Chapter 64 Sixties Chronicle 24
In the health station, Jian Pingping took a small mirror and looked at herself again and again, occasionally smiling sweetly. She held her pigtail in her hand and looked at herself in the mirror from left to right. She didn't know what she was thinking of, but she couldn't help but lower her head shyly.
Doctor Liu was amazed.
This girl who is thinking about love always looks nervous and scary.
Unable to hold back, Doctor Liu joked, "Comrade Jian Pingping, you are dressed so beautifully. Is there any good news?" He asked purely out of curiosity.
I thought Jian Pingping wouldn't respond, but she glanced at Feng Wu in front of the medicine cabinet and said proudly, "Tonight, the comrades from the Logistics Department and the Discipline Department are having a social event, and I've been invited."
"Oh, really?" Liu Yingjie's gaze paused from Feng Wu for a moment, then returned to Jian Pingping's face. "Then hurry over and don't keep anyone waiting. There are no patients in the station right now, and we'll be off work soon."
Jian Pingping walked out of the health station with her head held high and her chest puffed out like a proud rooster. But after taking a few steps, she immediately hunched her shoulders and back, wishing she could curl up into a ball.
There's no way. It's freezing outside and the cold air won't harm anyone.
In the warehouse temporarily vacated by the logistics department, there was laughter and joy.
Feng Wu looked at the crowd making a fuss and kindly left a few bottles of white wine.
She had bought this wine from Brother Zhou when he was stockpiling supplies. Feng Wu had never tasted it, but she could still understand the 52-proof number.
Wish them a good night.
Feng Wu deliberately looked for Quan Yonghui in the crowd and narrowed his eyes. The bastard had been causing trouble for Gao Nanting recently. All the hard, tiring and dirty work had been stuffed into him. But this guy had been well taken care of by Feng Wu recently, and he worked quickly and well, so that the supervisors who wanted to find fault could not find an excuse to make trouble for him.
Feng Wu stared at Quan Yonghui for a while, and the previous unhappiness disappeared, and the corners of his mouth that had been drooping suddenly rose.
The lively social gathering lasted until late at night, and everyone left together with a sense of reluctance.
Jian Pingping was forced to drink a lot of white wine, and now she felt dizzy.
People in the north have been drinking since childhood and have a certain alcohol tolerance. They won't get too drunk after a few glasses of wine. Wu Jia had other ideas, and he had drunk a lot of white wine, so he was a little dizzy at this time.
Today's dinner was really good. I don't know who was so generous to get such a good wine. When someone brings out good things, everyone knows it's a secret. When someone brings them out to treat guests, do you have the nerve to ask where they bought them?
The wine was good and the atmosphere was great, so those who liked to drink drank quite a bit.
He held the girl he loved in his arms, and the girl was very drunk. She kept pushing herself into his arms, making his hot heart restless.
Wu Jia didn't care about his drunk friend, and hugged his beloved city girl and rushed to his dormitory.
Several disciplinary officers from the Discipline Department sent Quan Yonghui back to the dormitory.
"Brother Hui, are you okay? We're leaving first. We have to get up early for work tomorrow."
Quan Yonghui chuckled, and a strong smell of alcohol emanated from his mouth as he spoke, "Is this not possible? I'm quite capable, does Widow Yang from the headquarters know? Hehe..."
When the warden heard this, he ran away quickly. He had already sent the man home, so what could go wrong?
I was surprised to hear about Widow Yang's romantic affairs. I didn't expect Brother Hui to be so powerful and to take down Widow Yang in one move.
When the door was half opened, Quan Yonghui vaguely heard a creaking sound coming from next door.
Quan Yonghui, who is no longer a novice, naturally understands what this babbling sound means.
I sighed in my heart, that kid Wu Jia was really quick to act. He just... brought the man to the bed.
Quan Yonghui squinted his eyes and searched around for a while before he realized that he was standing at the door listening for any noise. The soft crying made his soul fly away.
The cellar doors are all fixed through the wall, so the sounds coming from the hole in the wall can be heard more clearly.
Quan Yonghui, who had no moral values to begin with, chuckled in his heart. After hearing such a big show, he was so angry that he couldn't stand it anymore. Coupled with the effect of alcohol, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell straight to the ground at the door.
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The noise from next door continued until the second half of the night. When the wind stopped and the rain stopped and everything returned to calm, Wu Jia drowsily hugged the person in the quilt and fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion.
The north wind outside was blowing hard and fast.
At the end of December, the outdoor temperature dropped to more than 30 degrees below zero. Feng Wu stood in front of the cellar in the leeward area and saw from afar a cellar on the men's dormitory side. The door was wide open and a drunk man was sleeping at the door.
"Tsk tsk, it's so cold, I'm afraid those legs will be frozen. However, it's good enough to be alive. Even if I lost my legs, I still have a capable father! It's no big deal to rely on my parents for support." Feng Wu sighed sincerely.
The system shrunken in space once again felt the host's sinister malice.
"Don't even mention the two legs. I think Hui's third leg is pretty badass too!"
Oh, yes, she almost forgot that pink dumpling has an even pinker name.
Feng Wu: "..." Well, this is true!
Things happened and ended perfectly. Feng Wu yawned, tears welling up in her eyes. It was already past two in the morning, so she should go back and take a shower and go to bed!
next day
Lying on the warm kang, Feng Wu was reluctant to get up. After a minute of resistance in the warm quilt, he finally got up. There was no other way. Everyone standing there was striving to be a labor activist.
During the night, I got up twice to add enough firewood to the kang to ensure that the kang was always warm.
After washing up, Feng Wu took the bowl and hurried to the staff canteen.
In the cafeteria kitchen, several chefs here are very familiar with Feng Wu.
Feng Wu often brought good things over and asked them to help. Initially, they were reluctant because they were worried that they would lose their jobs if the matter was leaked.
However, the other party's sugar-coated bullets were too tempting, and Feng Wu was very good at dealing with people. He would pay some money as a reward every time and would not take advantage of the cafeteria for nothing.
She would even generously share half of the good things she made so that her family could also enjoy some fine food.
In the past two years, famine has been rampant everywhere, and the daily food supply in the farm canteen has been decreasing, especially in the canteen for prisoners, where most of the food bought is moldy.
I heard from my colleagues in the cafeteria that many people had problems with their food.
Therefore, everyone tacitly chose to remain silent about these life-saving goodies in Feng Wu's hands. Only a fool would spread the news about things that could secretly benefit them.
Feng Wu was naturally not afraid that they would turn against her. As long as there was plenty of food hanging around, they would obediently cook for her.
Besides, her behavior did not violate the farm's discipline. At most, she was skirting the law. If she was really investigated, she would not be afraid.
She has a whole family at home waiting for her to feed them, and in extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken.
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