When it comes to reading, he is stunned with his white hands, because he thinks of his "review book".

Regretting it with his white hands, from yesterday to today, he should have taken the opportunity to find it for a lot of time.

"Teacher Ding, I must read the book you gave me carefully. But in this situation, I really don't have time to read it, and I don't have the heart to read it. ”

Teacher Ding said, "Let's spare you first." I'm gone, you go back to sleep. ”

Looking at Mr. Ding's back, it was hazy, and there was a special feeling in his white hands.

But catalyzed by the good news, the white hand lost the pressure, and the drowsiness came well, and soon he fell asleep again.

The next morning, the white hands did not dare to leave.

At noon, Mr. Ding came back from the village school.

Lunch was made with white hands, and Mr. Ding ate it deliciously.

"It's sunny after the rain. Xiaobai, the working group has arrived, and the leader is Deputy Director Du. ”

The white hand was overjoyed and immediately sped up to eat, "I can finally go home." ”

Unexpectedly, Teacher Ding said, "You can't go home yet." ”

"Why?"

"Three reasons. One, you have to clean up for me and get rid of the stench you left behind. Second, if you go out now, it will be tantamount to telling everyone that if you hide from me for the past two days, I will offend those who want to mess with you. Third, let the people in the village know that if you hide from me, they will gossip, which will have a bad impact on me, and even worse on you. ”

For good reason, it is taken orally in the palm of the white hand.

Teacher Ding smiled: "There is another reason, your dishes are particularly delicious, and I want to eat again." ”

The white hand also laughed, and this reason was more convincing.

If you want to talk about the ability to cook, white hands are not blowing, and when the production team has a meal, he is one of the spoons.

Thanks to the old captain. In the year before the farm, the old captain saw that the white hand had nothing to do, so he introduced the white hand to his eldest son's unit canteen as a helper.

In just two months, he not only earned 30 yuan for nothing, ate for two months, but also learned the ability to cook.

The dishes for dinner were more fragrant, and Mr. Ding was more satisfied.

In fact, it is also Mr. Ding's rare and strange appearance, making himself as if he does not eat fireworks in the world, so he has never eaten good food.

Accompanied Mr. Ding to dinner, it was already dark, and he left with a satchel in his white hand.

Teacher Ke Ding stopped Bai Shou again, "Xiaobai, you just go home with so much money?" ”

The white hand was stunned, "No? ”

"The walls in your front yard and backyard have been ripped off. So I don't think it's safe to keep so much money at home. ”

It makes sense, and said with a white hand: "But I don't have a place to put it for the time being." ”

"If you can trust me, I'll keep it for you for the time being. I believe that my home is a hundred times safer than yours. ”

This is a fact, Teacher Ding is in Baicun, which is sacrosanct, and no one has ever dared to enter her house.

thanked him with his white hand, put more than 200 yuan in his pocket, and handed over the other 3,800 yuan to Mr. Ding along with his satchel.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he quietly left Mr. Ding's house with white hands.

Seeing the white hand appear in front of her unharmed, her mother Guo Cai'e cried with joy.

The younger brothers and sisters were very happy, surrounded the eldest brother, and asked one after another, where the eldest brother has been hiding in the past few days.

answered one by one with white hands, there were truths and lies, of course, not to say that they were hiding in Teacher Ding's house.

The mother is safe, the younger brothers and sisters are fine, and the white hands are relieved.

But the next morning, when the white hand saw the outside of the house, it was a mess and full of devastation, and immediately full of anger erupted from his mouth.

"Dog Day Chen Boss, Chen Lao Er, Chen Lao San, my day your ancestors are eighteen generations."

The scolding of the white hand was enough to resound through most of the white village.

Scolding and scolding, after scolding, the chaos in the family has to be cleaned up.

But here's what's new.

The people of the working group came to help.

Not only the five members of the working group, but also Lao Zhang and Li Jasmine of the commune, and Ma Lanhua of the brigade.

They first apologized and expressed condolences to their white-handed mother, and then helped sweep the floor and tidy up the furniture such as tables and stools.

They then inquired about the damage, including the fence in the front and back yards, whether there was a reduction in the rice in the granary, how many roof tiles had been broken, and so on.

They also acted vigorously, sent people to purchase, went to the masons, and said that the courtyard wall should be repaired as soon as possible.

The white hands didn't have a good face, squatting on the stone table, watching their actions with cold eyes, not to mention thanks, and they didn't even bother to open their mouths.

Whoever talks to the white hand will not care about it, and the old man will not give him the most face.

The white hand also took out a whetstone, a kitchen knife, a straw knife, a sickle, and various knives, as well as a large guillotine with a wooden handle, which was rarely used.

Sharpening knives, sharpening knives without a sound.

The people in the working group looked terrible, but they couldn't talk to the white hand, so they asked Lao Zhang to come forward and persuade the white hand.

Lao Zhang stepped forward, patted Bai Shou's shoulder, and asked, "Xiaobai, what are you doing here?" ”

"Sharpen your knives."

"What are you sharpening knives for?"

"Kill the pig."

"Who's a pig?"

"Man-pig."

"Who is a human pig?"

"Confidentiality."

Lao Zhang asked in a low voice: "Xiaobai, do you give me face?" ”

"Reason."

"Look. I told you the news that night. Also, don't do it in front of me. Besides, I just became deputy secretary, so you can't trouble me. ”

"Deal." The white hand replied with two more words.

Lao Zhang's face can't be left ungiven.

After sharpening the knife, the other knives were put away, only the big guillotine, which was sharpened with white hands.

Then, carrying a twelve-pound knife in his white hand, he walked out of the courtyard gate and walked on the village road.

The main roads and small roads of Baicun walked unhurriedly with white hands.

Many of the villagers greeted each other, ignoring them with their white hands strained and their faces.

Most of the villagers retreated, this is clearly a posture of slashing people with knives, who dares to easily come forward to talk.

Especially in the small store of the water tank, walking a few more times with white hands scared the villagers to leave.

The two members of the water tank did not dare to say hello. The two of them knew that they didn't bother them with their white hands, but they must have come to the water tank for his father.

This is not over, and he went to the other six natural villages with a big guillotine in his white hand.

The murderous spirit was so full that the six natural villages were all turned around, and the corners were not falling.

When he got home, he saw the old captain and a white-haired old man in a tunic with white hands.

Recognized it with his white hands, the head of the Du district, who had been stationed in the village before.

That is, Deputy Director Du in Mr. Ding's mouth.

The old captain snatched the big guillotine, threw it to the ground, and asked, "What do you want to do, dirt cub?" ”

The white hand said in a sullen voice: "Revenge." ”

"You kid, it's turned upside down." The old captain kicked his white hand.

The white hand squatted on the stone table again, and closed his mouth silently.

The old captain wanted to beat his white hands, but was stopped by Deputy Director Du reaching out.

"Little white hand, do you still know my Lao Du?"

Squatted with his white hands and turned around, so that his hips were facing Deputy Director Du.

Deputy Director Du laughed.

"Little white hand, you have grown up, you have some money, and you have become bullish. However, you can't deny people. ”

The old captain said: "Boy, Lao Du is here to help you." ”

The white hand finally spoke.

"Help a fart, the setting sun is not as hot as my fart."

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