In the upper room of the Wang family, after Wang Wufu yelled for a while, Wang Manchu's screams came again.

Han Jin opened the door and came out refreshed, adjusted the expression on his face, and let the bloody sneer on his face subside before entering the West Wing.

Zhou Lanxiang has come back, Xiaoshan sent his sister back and ran home to help the eldest brother work, after all, the family had just distributed the grain, he felt that he was already a young man, and he always had to help the eldest brother clear the grain hoards and carry the grain bags.

And their father and mother have now followed them to the commune, looking for an opportunity to take care of their in-laws, who are at the top of their hearts, and as for how the family will live, it is not their concern at all.

When Han Jin entered the door, Zhou Lanxiang had just made a paste, sorted out the rags full of cleaned strips of dust, and pasted them layer by layer on the kang, ready to dry them to make soles.

Han Jin has liked to watch her do this since she was a child, whether it is her cooking or making clothes and shoes, he likes to stay on the side and play a hand, he hasn't seen her sit on the kang like this and do needlework with the corners of her mouth cocked for many years, Han Jin stood at the door for a moment before slowing down and walking slowly.

It seems that if he is a little heavier, he will be shocked by everything in front of him, what if he wakes up and disappears as soon as he has done in countless dreams......

Han Jin sat down, took the brush in Xiangxiang's hand, brushed the rags one by one, and watched her dexterous fingers put them together, and after a while, they were pasted several layers, and her heart was full of warmth, even if she didn't say a word, she was satisfied.

Zhou Lanxiang began to cut the shoe pattern after putting together the cloth, Han Jin saw that he cut the soles of his shoes very large, and suddenly became a little worried: "Xiangxiang, who do you make shoes for?" "Although I think it's impossible, but such a big shoe, what if it is for Wang Manchu!

Zhou Lanxiang looked at him and smiled: "With such big feet, who else can wear them except you?" ”

Han Jin's heart was steady, so he wanted to tease her: "You don't even measure, how do you know how big my feet are?" ”

Zhou Lanxiang smiled again, in his previous life, when he was released from prison, although everyone didn't wear handmade shoes, he still pestered her to make a pair of cloth shoes, and he was easily reluctant to wear them, I remember that he only took them out and wore them once when his third store opened, and then packed them in a dust bag, and took them out to dry in good weather.

Xiaoshan even laughed at him, telling him to put it in the safe to be safe.

In this life, as long as he is willing to wear them, she will make him shoes for a lifetime.

Thinking of this, her heart softened: "I don't know how big your feet are?" ”

Han Jin felt that his ears were suddenly hot, and he was a little embarrassed, he wanted to go out for a walk but was reluctant to leave, so he simply played tricks like when he was a child, lying on the kang next to Zhou Lanxiang, and pressed his face on his arm to prevent her from discovering her discomfort.

Zhou Lanxiang sat aside and worked quietly, the two of them occasionally said a few words about today's matter, they had already discussed it, this kind of thing would only make her speed up the divorce, although neither of them mentioned it, but they could feel each other's happiness.

Some things have to be said because they are afraid that others will not understand, and they have the same mind with each other, so there is no need to say more.

I don't want to talk about those things that make people clog up after they are discussed, but some inconsequential life trivialities are more interesting to say.

Zhou Lanxiang has long wanted to make shoes and clothes for Han Jin, needless to say, his torn cotton clothes are even more torn, and the soles of the shoes are so torn that they have to wear out, and the cotton is exposed, which looks like last year.

Fortunately, he can toss himself, I don't know where to get a pair of military big-toed shoes, although it won't freeze him, but such a good thing even the commune cadres have a pair that they wear when they sit in the office, and they usually wear homemade handmade cotton shoes when they go to the countryside, Zhou Lanxiang can't bear to see him spoil such a good thing, and is going to make him two pairs of cotton shoes with mille-feuille soles to wear when he works.

As for making cotton clothes, now I have money in my hands, but I don't have cotton tickets and cloth tickets, and I can't make it up for half a day, so I can only make up for him first.

Zhou Lanxiang and Han Jin have always thought of what to say, and after planning the clothes, they began to worry about his food, today the production team distributed the grain, Han Jin's food and labor were all taken back by his father, and he was determined to live in the old house by himself, what will he eat in the future?

Han Jin watched her cut the upper of her shoes with his head tilted, and his lazy voice was also lazy: "I will definitely be able to feed the two of us, don't worry about these useless things in the future." Then the conversation changed, "It seems that I don't have much time to go into the mountains and into the city these days, and I will go home tomorrow to carry some back." ”

Zhou Lanxiang was amused by his scoundrel appearance, and then she was a little worried: "Don't provoke your mother to scold you, I have food here, you eat it first, and I'll talk about it after I'm done." ”

Most of his bad reputation over the years was scolded by his mother, and these two years were the critical period when he wanted to marry his daughter-in-law, and he would rather suffer a loss than let his mother scold him again.

And she has the space, and she doesn't care about that bit of food at all.

Han Jin had no intention of eating fragrant food at all, but he didn't say anything else, he just planned to give her some rice to eat, she has loved to eat rice since she was a child, one bowl of sorghum rice at a time, and two bowls of rice!

The two of them didn't seem to stay long, it was getting late, Xiangxiang's body was better, and she could finally go to cook, but Han Jin was still not at ease, he boiled a pot of hot water on the stove, and still refused to let her touch a little cold water, he took care of the work of washing vegetables and rice, and even Xiangxiang's cotton shoes were baked hot before letting her go to the ground.

Everything was ready, but she still refused to eat here, because she was afraid of eating her rations, and she refused to serve the Wang family's rice.

Fortunately, yesterday, the neighbors sent a lot of potatoes, radishes and cabbage to the old house, and a few of them also sent pasted corn tortillas, so he doesn't have to worry about food these days.

Zhou Lanxiang didn't force it, but when cooking, he used all the water in the space, and the dishes were also made of his favorite sour and spicy shredded potatoes, and a bowl of sweet and non-spicy pickles was mixed in. He loves to eat this pickle the most, when he was ten years old, he once went into the mountains with his grandfather for five or six days, and when he came back, Xiangxiang happened to be picked up by his aunt to live for a few days, he refused to eat anything, so he ate for three days with a pot of pickles she had mixed.

Han Jin couldn't walk anymore when he smelled the smell, and sat by the stove while burning the fire and swallowing saliva, his voice so loud that he blushed.

Zhou Lanxiang couldn't help laughing, rubbing his hair that was already thick and stiff, but his heart was still as soft as when he was a child, and he subconsciously took out the tone that coaxed him when he was a child: "Xiaojin will accompany me to eat today, it's all made for you, and I won't be able to eat well when you leave." ”

Han Jin ran home, picked up the things at home and put out a big pot, but he still couldn't help but eat a meal with Xiangxiang.

Delicious is one thing, and the most important thing is that he has been looking forward to this day for too long, and he really can't refuse.

After eating, Xiaoshan also came, Zhou Lanxiang cut his shoes again, Han Jin and Xiaoshan sat under the buttocks of a stack of soles that had been cut out, trying to press them evenly, and the two of them listened to Xiangxiang's command honestly like when they were children, watching the shoes in her hands slowly take shape, waiting for the new shoes with happiness and anticipation.