"Okay, okay, good boy, don't cry, Dumpling." Qin Rou picked up the little guy and coaxed him. This little crying Dumpling, his eyes were red from crying, like a little rabbit, and his chubby white face looked soft and easy to bully.

Qin Rou thought, your father looks like "I am very righteous and inviolable", but how come the young kid who looks like your father looks so soft and cute?

She looked at her brother Zhou Zhou again, with the same eyebrows, chubby face, high nose, red and moist lips, and a pair of particularly beautiful eyes. When his face is expressionless, he looks most like his father Lu Yan. Even with the chubby face, you can see that he will be handsome in the future.

- Monkeys also know how to choose dishes according to the dishes.

Pick the weak persimmons.

Although Zhou Zhou and Dumpling look exactly the same, they have slightly different personalities, especially after they started kindergarten and came into contact with other children, the differences became more obvious.

As the older brother, Zhou Zhou is more calm and careful, and not so crybaby. Perhaps it is because after going to kindergarten, he knows that the older ones should take care of the younger ones, and the older brothers should give in to the younger ones. Zhou Zhou also began to learn to take care of his younger brother. Although his younger brother is not much younger than him, he is still his biological brother.

As for the younger brother, Dumpling, he is softer and more controllable, but he is very naughty, soft, likes to act coquettishly, has a straightforward and impulsive temper, and is a little crybaby and a coquettish person. He not only acts coquettishly with his parents, but also likes to act coquettishly with his brother Zhou Zhou in their little room.

Qin Rou once overheard Dumpling saying to his brother in a soft and sticky voice: "Dede, I want to be Zhou Zhou."

"Dede..."

If he dares to make unreasonable requests in person, his brother Zhou Zhou will also spoil him. This is why Dumpling occasionally wears his brother's hand rope, all thanks to acting coquettishly and cutely.

Xiao Dumpling likes to pretend to be a big brother. In kindergarten, he likes other children to call him Brother Lu. Maybe it's because he always plays the role of a little brother at home. Even though he is just two years old, he has a strong desire to be a big brother.

Although he has the ambition to be a big brother, a little brother is a little brother.

"Okay, don't cry."

Qin Rou kissed the little boy and put him next to his brother Zhou Zhou. The brother Zhou Zhou, who is also a short man, went up to hug him, patted his back like his mother, and wiped his tears with his little hands.

"Duoduo..."

"Zhou Zhou's is for you."

"Duoduo." Xiao Dumpling hugged his brother. There was basically no difference in their height and figure. In fact, the younger brother Xiao Dumpling was a little stronger.

Dumpling tried hard to hug his brother and wanted to pick him up. Zhouzhou also hugged him back, and the two kids were in a mess.

Qin Rou saw how friendly the two brothers were and suddenly felt very relieved.

At noon, they stayed at their sister's house for lunch. The salt-marinated Spanish mackerel steamed on rice was particularly fragrant. Several children liked it very much. However, when Zhouzhou and Dumpling saw the candied radish from their aunt's house, they quietly leaned towards their mother.

The brothers' faces showed rejection. They didn't accept the radish.

Seeing them like this, Qin Rou smiled gently and did not force them to eat. She ate the radish happily. These small radishes were obviously delicious, but she didn't know why the two kids didn't like them.

My brother-in-law Chen Mian was chatting with the people who came from the village to help, and he talked about the harvest of the past one or two years. In the countryside, you rely on the weather for your livelihood, of course, because of the geographical environment of Qiongzhou Island, even if you are lazy and don't farm, you can still eat coconuts and mangoes from the sky, not to mention there are fish in the sea, and the tides will bring small seafood to the beach...

But you still have to farm for your livelihood. At this time, most communes have low yields from farming, and a large part of the reason is because of chemical fertilizers. Although each commune brigade has distributed chemical fertilizers, most members do not know how to use them correctly and do not pay attention to them.

There are collective lands, but there are also private plots. The collective lands have collective fertilizers, and everyone works together on the land to earn work points. However, since it is not their own land, many people do the work of spreading fertilizers in a perfunctory manner and use fertilizers carelessly. In addition, in order to harvest on private plots, some fertilizers are just spread and some people take the soil away to their own private plots.

These are part of the reasons why grain production is not very high.

The team leader of Dajiao Village plans to fertilize the grain well this year and use new seeds. He also asked Chen Mian, who has cultural knowledge, to help. Later, some fields in the village will be planted with new hybrid rice.

"Eat your meal obediently, Dumpling, come closer."

Zhou Zhou and Dumpling brothers sat on a long bench and ate their meals obediently. Although the brothers were a bit picky about food and didn't eat radishes, they ate their meals well. After all, they were two little eaters and could eat a lot.

At this time, most of the benches in the village were long benches. The most feared thing about long benches is that people sit on the edge. If the person next to them stands up, the person sitting alone on the edge will fall. Qin Rou asked the two brothers to sit in the middle, but the two little guys were a little rebellious at this time, especially Dumpling, who just didn't believe what his mother said and liked to sit in a suspended position on the edge.

"Pa——"

After Xia Mingxi and his brother Zhou Zhou stood up, Dumpling fell on his butt with a smack, and the rice bowl fell off. Fortunately, the rice in the bowl was eaten.

It was just a bump on his little butt.

"Mom..." The little thief looked at his mother aggrievedly.

"Do you know that you have to sit in the middle from now on?"

You silly boy.

Qin Rou held the little kid in her arms and coaxed him, thinking that it was always you, the little silly boy, who got hurt every time, naughty and stupid.

After the two brothers had lunch, they fell asleep together on the bamboo bed in her sister's house. Qin Rou covered their bellies.

Qin Rou also yawned. Her sister Qin Mian asked her to rest for a while. At this time, the temperature at noon was still a little high. It was most comfortable to take a nap on a hot day. Qin Rou also took a nap.

After waking up, Qin Mian tried to teach her how to use the sewing machine, "Just sew like this...thump thump..."

"Why don't you try it."

Qin Rou pointed at herself: "Let me try it?"

Just try it?

Just as she was about to sit on the bench in front of the sewing machine, someone suddenly came to see her. It was a young woman wearing a light-colored cotton dress and two braids tied with a pretty red string. Her facial features were delicate and charming, and she was particularly gentle when she smiled.

The young girl held a book in her hand.

"Is this Teacher Chen's home?"

"I'm an educated youth who just came to the village. My name is Ye Mingxiu."

Qin Mian said a few words to her, and then called Qin Rou over, "Sister, come here, Dumpling's notebook is back."

Qin Rou was surprised: "The book that was snatched away by the monkey has been returned?"

"Yes." Ye Mingxiu nodded, "The monkeys on the mountain are so naughty, and they like to imitate people."

"It was so interesting when a few of us educated youth went down the mountain at noon today. On the way, we actually met a monkey reading a book. Look, it's holding this book. The fathead fish it drew is so cute."

"This monkey usually likes to imitate our movements, and sometimes it even yells at us. I guess it often sees educated youth Wang wearing glasses and sitting on a rock reading a book, so it learned to do the same."

"You didn't see it with your own eyes. The monkey stole Wang Zhiqing's glasses and stole a book from somewhere. It sat on a rock by the roadside. It put on glasses and pretended to turn the pages of a book. It was so funny that we all laughed so hard that our stomachs hurt."

"This book has only a few pages scratched by monkeys, but Wang Zhiqing's glasses are in tatters and need to be repaired in the city."

Qin Mian and her sister were amused by her description.

Qin Rou took the book from her and said, "Thank you, comrade, please deliver it."

Comrade Qin looked at the little shark baby in his hand and sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that this book really encountered a fantasy adventure and passed through the hands of wild monkeys in the mountains.

"No trouble, no trouble." Ye Mingxiu smiled and shook her head. She looked at Qin Rou hesitantly and said, "You are the sister of Teacher Chen's wife."

When she came, she heard from the villagers that Teacher Chen Mian's brother-in-law was serving in the naval forces on the island.

"Yes, the book was stolen from my youngest son by a monkey." Qin Rou turned her head and nodded at the two little pigs on the bed with her chin.

The two little pigs looked like dead pigs when they were asleep, and they were particularly sweet.

Ye Mingxiu glanced at the two little guys on the bamboo bed from a distance, and the smile on her face deepened, "Are these two children twins?"

"Yes, they look exactly the same."

"This is really rare, and I am so lucky."

Ye Mingxiu said with a smile. Qin Rou saw that she seemed to have something to say, but was hesitant to speak, so she waited for her to speak.

Ye Mingxiu hesitated for a long while, and finally couldn't help asking: "Comrade Qin, I wonder if you know a comrade named... Zhao Jianghong."

As he spoke, Ye Mingxiu's face flushed a little, but he described in detail with flashing eyes: "Zhao as in Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li, Jiang as in great rivers and lakes, and Hong as in flying high in the snow and mud."

"He also served in the naval forces on the island."

Qin Rou: "???!!!"

Zhao Jianghong? !

"Yes, if we don't have the same name, this officer Zhao knows my husband and has been to my house for dinner."

"He and our Lao Lu used to be good friends."

"Really?" Ye Mingxiu was very surprised. She didn't expect that she would actually meet someone who knew him just by asking casually. But it was really unreasonable for her to ask about a strange man for no reason. "Oh, I picked up a pen from Comrade Zhao before and was just about to give it back to him."

Ye Mingxiu took out a pen with the three characters "Zhao Jianghong" glued to it with tape.

"What a coincidence." Qin Rou was surprised.

"Do you know what kind of person this Comrade Zhao is?" Ye Mingxiu asked hesitantly with a red face.

"Has he been divorced before?"

Seeing her like this, Qin Rou suddenly suspected that she was in love and had some interest in Zhao Jianghong. However, from the question she asked, she was not familiar with Zhao Jianghong at all and did not know his information.

"Yes, he is divorced."

"That's him!" Ye Mingxiu clapped her hands.

"Why, did you have other contacts before?"

"It's just... an accident. I don't know if we can be considered pen pals... one-sided."

Ye Mingxiu stuttered and didn't know how to describe it.

The relationship between her and Zhao Jianghong was not that big. Now it was popular among educated youth to write letters to make pen pals. There was another way, which was to send letters to a strange email address to express their feelings, which was similar to the tree hole of this era.

Ye Mingxiu once posted a friend wall at the post office. It can’t be called a friend wall, but a wall where “small advertisements” can be posted. It is usually in places like post offices and train stations. She posted some advertisements with paper, publishing information about exchanging houses and jobs, and occasionally information about making friends.

Ye Mingxiu impulsively left an email address. Of course, she regretted it after leaving it. The next day, she went to check and found that the address she left had been torn off, so she didn’t take it seriously.

But later, this mailbox really received a letter from a person named “Jiang Shang Feihong”.

Ye Mingxiu read his letters and became interested in him, but he always sent letters to her, but never left his specific information and address, making it impossible for people to find them.

This person who complained does not need anyone to reply to his letters.

Although Ye Mingxiu wanted to write him back, she had no way to do so until she came back to Qiongzhou Island as an educated youth. She accidentally picked up a pen on the way here. She found that the handwriting on the pen was the same as the handwriting on the letter. There was a military mark on the pen. The two names Jiang Shang Feihong and Zhao Jianghong were also very similar. She thought to herself, is it really such a coincidence?

This Zhao Jianghong is Jiang Shang Feihong.

An even more coincidental thing happened. He said that he was in the army and briefly mentioned that his good friend in childhood had a pair of twin sons. Today, Ye Mingxiu heard the villagers describe the characteristics of the child robbed by the monkey. It turned out to be the younger brother of the twins. The father of the robbed child was also in the army.

This is too much of a coincidence.

Such a series of coincidences is indeed incredible. It is like the fate of heaven, landing precisely beside people. Ye Mingxiu did not think twice and volunteered to come to Chen's house to help return the books. In fact, she wanted to take the opportunity to find out about the mysterious comrade Zhao Jianghong from the sea.

Unexpectedly, this inquiry really made her find out.

"I have read his letters. He confessed his pain and depression in the letters. I think he is a very interesting person. His writing is very attractive. He is like the melancholy of the blue sea..."

Qin Rou: "..."

Such a vivid description...

Why does it feel like meeting a literary youth in the 1970s?