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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 Yu got up, just moved his head, now his neck was tight, and he looked down, only to see that the little guy's fleshy arm was wrapping around his neck, and then looking down, his stomach was also occupied by the little short tui'er of the little guy's powder, where did he move a little.

Last night, the little guy frolicked until late and came home, and after washing, he made trouble on netg for half the night, urging Xue Xianglian to tell three stories, and he performed another one for Kang Tong before falling asleep. Xue Xiang was worried that she would not get enough sleep, so Suo Xing didn't get up, and raised his eyes to see that the ang 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 window edge has fallen off, the paper of the pasted window has long been yellowed, and there are more hollow noses 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, the stomach 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 mud path, at the end of the path is a pond, the pond is half an acre in size and boxy, the pond water is deep blue like dai, and there are a few bushes of lotus leaves sparsely growing in the pool, sometimes with thick reeds. The pond is not large, and the vegetation is not abundant, but the pond in the early morning is very lively. The flock of frogs that have successfully wintered began to make noise and quarrel, occasionally popping, jumping into the water from the lotus leaves: the early birds flutter their wings and flutter the edges, bringing a burst of water: the most active are several foreign dock falcons, one of them turned over, and plunged straight into the water from mid-air, the water surface was slight, and 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 is revived and vibrant, 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 Mo cigarette, but he didn't expect the little guy to hug it too tightly, and he couldn't compete at all. He carefully broke the little one's fleshy little hand, and was about to turn his head, when the little hand struck back to its place and restrained him. He moved the little one's little hand away, and before he could make a move, the little hand reached out again.

At this time, Xue Xiang didn't know that the little guy was 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, pulled up the cheeks of a delicate little face, and pulled out two little tiger teeth in 1U, smiling proudly, unaware that there were two crystal clear saliva threads hanging on his cheeks.

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

"It's time for breakfast, fried fritters with old ginger, freshly ground soy milk, are you going to use it down, or will you do it on Netg?" 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 beckoned to Kang Tong and asked him to bring breakfast to the office outside, then turned over and got off the netg, three or two times, and was about to dress the little guy after the outfit, but the little guy refused. The little guy pushed Xue Xiang away, and Xue Xiang was big and said, "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, su and strong, and the soy milk is freshly ground and fragrant. Xue Xiang ate ten more fritters in a row, poured three cups of soy milk, and then mixed a round belly, wiped his mouth after eating, and 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.

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, followed by Kang Tong. I followed. 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 person who fell to the ground, and looked at it, it was one of the three 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 practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he still knows a little about the basic signs of human life. Before long, the little grandson who was beckoned by him to call Lao Yaozi dragged Lao Yaozi to arrive. The old medicine man pulled at the Zhiqing Well a few times, took out a silver needle with wine poured on it, and stabbed it at an unknown xué on his head. The young man coughed and woke up. Lao Yaozi got up to report the cause, and sure enough, it was as Xue Xiang had expected, but Lao Yaozi's statement was more specific and he fainted from hunger.

Xue Xiang frowned again and again when he heard this, although the grain output at this time was still extremely low, but the high-level had not tossed the farmers in the past few years. It's not five ** years, saying 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 can be angry with righteousness, 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 went round and round the threshing floor. Coincidentally, the little guy carried a bag of fritters to the established "pile" location and distributed it 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. Seeing the golden dripping fritters, the hunger in his belly was already burning: goodbye to the dolls eating that sweet look, he couldn't stand it at all, and fell to the ground, and when he lost consciousness, he still had the word "fritters" in his mind.

How can Zheng Tong say such a messy matter, but a female intellectual, named Jiang Biyun, said the reason. When Xue Xiang heard this, he was really hungry, these educated youths actually drank gruel for a month, and they had 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 apart, a distance of one hundred and ten meters. 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 three male intellectuals, so the simple stove is in the male intellectual'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 forward, and a group of people who were watching the excitement also followed, Xue Xiang scolded Li Yongjun in the crowd: "Captain Li, Lao Tzu asked you, the team gives each educated youth thirty-one catties of rations every month, why are people still starving like this?" Li Yongjun was named, while sighing secretly, he knew that he wouldn't go forward, and complained that Xue Xiang asked strangely, the educated youth were hungry, how did he know, Xu is the educated youth did not know thrift, and ate up the food in advance. Li Yongjun thought like this in his heart, but he didn't dare to say this: "Captain, it's not the end of the month yet, and the food will be available 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, Lao Tzu 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 live this kind of life, and the evil fire in his heart could not be suppressed.

Li Yongjun was depressed after eating, but his mind spun away, thinking about the reason. Xue Xiang is indeed to blame 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... I don'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 the blood, give a monthly pass no, woo, and stay up late.!.

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