Dressed As a Female Cannon Fodder In the 1960s

After sending Aunt Wu and the others away, Li Chunmei held Lin Qing back to the house with a sullen face. Once inside, Li Chunmei changed her face, threw Lin Qing aside, and pointed at Lin Qing's nose and cursed.

Lin Qing closed his eyes, and didn't take Li Chunmei's vixen's scolding to heart at all.

Anyway, she didn't have to work now, and Li Chunmei felt unhappy, and asked her to scold her to vent her fire without losing a piece of meat.

"Go back to your shed, an eyesore."

Li Chunmei cursed. Seeing Lin Qing's half-dead and sickly appearance, she didn't get angry, so she carried Fengji to the back mountain. If she didn't pick up firewood, she couldn't cook today.

Lin Qing looked at Li Chunmei's scolding back, curled her lips, stretched her waist, and staggered towards the shed.

When he walked into the shed, he smelled the air that smelled like rancid and musty, and Lin Qing almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

How can people live in such a place? Even if I live here, I'm afraid I'll get sick, right?

Lin Qing's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

She took a deep sigh and took her broom, cleaned the shed, and looked at the wooden bed in the center of the shed. Lin Qing could imagine the scene where the old man Wu and the original owner were sleeping on the wooden bed at one end and the other at the end. .

Really poor.

Lin Qing went out and found a useless curtain in Li Chunmei's room. He nailed a nail in the center of the bed to separate it and divide it into two beds, which was more convenient for sleeping. Although Old Man Wu was already old, after all It's still a man, Lin Qing is fifteen years old, how can he avoid suspicion.

"Xiao Linzi, is your meal ready?"

Wu Er's voice sounded from across the yard, Lin Qing was lying on the hard wooden bed, his lips twitched.

A group of big guys, they know to call her when they have no food.

"Xiao Linzi, you are quite leisurely, and you haven't gotten up to cook yet."

Wu Er put down his schoolbag, walked to the shed built in the courtyard, pushed open the crumbling wooden door, walked in, saw Lin Qing lying on the wooden bed, and couldn't help kicking Lin Qing.

Lin Qing lifted his eyelids, glanced at Wu Er, shook his lips and said weakly: "Second brother, my chest hurts, take it easy, it's not good if you vomit blood."

"Did you lie to me? Didn't you leave the hospital?" Wu Er was so young after all, so he didn't kick Lin Qing after hearing what Lin Qing said.

Lin Qing raised his thin hand and sighed while supporting his forehead: "The doctor said that my illness has come for years and months. If I go on like this, I will go straight to the King of Hell. Second brother, if you're really hungry, I'll get up and give it to you. Go and cook."

Lin Qing said, and staggered to get up.

"It's just that I heard people say that this person who died of exhaustion will turn into a ghost and haunt his family. This is home love."

Lin Qing rambled and added another sentence.

Wu Er looked quite sturdy, but he was actually a coward. Hearing the word resentment, his face turned pale with fright.

In the countryside, most of them are superstitious about ghosts and gods, and they are most afraid of dirty things.

He looked at Lin Qing's sallow face, thinking about how tired Lin Qing was at Wu's house like a spinning top. If Lin Qing really died, wouldn't he haunt them?

"Forget it, you can't cook because of your ill appearance. I'll go to my mother." Wu Er didn't want to show weakness in front of Lin Qing, so he stuck his neck and looked at Lin Qing with disgust.

When Lin heard Wu Er's words, the corner of his mouth tickled.

"Mom went to the back mountain to pick up firewood, Wu Er, I'm a little thirsty, can you bring me some water?"

Wu Er was originally unhappy, but was afraid that Lin Qing would really vomit blood.

He went to the house and brought a glass of water to Lin Qing and handed it to Lin Qing. When Lin Qing finished drinking and was about to leave, Lin Qing grabbed Wu Er's hand and said meaningfully, "Second brother, are you right? Don't want to read?"

Lin Qing has long analyzed the characters in this book, and said that Wu Er, in the book, is a master who does not like to read.

But due to Li Chunmei's sake, she could only bite the bullet and read.

Wu Da also ran away after reading for a few days. Li Chunmei chased him for several streets before giving up Wu Da and focused on Wu Er and Wu Ya.

Wu Er didn't dare to fight against Li Chunmei, obviously he couldn't read it, and he insisted on going to school every day.

"So what? What do you want to tell Mom?" Wu Er pushed Lin Qing's hand away and asked with a wary expression.

"What can I say to my mother? I feel sorry for you. You are my younger brother. We are all relatives. Seeing that you obviously don't like reading and you have to grit your teeth, my sister is distressed."

Lin Qing pointed to his heart and sighed.

Wu Er's face was a little moved. He didn't want to read, and he didn't like to read. He slept in class, and he didn't dare to tell Li Chunmei. Now that Lin Qing mentioned it, Wu Er had a feeling of finding a bosom friend.

Lin Qing looked at Wu Er's expression of hesitating words, and continued: "But this is your own business, and my sister can't help you. In fact, my sister has a way to get you out of the sea of ​​misery, but I'm afraid you won't be happy. , Forget it, as the old saying goes, soldiers who don’t want to be generals are not good soldiers, they all go to be generals, who will be soldiers.”

"Reading is the same. It is said that knowledge changes fate, and everyone goes to study. Who becomes a farmer and a businessman? Three hundred and sixty lines must be the champion, don't you think?"

Lin Qing's words made Wu Er seem to have found the backbone.

He squatted beside Lin Qing, looked at Lin Qing, and almost didn't cry.

"Sister, you talked about my heart. I always felt that I didn't have to study to make money. I wanted to go out to make money, but my mother forced me to study."

Lin Qing looked at Wu Er's innocent and deceitful appearance, and said with pity: "Sister understands that Mom also hopes that you can have a good future and become an intellectual, not an illiterate who can't read one big character."

"What's wrong with being illiterate? Chen Hu at the head of the village, he hasn't been studying for a few days. Look at him now. He is a popular drinker, and he even opened a factory in the town. Uncle Wang from the neighboring village is very knowledgeable and knowledgeable. How is it? You look at how desolate he is now, he doesn't even have money to eat, and he is not as illiterate as he is."

Wu Er said the truth, Lin Qing looked at Wu Er's indignant look, and agreed: "You are right, you are literate, you may not be able to make money, it is more realistic to do what you like to do."

"Sister, you just said that there is a way to help me, but is it true?"

After hearing what Lin Qing said, Wu Er directly planned Lin Qing to his own camp, looked at Lin Qing and said.

Lin Qing lifted his forehead and said, "I'm a little weak right now, so I can't say so much. I'm so hungry."

Lin Qing deliberately touched his stomach and sighed.

Wu Er looked at Lin Qing's bony appearance, and immediately got up and said, "I know Mom bought a few white-flour buns yesterday, and I'll get them for you."

White bread.

Lin Qing couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

In her previous life, she was not willing to eat steamed buns, but she came here for a few days and ate sweet potatoes every day. Now, when she saw sweet potatoes, she really wanted to vomit, and when she heard the steamed buns that she hated, she felt eager.