Lu Zhiye turned his head to look at his two sons who were sleeping soundly, then quickly took off his clothes and pulled his wife into the bed.
Wen Sihe hadn't been intimate with Lu Zhiye for a long time, and at this moment, the man's breath just touched her ears.
She couldn't help but tremble all over, and her little hands subconsciously hugged Lu Zhiye's neck tightly.
Lu Zhiye walked down, breathing heavily.
After a while, the woman's moans could be heard in bits and pieces.
The next morning, Lu Zhiye woke up refreshed.
He specially moved a lot of food to the next door. Yan Wenqing was making pancakes when he saw him bringing so much food over.
I couldn't help but say, "There's another tank over there, why did you bring so many more?"
Lu Zhiye chuckled and said, "Grandma Fang has bad teeth, so don't eat cornmeal, eat white flour instead.
It's not like we can't afford it, and we have this pheasant, so you can make some chicken soup for He He at noon to nourish him."
Yan Wenqing watched his son busying about, as if he saw an old friend.
His eyes became hot and he quickly lowered his head.
"Okay, I got it. There's porridge in the pot, and there's this pancake. Bring it to He He to eat."
Yan Wenqing put the things into the basket and signaled Lu Zhiye to take the things away.
Then he brought the pancakes and porridge and placed them on the table in the yard.
"Xiao An, call grandma to eat."
"Hey, here it comes!"
While eating, Xiao An looked at his mother's face and said carefully: "Mom, I have something to tell you."
Yan Wenqing was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"
"I want to go cut grass for pigs with Brother Xiaoniu from the village. This way I can also earn work points..."
Xiao An's voice became smaller and smaller, and he lowered his head in embarrassment.
He had heard all the rumors in the village, and he didn't want others to say that about his mother.
I have grown up now and can go and collect grass for the pigs and earn work points.
Yan Wenqing tapped his head with chopsticks: "What are you thinking about? Don't forget that your mother has assigned you homework."
"I, I, I can do my homework even if I cut grass for the pigs."
Xiao An looked up, met his mother's disapproving gaze, and slowly closed his mouth.
Fang Yuan stuffed a piece of biscuit into his mouth and said nothing.
When young people educate children, it is enough for the elders to watch over them. Otherwise, the children will feel that someone is speaking for them and will become fearless in the future.
After dinner, when Yan Wenqing was washing the dishes, Fang Yuan looked at her with some disapproval.
"Xiaoqing, don't blame your aunt for meddling in your affairs."
"Aunt Fang, what are you talking about? In my heart, you are my elder."
Fang Yuan added a handful of firewood to the pot and said with a smile: "Why don't you let Xiao An go out?"
Yan Wenqing paused while washing the dishes. After a long while, he said, "People in the village are talking about me. I'm afraid he will hear it. It's not good."
“He is a six-year-old who needs to interact and play with his peers.
Besides, he wants to go collect grass for the pigs, isn’t he also trying to share the burden with you?
You don’t want to discredit his desire to take responsibility.”
Yan Wenqing remained silent and didn't say anything. Fang Yuan didn't force her and just added firewood to the pot silently.
It took Yan Wenqing a long time before he put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and walked into the house.
I saw Xiao An lying on the window sill, looking eagerly at the fields outside.
Yan Wenqing sighed: "Xiao An, Mommy promised you to go out with your friends, but you also have to promise Mommy to protect yourself."
Xiao An jumped off the bed happily: "I will, Mom!"
After he said that, he jumped and ran out.
Brother Xiaoniu said yesterday that we must first go to the brigade headquarters to register to receive the backpack.
Meanwhile, at the brigade headquarters, Xiao Niu, Zhong Muqing and a few others were sitting on rocks, bored.
A little boy picked up a dogtail grass and held it in his mouth: "Xiao Niu, is Fang Zhian coming over?
If not, let's go. Why are we waiting here?"
Xiao Niu looked outside the gate, but didn't see Xiao An, so he lowered his eyes in disappointment.
"Let's go."
Just as they were checking in, there was a breathless sound at the door.
"Little, little brother Niu. I'm going too."
When Xiao Niu saw Xiao An, he waved to him happily: "Come on, come on."
Zhong Muqing also happily handed him the backpack beside him.
A group of friends walked up the mountain excitedly.
At noon, just as the villagers were carrying their hoes home, a postman came over on a bicycle carrying a large bag.
"Hey, auntie, how do I get to Wen Sihe's house?"
"You are the postman, right? Lu Zhiye's family lives next to the educated youth center.
Hey, this is a letter to the educated youth Xiao Wen, right?
Several aunts stood on tiptoe to watch, unable to conceal the gossip in their eyes.
The postman smiled and pulled out the envelope: "Yes, it's from the provincial newspaper.
Ladies, please be busy. I will go and deliver the letter first."
The lady in the green headscarf was not in a hurry to go home to cook at this time. When she heard that it was a letter from the newspaper, she ran to Lu Zhiye's house excitedly.
The round-faced aunt was a little confused: "They sent me a letter from the newspaper, why are you going there?"
"Oh, last time, Xiao Wen, the educated youth, said that if you take photos, you should send them to the newspaper office. I'll go see if there's a photo of me in the newspaper!"
When everyone heard this, they hurriedly followed excitedly.
As soon as I got to the gate, I heard Wu Yu shouting in surprise: "Oh my god, there are 28 yuan. This is equivalent to a month's salary for many people. There are also quite a few tickets."
Wen Sihe read the letter in his hand and suddenly understood.
It turned out that the manuscript fee system had not yet been restored at that time, and the provincial newspaper paid her money in the name of salary.
She said that she had sent in at least ten manuscripts and shouldn't have received so little money.
The letter also said that she would be paid as a non-staff member and that Wen Sihe was required to submit three to five articles every month.
When the aunts at the door heard this, they were all stunned.
Wow, it’s almost thirty dollars. There are six or seven people in their family. After working so hard all year, can they only get a hundred or so dollars?
This educated youth named Xiao Wen earns almost thirty yuan a month.
Some aunties were so envious that their eyes almost turned green. They kept grabbing the postman's arm and asking, "Is this true or false? Is this a scam?"
The postman quickly pulled his sleeves and said: Hey, this lady has really strong hands.
"Of course it's fake, the money and tickets are clearly displayed there.
Look at the newspaper on the table, that’s the article that was published.”
The lady in the green headscarf squeezed into the yard and asked with a smile, "Xiao Wen, educated youth, let us take a look at your newspaper."
Wu Yu quickly picked up the newspaper from the table: "Auntie, let me find out which article it is and read it again."
"Ah, ah, good!"
Wu Yu and Li Guihua put their heads together, tore the newspaper open and read it bit by bit.
Suddenly she shouted excitedly: "Here! Auntie, auntie, there are photos of everyone, look."
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