Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s

Chapter 38: Taking advantage of every opportunity

As soon as An Zhiqiu left the door, Nie Yichang grabbed his neck and walked towards the warehouse as if the two brothers were in good company.

“My sister has prepared too many rice dumplings, right? After working for a while, you have to go to the cafeteria for breakfast. Why don’t you let your brothers share the sweet burden for you?” Nie Yichang was very annoyed.

"She's my sister. She's ugly, short, and poor. She can't compare to your young master from the south." An Zhiqiu clapped his hand angrily, but unfortunately the other party was too thick-skinned and rough-handed to resist the beating and did not move away.

"Oh, when did that happen? We weren't familiar with each other back then. The girl's attitude was so intimidating. I really thought Lei Zi was going to become blind. You also know that when I get impatient, I won't stop talking. ”

Hang Xianglei coughed uncomfortably and said to one side: "It was my fault for not thinking carefully at the time. I wanted to resolve the matter privately, but it was self-defeating. I will correct my attitude in the future, and you two brothers and sisters will also give us a chance to correct our mistakes."

"Yes, the ancients said that knowing one's mistakes can greatly improve things. We men also say that we don't know each other until we fight." Nie Yichang chuckled: "We are both blind, and our girl is very beautiful. There is no one in the city who can compare with her. If I met her on the street, I would think that my girl is a star on TV."

"Haha, you are just praising my sister as a fairy, and you don't have any share in this," An Zhiqiu smiled and said when he saw two tall and strong men walking across from him, he pulled off half of the bamboo tube and placed it on Nie Yichang's heart. He threw it in his eyes.

“Brother Hongsheng, Brother Hongli, did you come so early and didn’t eat? Eat some rice dumplings to cushion your meal. Yesterday, I thanked you for being fair to us brother and sister.”

"Well, so what if I'm being fair? This old guy Cui Chengjun is becoming more and more shameless, openly taking credit for Xiaoan's educated youth. You guys are afraid of being jealous and retaliated by him, so you don't dare to stand up for you too much. You, you too Don't blame them.

 Everyone is selfish, and if there is a conflict with their own interests, they dare not take care of it.

　　It’s just that my father initiated this matter, but it ended up like this. He was so angry that he didn't eat last night and smoked cigarettes in the yard most of the night. He said he was too embarrassed to see you brothers and sisters. "The slightly older one is Fang Hongsheng, Niu Wang's father. He whispered to An Zhiqiu with an angry look on his face.

"An Zhiqing, my father said that he must take care of this matter, otherwise if Cui Chengjun continues to mess with it, the village will be as chaotic as the outside." Fang Hongli also clenched his fists to express his stance on his father's behalf.

"Uncle the village chief is not to blame for this," An Zhiqiu shook his head and said with some gratitude, "Uncle the village chief is in charge of our work, work points and food distribution, while Secretary Cui is in charge of personnel and spiritual development, and goes around the commune. Frequently. No one thought that he would dare to take credit when everyone in the village knew about it. "

It can only be said that Cui Chengjun regards himself as the local emperor of the village and is not afraid of others suing him.

"My sister also said that the village chief asked her to write the booklet because she sincerely worked for everyone. None of us expected to get any credit for this, but it became a ladder for others to rise higher and higher. It is busy in spring now, and the village chief Uncle, just leave it alone. If we, brother and sister, make a fuss too much, we will have to trouble the village chief uncle to intervene. "

“That’s right. My family doesn’t have any foundation, so we can still protect the two of us.”

After receiving the tools, a group of people walked together to the fields they were responsible for.

The wind in March still carries the chill of late winter, causing an embarrassing layer of chapped color on people's faces. After An Zhixia washed up, she didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, and protected her skin layer by layer in the kitchen.

And with a watch like the one in the supermarket, she can always arrive at the cafeteria ten minutes before starting work.

"Zhixia, here," Fang Hongye waved to her as soon as she entered the door.

An Zhixia came forward with a smile and cut cabbage, radish, and mushrooms with her. In the morning, they would drink minced cabbage and shredded pork, and eat cornmeal pancakes with pickles.

People in the village, even Fang Hongye, who is pampered by her family, is very smart and quick at work. Who hasn’t started exercising by cutting pig food?

An Zhixia is no less generous. Her best friend is a food anchor, and she is often pulled to increase traffic, so naturally she is also half an expert. Furthermore, if celebrities want to maintain a high level of popularity, they have to occasionally go to variety shows to build their presence. Lifestyle variety shows are easier to attract fans and have more viewers, but she has always pursued perfection. She started practicing her knife skills three months before recording the show, starting with chopping potatoes.

 Later on, her interest arose, and she was able to turn radishes into various beautiful flowers.

 Behind her global stardom are countless efforts and craziness. After all, if she can't make a name for herself, she will go home and inherit the mine.

“Zhixia, your bamboo tube rice dumplings are really delicious,” Fang Hongye said, but his eyes didn’t dare to wander, and he lowered his head and cut the vegetables.

  Nani?

An Zhixia looked sideways at her in disbelief and asked cautiously: "Sister Hongye, you got up so early and went for a walk in the fields?"

"No, the children at home got up early, went to play in the fields and came back with rice dumplings. They said yes, they were given by An Zhiqing. This was the first time I ate bacon-flavored rice dumplings, and they tasted quite delicious. My mother He said that while we are waiting for the Dragon Boat Festival, we will also cut the meat and make these rice dumplings to satisfy everyone’s cravings.”

That’s what she said, but there was an obvious pink color on her fair face.

An Zhixia was chopping carrots, the storyteller was really good, he really used every opportunity to bring the two of them together. She was very conflicted in her heart. In fact, Fang Hongye was not bad either. She was pretty, had her favorite pear dimple, and had a cheerful and lovable personality. For now, the Fang family treats people well and is not the standard in farming literature.

 The domestic situation will be very good in the future, and the household registration issue is not unsolvable.

 Fang Hongye and An Zhiqiu are together. The only thing that makes people feel that they are not matched and causes all kinds of conflicts is their diplomas. Fang Hongye only went to the third grade of elementary school. If the level of education is not high, people's horizons will not be broad, and their knowledge will not be sublimated. Even if two people are attracted by hormones at the beginning, they will eventually find out that they are not suitable for each other in the daily necessities of life.

What's more, An Zhiqiu has been holding back his energy with An's father and Kang Xiaohua, trying to live a decent life to make them regret their mistakes. Furthermore, the misery of the original owner in the previous life could easily make An Zhiqiu inspired to take the wrong path and become a heartless person.

"Sister Hongye, the village chief uncle and aunt love you very much, why didn't they help you finish elementary school?" An Zhixia wandered for a long time and couldn't help but ask.

Fang Hongye accidentally cut his hand with a knife and blood flowed out.

An Zhixia quickly applied pressure to stop the bleeding, and Niu Wang also followed his mother's instructions and went home to get purple liquid and clean cotton cloth.

Fang Hongye's face was pale and silent the whole time. She looked at her bandaged fingers. When the crowd dispersed, she whispered to An Zhixia quietly: "It's not that my father and mother didn't provide for me, it's that I was used as a thief." , can’t read anymore.”

 (End of this chapter)