The outer clothes were quickly removed, leaving only a thin vest hanging loosely on the body.

Wei Dingbang grabbed the hem of his vest and was about to lift it up.

Lu Manyue suddenly frowned and cried out, "It hurts."

Wei Dingbang paused, leaned over and asked her in a hoarse voice: "Does it hurt? Where does it hurt?"

Lu Manyue didn't answer, but just kept closing her eyes and crying in pain, tears starting to flow as she cried.

Wei Dingbang thought she was in so much pain that she cried even in her sleep, and the heat in his heart suddenly cooled down.

"Is your waist not healed yet?" Wei Dingbang lay down slowly, his hands no longer pressing on Lu Manyue, but placed properly on his abdomen.

The hot breath sprayed on the back of Lu Manyue's head. Lu Manyue gritted her teeth and slowly held back her tears.

It took Wei Dingbang a long time to catch his breath.

He stood up, lifted the curtain, sat on the edge of the bed silently for a while, then stood up, opened the door and went out.

Lu Dashan saw a person standing in the hall. He took a quick look and found that it was Wei Dingbang whom he had not seen for several days. He was a little surprised and asked quickly: "When did you come back? How did you get out of there?"

"I came back when you were asleep." Wei Dingbang turned his face to the side. He was standing sideways facing the door, and Lu Dashan could only see the good half of his face. With this side of his face, his other eye wrapped in gauze was exposed.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Lu Dashan's eyes were full of worry.

"It's okay. I was hit by the rake spikes of the thresher." Wei Dingbang pondered for a moment, frowned and said to Lu Dashan: "Dad, there is something that I feel is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I have seen the thresher with the broken nails. It was purchased by the brigade this year. The manufacturer is Hongxing Steel Plant. The nails broke when the machine was tested before.

While in the hospital, I heard that many farmers had been injured by machines recently, and I was worried that this batch of threshers had serious quality defects.

The factory is checking the quality of parts produced in the last three months. I feel that the finished products should also be checked." Wei Dingbang said seriously.

"Then I have to talk to Old Zhu about this matter and ask him to inform the factory.

This man is a famous man. The Hongxing brand is famous for its quality, so it cannot be taken lightly." Lu Dashan looked solemn.

"Is your eye okay?"

"The doctor said it's okay and I should be well after a few more days in the hospital." Wei Dingbang lied with one eye open.

"Why don't you stay in the hospital? Why did you come back here? Go back quickly." Lu Dashan said.

Wei Dingbang glanced at Li Fen and found that she looked haggard, with dull eyes. She seemed to have suffered a blow and was in low spirits, lying there like a salted fish.

After knowing that she couldn't cause any trouble, Wei Dingbang walked around the house, poked the stove and cooked a pot full of sweet potato porridge. He first served a bowl to Lu Dashan, then made a bowl for himself. He ate the whole bowl in a hurry, then found an aluminum lunch box, filled it with food, and said he would take it to the hospital.

The food in the hospital is too spicy, and the doctor told me to avoid it.

Lu Dashan sighed and said, "If everyone is well, Man Yue can send it to you every day. You have to be careful in the hospital alone, take good care of yourself, get well soon and come back soon."

"I know. When Man Yue wakes up, tell her that I'm fine. Tell her not to go to the hospital all the time." After Wei Dingbang finished speaking, he walked into the room, rolled up the clothes that Lu Manyue had worn that he had taken off earlier, stuffed them into his trouser pocket, picked up the lunch box and left.

Hearing the sound of the door closing outside, Lu Manyue slowly opened her eyes.

She was a little confused about Wei Dingbang.

In the dream, he was clearly a good man, but now, he and Zhou Ruhua were acting like a couple in the hospital, and when he returned home, he acted as if nothing had happened and even touched her body.

After coming back, he took the initiative to clean up the house inside and out, looking like a really good son-in-law.

But if you think about it carefully, maybe I feel guilty, and doing some work can alleviate the guilt?

He clearly sent someone to tell her to wait, and she thought he would mention divorce as soon as he came back.

But he never mentioned it. Was he waiting for her to bring it up?

He told her not to go to the hospital all the time.

Is he afraid that she will see him and Zhou Ruhua being so affectionate and then they will have a big fight and it will be embarrassing for everyone?

She wanted to make a scene, and she did it yesterday.

He knew clearly that she had pestered him into getting the marriage, and that he couldn't stand up straight. Even though she was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood, she held it in and came back to cry.

How dare she go and make trouble with his sweetheart?

Lu Dashan heard a noise in the next room and knew that Lu Manyue had woken up. He immediately said happily, "Manyue, you're awake? It's just right. Wei Dingbang just cooked a pot of porridge. I tasted it. It's cooked just right, soft and mushy. Go and get yourself a bowl and try it."

Lu Manyue didn't want to eat the porridge cooked by Wei Dingbang, but food was so precious that it would be shameful to waste it.

She silently poured herself a bowl and drank it in small sips while sitting on a bench.

Lu Dashan looked at her with burning eyes and asked expectantly, "Is it cooked well?"

Lu Manyue gave Lu Dashan a fake smile and said without tasting the food, "Yes, it tastes good."

"If it tastes good, drink more. After you finish the porridge, go out to find Uncle Zhu and tell him about the thresher. By the way, ask him if there is any hope for Wei Dingbang's job in the boiler room." Lu Dashan said.

Lu Manyue hummed, but felt a little disapproving in her heart.

Wei Dingbang will no longer stay in the steel plant as a temporary worker.

It's useless to ask.

When I went to Zhu Yan's house, their door was open and I could hear Wang Qiuping's cursing voice from inside.

Several neighbors were leaning against the windows and listening to the noise.

When Lu Manyue walked over, they hurriedly pretended to wipe the table.

"Drink, drink, drink. One day you'll drink yourself to death! Look at the house you built. You vomit everywhere. The whole house stinks!

I don't know how long it will take to clean it up." Wang Qiuping held a brush in his hand and waved it again and again, as if he really wanted to hit Zhu Laoyao but was reluctant to do so, so he just swung it back and forth and cursed.

The youngest Zhu looked like he was still hungover, his mouth reeking of alcohol, and he sat on a small bench with his head hunched.

The bench was too small, only one-third the size of a buttock. An adult man had to be very careful to sit firmly on it.

Zhu Laola tried hard to maintain his figure, but he was still a little shaky.

He looked up at Wang Qiuping and giggled, calling out, "Qiuping, Qiuping, hey, Qiuping, it's my Qiuping."

"Scream, scream, scream, scream! If you dare to scream again, I will really beat you!" Wang Qiuping swung the brush handle viciously.

Zhu Laoyao laughed and said, "Qiuping is the best. My Qiuping loves me the most and won't hit me, right?"