After giving some instructions, Meng Sheng talked about his deal with Hou Qunying.
When the convoy arrives, ask my parents and brothers to help watch over the loading and unloading of goods when they are free.
After a lively meal, everyone talked around the fire for a while before leaving.
It was cold in winter, and Meng Sheng didn't want to make a bed with a bunch of bedding, so he went to sleep with his elder brother.
After washing up and getting into bed, Meng Sheng smelled the stinky feet on the quilt and pulled the quilt from his neck to his chest in disgust.
Lying on his back, he stared at the dark roof with his eyes wide open, thinking of his own fragrant and clean bed in the village and his sweet and soft wife, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
Meng Chao, who was lying next to him, also hadn't closed his eyes. He put his hands behind his head and his eyes rolled around from time to time, obviously thinking about something.
After a while, he stretched out his foot and kicked Meng Sheng, and asked, "Second Brother, I want to follow that guy surnamed Hou to the south. What do you think?"
Meng Sheng glanced sideways at his elder brother, whose face and expression were unclear in the darkness, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Meng Chao replied with sparkling eyes: "That's a special economic zone. I'll go see how they do business there.
I'm also going to explore and see if I can get a good source of goods."
Meng Sheng thought about it and nodded: "Yesterday I heard Hou Qunying say that this is the last trip to the south before the New Year.
There was a lot of goods to be transported before the New Year, and there were several trucks going together.
If you want to go, go with me and take a look. Just don't be impulsive and come back safely. Don't let your parents and us worry!"
So, the next day, Meng Sheng, who was preparing to go home, went to the post office again and called Hou Qunying to tell her about his brother. Then he rode his bicycle to buy some food and supplies and hurried back to Mengjia Village.
Without his beautiful wife in front of him, he would not feel at ease even if she was at home for a long time.
Snowflakes began to fly again, and as the wind blew on the half of his face that was exposed, it felt cold and chilly, but his heart was burning with desire to go home.
In the past, in Meng Sheng’s heart, home was where his parents were. Now he feels that where his wife is is where his heart is.
In Mengjia Village, the accumulated snow had not yet melted, and new snow had fallen, adding a touch of poetic beauty to the old and simple earthen houses and yellow mud roads.
It was just too cold. All the villagers had nothing to do so they stayed in their houses, warming themselves by the fire, and did not go out. No one came out to appreciate the landscape painting that nature had painstakingly created.
Feng Yijia was afraid of the cold, and now that he was alone at home, he not only placed a brazier in the house, but also curled up in the quilt to keep warm.
Meng Sheng crossed mountains and rivers, wearing a cloak and snow, and rushed home. Seeing that the gates on both sides were closed, he threw his bicycle aside, climbed over the wall into the yard, and when he looked around to find someone, he saw Feng Yijia curled up in the quilt reading a book.
On the large wooden bed, the thick quilt formed a small bulge, and the woman's disheveled hair made her already small face look even smaller.
When she heard the noise, she looked up and saw me coming in. A light of joy appeared in her dark almond-shaped eyes. She got up and was about to get dressed and get out of bed.
He kept muttering, "Why are you back at this time?
I thought the road was difficult to walk on because of the snow, and no matter how fast you went, you would not be back until evening.
The chicken soup I stewed after lunch was simmered on the residual fire after it was boiled. It should not be ready now.
You must be hungry after the journey back. I'll go make you a bowl of noodles and add some green onions and ginger to help cool you down...."
The pretty woman, wearing only her inner garment, revealed her jade-like neck and collarbone, and her red lips kept opening and closing as she spoke heartwarming words.
Meng Sheng's heart was burning, his eyes gradually became deep, and he stepped closer, taking off his scarf with one hand and unbuttoning his clothes with the other.
When he reached the bed, he threw his cotton coat and scarf aside, and reached out to hug the woman who had just put on her clothes and got out of bed.
He lowered his head and fiercely blocked those tempting lips.
When the man came back, Feng Yijia, who was overjoyed, was clamped by an iron-like arm before she could even put on her clothes. When their lips and breaths met, her head went blank and dizzy for a moment, but she was soon brought back to her senses by the cold and a strange smell.
She pushed hard with both hands, her head shaking subconsciously, and her red lips tried to find the air to protest: "Let go, it stinks!"
The three words "stinky" extinguished Meng Sheng's burning desire, and he thought to himself that he would never sleep with his elder brother again, and gnashed the woman's lips with his teeth.
He wanted to bite his wife, who was such a nuisance and disliked him, to death, but he held back when he bit her, not wanting her to get hurt in the slightest.
He just vented his anger and pressed the person's head and kissed her enough before prying the person's hands away. He stepped back a few steps and said angrily: "You have no conscience!"
After saying that, he ignored the man and went out to the kitchen to get some water to wash up.
Feng Yijia frowned and wiped the saliva from his mouth, not realizing that something was wrong. He quickly put on his clothes and went to the kitchen to help light the fire and boil water.
After a lot of trouble, Meng Sheng was asked to wash from head to toe, and after filling his stomach, he hugged his wife and ravaged her as he wished.
After the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, the two of them lay in bed and talked.
Meng Sheng rubbed his hands with satisfaction and said, "After paying the forest contract fee with the money from selling tiger bones, I gave the rest to my parents.
I originally didn't know how to use such a large sum of money, but I didn't expect the employees at the dry goods store to be so proactive. They suggested to me that I resell the dry goods here to the south, and then resell the seafood from the south back.
It costs money to import seafood, and the electrical appliance store needs to replenish a batch of electrical appliances.
Communication is not convenient nowadays, and I can't catch up when the convoy arrives. So I keep the money and the profits from this period so that they can purchase goods and pay their bills."
Feng Yijia was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers, but his brain still had the energy to work. After thinking for a while, he suggested: "Since we want to buy seafood to sell, the small courtyard by the city wall is too remote.
We need to get a better store in a busy city!"
Meng Sheng: "Well, it has always been a hot topic, but it is easier to rent than to buy.
Just wait until you meet the right one."
Hearing this, Feng Yijia stopped talking and instead advised: "You should stay in the village more often, and let your parents and brothers help take care of the business.
Give them more money. You can't order people around for free among your relatives!"
Meng Sheng raised the corners of his lips slightly, rubbed his chin against the man's furry head, and replied softly, "I see. Thank you, wife!"
Feng Yijia tilted his head and impatiently took out a book from under the pillow and thrust it into Meng Sheng's face: "Look at this!"
"What?"
Meng Sheng asked, reaching out to take the book, which was a handwritten copy with yellowed pages.
The characters are in traditional Chinese, but I can understand the general meaning by guessing.
He flipped through it roughly and found some methods of refining the soul.
All the extra memories in my mind are there, and there are even some better ways.
He casually put the book aside, his hands becoming restless again, and muttered, "It's dark and I can't see the words clearly. Let's not read anymore and go to bed!"
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