Zhu Qinghan saw that Deng Zhilan was getting farther and farther away from the group of people. She was extremely anxious and chased after them without hesitation.
That was the water rat that he had worked so hard to catch, but it just fell into Deng Zhilan's hands? ?
She just couldn't get over this!
Suddenly, the voices of Li Zhenzhen and Sun Fangfang came from the riverside:
"Zhu Qinghan, where are you going again?"
"You have accumulated so many clothes and you don't wash them. Don't forget that you didn't pass the exam to join the propaganda team. Do you still expect us to wash your clothes?"
Upon hearing the sound, Zhu Qinghan suddenly stopped and thought to himself that something was wrong.
She turned around helplessly and looked at Li Zhenzhen and Sun Fangfang, only to see them standing by the river, washing a pile of clothes in their hands.
Among the dirty clothes were her own.
Zhu Qinghan felt a little uneasy. A few days ago, it was indeed Sun Fangfang and Li Zhenzhen who served her, but now, it was obvious that she couldn't get away.
Facing the gaze of the man, Zhu Qinghan had no choice but to stop and think about waiting until night before going to the Wei family to wait for a while!
So Zhu Qinghan forced herself to smile and went to the river.
"I'll wash it, I'll wash it. Thank you in advance."
So, I started washing clothes with Li Zhenzhen and Sun Fangfang.
…
Song Yitao carried a sack of water rats and walked to the roadside at the entrance of the village, then hid the sack behind a tree.
Then, he immediately ran home in a hurry.
It is better to do it sooner rather than later.
She planned to sell the bag of water rats tomorrow.
Luo Yisen had a shabby eight-bar bicycle. After Song Yitao returned home, she pushed the bicycle and ran out.
When Old Mrs. Luo rushed out of the house, she didn't even catch up with her shadow. She spat in her heart, cursed a few times, and went back to the house.
She rides her bicycle very fast.
Wei Yanzhen and Luo Yisen, who came from the village, also came out of the granary, carrying grain on their shoulders.
"Brother Wei, my family held a banquet earlier, and my mother went to your house to borrow two bags of grain. The grain will be distributed soon, so I will give you the two bags of grain I owe you first."
Wei Yanzhen did not refuse.
He carried two bags of grain and went home.
Seeing a man riding an eight-bar bicycle passing by, he turned around and asked Luo Yisen:
"That person...is your wife, right?"
Luo Yisen could only see that the man had a black turban on his head and was wearing a blue-gray cloth shirt.
"It seems so. It's strange. Where can Yi Tao go at this time?"
It’s getting late.
Wei Yanzhen didn't care where Song Yitao went.
After getting the confirmation that the person was Song Yitao, Wei Yanzhen withdrew his gaze.
"Captain Luo, do you want to catch up with him? Or are you busy with other things?"
"Anyway, I'm going home first."
Luo Yisen shook his head and said, "I'll go home too. When she comes back, I'll ask her again."
So, they walked into the alley together.
When Song Yitao arrived at the village entrance on his bicycle, he immediately tied a sack of water rats to the back seat of the bicycle.
She held the handlebars and rode the bicycle with one hand at a very fast speed, feeling very excited.
“La la la, la la la~”
"I am a small expert in selling newspapers~"
"While he was crying, he was shouting~"
"I'm going to get rich tonight~"
Humming a little tune, Song Yitao felt that her spring had arrived.
When we arrived at the commune, night had fallen.
In the dark, the lights are dim and there are many figures.
Song Yitao found a relatively secluded corner and carefully opened the sack, revealing the water rats inside.
The water rats huddled together in the sack, making bursts of squeaking sounds.
Soon, some people were attracted and looked at these water rats curiously.
Song Yitao quickly explained: "Uncle, I caught these water rats myself, they are very fresh."
The man asked doubtfully, "Where are you from? How many of these do you have?"
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