gruel for a month. Seeing such a miserable situation of the educated youth, Xue Xiang thought of the eldest sister who was far away in southern Xinjiang for no reason, for fear that she would also have such a life, and the evil fire in his heart could not be suppressed.

Li Yongjun was depressed after eating, but his brain turned quickly, thinking about the reason. Xue Xiang is indeed the wrong person, before he Xue Xiang backs the mountain in the future, Li Yongjun has been turned into a genuine minister by Cai Gaoli - he doesn't care about anything. It was only in the past few days that Li Yongjun had regained the prestige of the deputy captain, and it was really embarrassing for him to ask him to tell the reason why the educated youth was hungry.

Seeing that Xue Xiang's face was getting colder and colder, Li Yongjun was so anxious that he grabbed his scalp. Just when Li Yongjun was cornered, the educated youths helped Zheng Tong to follow, and from Liu Mei's mouth, Xue Xiangfang knew the answer.

ps: Zhong Yuemin, Kang Tong, and Jiang Biyun just salute the blood, don't sit down. In the blood, Zhong Yuemin cut the queue in the sixties, and he couldn't stand it at all. For the sake of blood, give a monthly pass, no, woo, you have to stay up late. (To be continued)