Chapter 7: Thunder Mancang

Hua Junyao listened to the sound of the father and son talking in Dongli, and most of the things they talked about were things on the team and in the fields. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Nian Juying and He Xiu'e take care of their two younger children.

A simple dinner, just eaten quietly.

As soon as he put down the dishes and chopsticks, a young man ran in and said, "Uncle, Aunt Xiu'e, Aunt Yaoyao." As he spoke, he handed a paper bag in his hand to Nian Juying, and said in a low voice, "This is the medicine and oxytetracycline that my father gave to Aunt Yaoyao, and I don't need to give the money for the medicine." ā€

"How can that work, this medicine is all in the account books of the brigade, is it difficult for your father to stick it! Wait for your aunt and give you money. Nian Juying smiled and took out a handkerchief from her trouser pocket, which was wrapped in a rolled up ticket, took out two cents from it and handed it to him, before taking the small white medicine bag, which contained two days' worth of medicine.

"It's the Commune coming." Hua Laoshi heard the movement and said in the east.

Hua Commune opened half of the curtain and walked in and said respectfully, "Uncle, it's the commune who is here, and my father asked me to invite you over." ā€

The second son of the cousin of the Hua Commune who built the country. You can tell what year you were born just by listening to the name, which is very characteristic of the times.

"Got it, I'll go." Hua Laoshi put on a straw nest and walked out of the east room.

"Uncle, don't worry, you can go back when you are warm, it's snowing heavily outside, it's quite cold." Hua Commune said and said, "I'll go home and report first." ā€

"Walk slowly, be careful of slippery roads." Nian Juying shouted with concern behind the Hua Commune.

"Got it." Hua Commune said, the sound of clattering under his feet disappeared from near and far.

"Daddy, put on your coat." Hua Henian ran out with his half-worn military coat in his arms.

"What does a big man look like?" Seeing this, Hua Laoshi immediately said.

"I'll come, I'll come." Nian Juying hurriedly took the military coat in Hua Henian's hand and propped it up, "Dad, wear it!" ā€

Hua Laoshi put on a military coat and fastened the buttons, and Nian Juying handed him the dogskin hat again, "I'll go too." ā€

"What are you going to do? What is the matter with the man's family and the woman's mixing. Hua honestly looked at Nian Juying and said.

"They talk about Yaoyao, why can't I, a mother, listen to it." Nian Juying said with a stiff neck.

"Stay at home honestly." Hua Laoshi's eyes widened, Nian Juying's arrogance disappeared all of a sudden, and she said cautiously, "Don't let her spoil our family Yaoyao." ā€

"Do you practice yourself, are you still afraid of others gossiping?" Hua Laoshi looked at Hua Junyao with an honest gaze, and said with a look of hatred that iron is not made of steel, "In the future, there will be many ugly words in the village?" You can't even shut people's mouths. ā€

"Yes, I know, we can't stop what other people say, but our own relatives are not so bad." Nian Juying muttered weakly.

Hua Junyao glanced at Hua Laoshi in anger, and pulled Nian Juying into her own Xili room.

"You go with your father!" He Xiu'e pushed Hua Henian and said, "Holding the horse lantern, it's dark." ā€

"Got it!" Hua Henian immediately went back to the house, dressed neatly, and chased him out with a horse lantern.

"Chengjin will take your two younger brothers to play on the kang in our house, and Mom will clean up the dishes and chopsticks." He Xiu'e looked at the three children and said.

"Yes, Mom." Hua Chengjin obediently brought his two younger brothers into his room.

He Xiu'e was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and she heard a male voice outside the door, "Sister-in-law, is Yaoyao there?" ā€

Hua Junyao, who was sitting on her kang, knew who it was as soon as she heard the voice, Lei Mancang, the childhood sweetheart, the village prince, his father was the captain of the production team, equivalent to the village party secretary.

Hua Junyao looked at Nian Juying and shook her head, quickly climbed onto the kang, took out a pen and paper from it, and wrote two words through the back of the paper: "No!" Pulling Nian Juying's arm and shaking, with a pleading face, she said helplessly, "I know, I'll send him away now." ā€

Nian Juying came out of her room and stood at the door of the hall, He Xiu'e saw her come out and immediately said, "Mom, Mancang is here." ā€

Lei Mancang asked anxiously, "Auntie, Yaoyao, how is it?" I'm not at home today, I've just come back, and I'm here when I hear about it, can I see her? Why is she so stupid? ā€

"Thank you for your concern, my Yaoyao is fine, and now she sleeps." Nian Juying looked at him and said against his will.

Lei Mancang looked at the light that had just been turned off in Hua Junyao's room with a lost face, and said cowardly, "Then I'll go first, and I'll come back tomorrow." ā€

"It's dark and slippery, be careful." Nian Juying sent him out of the gate before turning back.

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The virgin *female* membrane is a cinnabar mole in the heart of a man, and I believe that both women and men will have no objection to this description. Even forty years later, this idea is still so deeply rooted.

Not to mention the current era, the era of conservatism, horror, and the prohibition of all sexual topics.

There is an old saying that when the cave room spends candle night, and the gold list is inscribed, these are the two most exciting moments in life.

A couple of newlyweds are happy to enter the cave room, the bride is waiting to be released, the groom is impatient, if the bride is no longer a virgin when the bride is found to be a virgin, the groom must be angry, and the bride must be ashamed and embarrassed.

Seeing people without face is a true portrayal of Hua Junyao back then, with the passage of time, I have long stopped paying attention to Lei Mancang, but I just don't want to meet.

Hua Junyao laughed at herself, she could only say that Lei Mancang's love was not deep enough, she couldn't love the house and Wu, it was deep enough to contain everything.

In fact, why she didn't become popular on her wedding night, she consulted a lot of information after arriving on Hong Kong Island, and carefully recalled her experience when she was young.

Only then did I remember that it was because of strenuous exercise, and she mischievously learned to ride the jujube red horse of the production team at the age of sixteen, and she was particularly obsessed with it during that time. It's just that there was no point at that time, just to give yourself peace of mind.

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Nian Juying sent Lei Mancang away and turned around and entered Hua Junyao's room, turned on the light, and the faint yellow light poured down, illuminating the room.

Hua Junyao supported her cheeks with one hand, staring at Nian Juying, sure enough, there were beauties in the south of the Yangtze River, and people who were almost fifty were still slender.

Of course, there are reasons for not being able to eat enough, and in the era of lack of food and clothing, it is not easy to eat enough.

Hua Junyao looked at her, she couldn't get enough of it, she was wearing old-fashioned, old-fashioned slanted clothes, but she felt so kind. The nose is sour, the dew comes to the frost, and the years migrate. The corners of her eyes were piled up with crow's feet, and her sideburns were interspersed with silver threads. The years have carved marks on her mother's body, but she is still so beautiful, with a slap face, small and delicate facial features, and delicate eyebrows. What is left behind is more open-mindedness, humility, seriousness, and enthusiasm for life.

Nian Juying took off her shoes and went to the kang, sat cross-legged, put her hands on the kang table, raised her eyes and looked at her distressedly, and sighed again, "Actually, my mother has always been interested in this child in Mancang, I have watched it grow up since I was a child, I know the roots, I am honest, diligent, and I am not squeamish. Not only is your education the same, but at the same time, you are a person who can live. It's not like Xiucai who can't pick up his shoulders and can't lift his hands. Marry a man, marry a man, dress and eat. Women don't just want this for the rest of their lives, they don't have to worry about food and clothing, and their days are peaceful. The most important thing is that he sparsely seldoms you. He sighed heavily, "Now this is the case, alas! Even if you get married, you are inferior to others, and there is no good life after marriage. ā€