Chen Shanhe nodded, "My mother really likes you very much." ”

Jiang Shiyue smelled the smell of meat coming from the pot and swallowed her saliva. Nod unconsciously.

Chen Shanhe smiled, his eyes with a hint of pampering that he didn't even notice.

Yang Yang sat cross-legged and read a book, and shook his head with a sigh like a little adult.

The book in his hand was changed from Chinese medicinal materials to "The Art of War".

Chen Shanhe took the pu fan and handed it to Yangyang, "Here you go. Mom fanned the wind. ”

Yangyang's first reaction was to go to see Jiang Shiyue first, and Jiang Shiyue had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Doctors have said that sweating can easily cause wound infection.

Yang Yang took Chen Shanhe's pu fan, went to Jiang Shiyue's side, and held the fan handle with both hands to fan Jiang Shiyue.

Chen Shanhe himself was not idle, he turned out the solar lanterns he had made in the disaster area and reassembled them, climbed on the roof and erected a pole, placed the wind turbine and solar panels, and then ran the wires down and connected the batteries.

Chen Shanhe entered the house with an LED light board and asked Jiang Shiyue: "Where do you want to press the light?" ”

Jiang Shiyue waved her hand, "Don't press the light." Village...... The production team has no lights, so if we have this light, I am afraid that it will cause onlookers. Besides, such a bright light not only attracts people but also mosquitoes! ”

Chen Shanhe said "um" in agreement and put the LED light in the corner.

Jiang Shiyue noticed that Chen Shanhe's undershirt was soaked, patted the position next to him, and motioned for him to sit down.

Chen Shanhe hesitated and stood in place, "I'm dirty." ”

He climbed up and down and got a lot of dust.

Kang sheets are different from bed sheets, they are too big, and they are particularly troublesome to wash.

Jiang Shiyue's eyes also fell on the outrageously large kang list, but she was not reluctant, and asked Chen Shanhe with her cheeks: "Will you be an electric fan?" ”

Chen Shanhe: "......"

"You want? I'll go to the commune and buy you one. ”

"Do you have any money?" Jiang Shiyue asked with a smile, "Or do you have a ticket?" ”

Chen Shanhe: "......"

There is money but no tickets.

He raised his hand and rubbed his index finger against the tip of his nose.

Jiang Shiyue smiled and said, "So, I still have to make one." The best thing to do in the fan is a ceiling fan, a motor with three leaves. ”

Chen Shanhe's gaze fell on the sack in the corner, "No wonder you are looking for a motor." However, the motor used for the ceiling fan is much larger than the one you want. ”

Everything was packed by Chen Shanhe, and he had seen everything inside.

There is such a thing as a motor, and he can't help but know the commander of a repair battalion.

I don't know where the small motor found by Lu Zheng was disassembled, it was about the same size as a walnut, how could it drive such a heavy iron fan wing.

"Yes, I asked him to find it abroad. I don't know how much electricity a solar panel can generate, how embarrassing it is to get a big motor fan overnight? With a small motor, the fan blade is also small, and the material is not limited to iron sheets, which can be replaced with thin plastic or cardboard. ”

"Can that be cool?"

"If our family of three uses it on the kang, it should be possible. And the small motor is very power-saving, you can do two, and you can press one for your parents. Your dad has inconvenient legs and feet, and is prone to bedsores in summer. ”

Chen Shanhe didn't speak again, thought for a while, got up and went out.

Jiang Shiyue knew that he must be looking for materials, and he was idle to teach Yangyang English.

The English score of the college entrance examination in '78 is converted proportionally, which is a bit like an additional question.

But after that, the proportion will get higher and higher, until it becomes one of the three main subjects.

**

In the production team, everyone eats dinner relatively early.

It is often before the mosquitoes are catched, so that it can be cooler to eat dinner in the yard.

Chen Shanlin moved a knee-high small square table and placed it in the courtyard.

Chen Shanhe carried Jiang Shiyue to the table and wanted to put her on the bench.

He had just bent down to let go when the bench was suddenly pulled away.

If it weren't for Chen Shanhe's arm strength and waist strength, both of them would have to fall to the ground.

Both of them moved their eyes to the culprit at the same time.

A young man in his twenties, who looks like Chen Shanhe Lin, has just come back from work, with a towel around his neck and mud on his hands, sitting on the bench where Jiang Shiyue was originally going to sit and looking at the pot on the side, snorting, "It's so fragrant!" Dad, what day is today, why are you willing to stew chicken? I'm not afraid that my mother will come back and tickle you! Or my uncle has a big face. ”

"Chen Jiadong!" Chen Shanlin was furious, "What are you doing?" ”

"So you still know that I am your uncle." Chen Shanhe spoke at the same time, his voice a little cold.

Chen Jiadong's first sight was Chen Shanhe.

Jiang Shiyue raised her eyebrows, Chen Jiadong is not afraid of his father, but afraid of this uncommon uncle?

Chen Jiadong shrank down, then straightened his neck and looked left and right, "Where is my mother?" ”

Jiang Shiyue is happy, no wonder he has no fear.

She smiled and said, "Don't look at it, your mother was sold by me." ”

Chen Jiadong: "......"

Chen Shanlin: "......"

Look at Chen Shanhe.

Chen Shanhe: "......"

The gaze does not agree.

Chen Jiadong frowned and asked Jiang Shiyue: "You are the vixen who fascinated my uncle and didn't pay home?" ”

"Chen Jiadong! Did you politely feed the dogs? Chen Shanlin reprimanded angrily.

Chen Shanhe didn't speak, put Jiang Shiyue on the bench, walked directly to Chen Jiadong, and lifted his back collar up.

"Uncle, what are you doing? My mother! Mother, my uncle beat me! ”

Chen Shanlin sighed and nodded apologetically to Jiang Shiyue, "Brother and sister, I'm sorry." It's me who didn't take care of my son and made you laugh. ”

"It's fine." Jiang Shiyue understands very well.

Zhao Caifeng walked arrogantly and sideways in the Chen family, shouting and drinking to his man all day long.

A father with no family status who has no right to control his son also has no right to speak.

"But......" Jiang Shiyue changed her words, "Big brother, in this family, maybe everyone is tolerated by Chen Jiadong again and again because of the affection of blood relationship. But the road is uneven, someone is stepping on it, who will get used to him when he goes out of this door? If you can't manage it well, someone will take care of it for you sooner or later. Maybe it's the stream you can't afford to mess with. Gangsters, maybe law enforcement, maybe ......"

Jiang Shiyue turned her thumb and pointed at herself, "It's me." ”

Chen Shanlin was stunned.

When Chen Jiadong heard Jiang Shiyue's words, he was immediately annoyed, "What kind of thing are you?" Still want to mind me? You ......"

Jiang Shiyue raised her hand and slapped her, then covered her heart and her face turned white, complaining, "Your mother and son are so thick-skinned, they have pulled my wounds!" ”

"You dare to hit me?" Chen Jiadong covered his face and was about to lift the table.

Chen Shanhe immediately took Chen Jiadong away from the table, looked at Jiang Shiyue with his eyes, and said in a disapproving tone: "You are still injured, don't do it indiscriminately." There I am! ”

Jiang Shiyue was very satisfied with Chen Shanhe's attitude, and the anger provoked by Chen Jiadong was a little dissipated.

Chen Shanlin was a little unhappy, he didn't know that Chen Jiadong was doted on by Zhao Caifeng, and he was really beaten.

It's just that Jiang Shiyue dared to beat her twenty-year-old nephew when she entered Chen's house for the first time, and her attitude was even more arrogant than Zhao Caifeng back then.

Can you pay it off like this?

Anyway, he still has a bottom line and principles, and this younger brother is so fascinated that Jiang Shiyue is whatever he says.

What did the two brothers do?

How could you marry such a shrew?!