Zhou Lanxiang tightened the thin and worn cotton jacket on her body, and took a detour to a remote path out of the tunzi.

Walk one or two hundred meters on the dirt road at the west end of Tunzi on the gravel road, a row of conspicuous red brick houses on the side of the road, and a brand-new slogan is written on the wall with white lime: Dazhai of agriculture, Daqing of industry.

Mopantun is the largest tunzi of the Red Star Brigade, and it is very convenient to go to the commune by guarding the road, so the brigade headquarters, health center, supply and marketing cooperatives and primary schools of the Red Flag Brigade are concentrated in this row of red brick houses.

Except for the elementary school's playground, which is surrounded by tall poplar trees, the other nearly ten houses share a large yard, and there is no shelter around it, so anyone can enter it at will.

Zhou Lanxiang stood on the highway and looked at this row of houses with red brick walls and glass windows, this row of houses had always been a nervous existence in her eyes before. It was so open and bright, and she was envious and a little inexplicably afraid of anyone in it.

In the eyes of a peasant woman, it represents a life and a life that she would never dare to achieve. Even those people are just ordinary brigade cadres, private elementary school teachers, and salesmen of supply and marketing cooperatives.

But now look at it, the red bricks of the house are burned unevenly, black, black, red and red like a big beetle that has been trampled on, the house is not high enough, the windows are too small, the small glass windows are not as bright as she remembers, and the window frames are even painted with blue-green paint in a nondescript manner.

Zhou Lanxiang took a deep breath and walked into this empty and seemingly depressed courtyard, all this was different in her eyes, and she was completely different!

The house of the brigade headquarters is locked, and the cadres of the brigade will not always sit here for work, everyone is used to going to the house to find someone when there is something, and she just came to confirm it today.

Out of the brigade headquarters, Zhou Lanxiang walked directly along the gravel road to the west, Mopantun is ten miles away from the commune, which is a rare gravel road in this era, and she walked there in about an hour.

This gravel road is the main road connecting their Ishihara Prefecture to the neighboring city, and it is said that it can be extended further on, and it can also lead directly to the provincial capital. In this era, there were almost no concrete roads, and it was very convenient to be able to walk next to such a road.

Therefore, many brigades along the road are like their Red Flag Brigade, and set up facilities such as brigade headquarters and supply and marketing cooperatives in tunzi next to the road.

Although Zhang Zhumao's Sangangtun is ten miles away from Mopantun, the headquarters of the struggle brigade where they belong is only five miles away from Mopantun, and it is located in Sanjiagouzitun next to the road.

Zhou Lanxiang walked to Sanjiagouzi, walked down the road and walked two or three hundred meters on the dirt road, and arrived at the brigade headquarters of the struggle brigade. A few years ago, the commune had a brick-burning factory, and all the brigade headquarters were converted into brick houses, and glass windows and blue-green window frames were uniformly used.

This time, Zhou Lanxiang did not hesitate and walked directly to the entrance of the brigade department. The door was unlocked, but she couldn't see anyone in the room through the passing window, and it took several knocks to open the door, a young man in a patched military shirt and an armed belt around his waist.

The young man's eyes are not big and tall, and he looks very energetic, although this person's face is very serious, but Zhou Lanxiang is not cramped at all, and still smiles at him: "This comrade, ask you something." ”

Zhou Lanxiang is only twenty-four years old now, although she has worked hard and can't eat enough all these years, she has not experienced the bad things that made her haggard later, and after all, she is young and in good health, and her appearance has not been damaged too much.

She was originally good-looking, coupled with the nourishment of ginseng pheasant soup and malt milk essence and brown sugar water for more than ten days, her eyes were bright and she was refreshed, standing there with a smile, even if she was wearing gray patch clothes, it was also eye-catching.

Such a beautiful girl looked at herself with a smile, and the seriousness on the young man's face immediately dissipated a lot, and the brow that had been a little impatient frowned was also released, and she actually opened the door and turned sideways to let her in.

Zhou Lanxiang was still a little worried, thinking about how to enter the door, but she didn't expect to come in so easily.

She was embarrassed to sit down directly when she entered the door, but stood by the stove and roasted her hands: "Thank you, comrade, it's cold when you say it's cold this day, and your hands are numb after staying outside for a while." ”

The young man picked up the steaming kettle on the stove, put it into a large enamel tea jar, and put most of the hot water on the table: "Sit down, which tun are you?" What's the matter with the brigade? ”

Zhou Lanxiang walked over and sat down generously, holding the enamel jar to warm her hands: "Thank you so much!" I am from the Red Star Brigade Mopantun, and I heard that a batch of new cotton came to the supply and marketing cooperatives of your brigade, and I don't need a ticket for two yuan and a catty, so I hurried over to have a look. When I got here, I couldn't find the supply and marketing cooperative, and when I saw the smoke from the chimney of this house, I came to ask, I really caused you trouble! ”

Now cotton is a scarce material, and even people in the city do not have tickets every year, and they have to get married and have children to be given a few taels and a pound of cotton tickets, and it is even more difficult to get them in rural areas. So if you hear that there is cotton without tickets, it must be crazy to rob it.

So the market price is one dollar and one pound of cotton, Zhou Lanxiang deliberately said two yuan. It's two dollars, and if you don't want a ticket, you have to grab it.

The young man's brows furrowed again: "Is there such a thing?" Why haven't I heard? ”

Zhou Lanxiang had a presence: "My sister-in-law is studying in the junior high school of our commune, and I heard what her classmates said, saying that it is a state relief that rewards you for paying more public grain, and the cotton will go to the supply and marketing cooperatives today." Yesterday dark day, I heard that I went out early in the morning, and I was afraid that I would not be able to grab it! ”

When the young man heard this, he was a little unsure, so he pulled the hem of his clothes and stood up and tidied up his armed belt: "I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperatives next door to ask, you wait here for a while." ”

As he spoke, he strode out, walked to the door and looked back at Zhou Lanxiang: "Who are you from Mopantun?" ”

Zhou Lanxiang put down the enamel jar and exposed a small dimple on the side of her cheek: "My name is Zhou Lanxiang, I am the sister of Zhou Qingsong in Mopantun, and Zhou Qingshan is his second sister." She has subconsciously drawn a line with the Wang family, and she is reluctant to mention her parents, and now she is her brother's sister, Xiaoshan and Han Jin's sister.

The young man glanced at her carefully, his brows were completely relaxed, and his gaze was a little complicated: "You are Zhou Lanxiang." Then he walked out and added inexplicably, "I've heard of it." ”

I didn't say that I had heard of anything, but I was relieved to let Zhou Lanxiang stay in the team headquarters. Although there are no valuables in the brigade headquarters, a person of unknown origin cannot be allowed to be treated like this.

This girl should be Zhou Lanxiang, he already believes it.

When he was fourteen or fifteen years old, he heard the older young men around him talk about Zhou Lanxiang, saying that he was very good-looking, and his voice was good.

Although I don't know why my cousin didn't mention the name Zhou Lanxiang again, and the young men around him didn't mention it, he was still quite impressed. Although the two tunzi are not far away, they are not a brigade, as long as they don't deliberately inquire, they have never heard of this person again.

But he always felt that after so many years, she must have been married and had children, and no matter how beautiful she was back then, she now had to become a sloppy woman who fed pigs and washed the children's diapers every day.

But looking at the beautiful and generous girl in front of him, he felt that Zhou Lanxiang should be like this, her eyes were big, her eyes were black and white and clear like a stream that no one had touched in the mountains, she had a small dimple when she laughed, and her voice was soft and soft, and she was very polite and generous, no wonder my cousin had seen people laugh so stupidly.

But she did get married, didn't she just say that she was sister-in-law?

The young man's brows furrowed again, and he went to the supply and marketing cooperatives next door to inquire.

Zhou Lanxiang hurriedly got up and walked to the office in the middle of the team headquarters, she looked at it from the window when she entered the courtyard just now, and there was a letter on a table in the office next door.

She put a report letter in her pocket in the middle of a stack of newspapers and letters on the table, afraid that someone would take her away, and then pulled half of it to reveal the words "report letter" before leaving with confidence.