Swearing doesn't change the fact that you work five days a week and have two days off.
Zhou Yian felt that he didn't even want to touch his abdominal muscles anymore, as he had had enough.
Song Songbai also felt wronged. She was still very enthusiastic during the process, but turned hostile at the end.
In the midst of painful and happy times, the pig-killing meal arrived.
Under the temptation of the pig-killing dish, she repeatedly told Song Songbai to get a good sleep tonight.
I must look beautiful tomorrow to attend the ceremony.
Song Songbai also knew how powerful it was, so he slept soundly at night.
Sure enough, the next day Zhou Yian looked radiant in the mirror. It was all Song Songbai’s fault. Beauty sleep is still necessary.
It's too cold.
Zhou Yian wore a sweater under his military uniform and a military coat over his uniform, feeling like he was wrapped up like a dumpling.
The scarf she had knitted for Song Songbai was ready. She was getting more and more familiar with it, but it was too cold outside, so she wrapped it around her own neck.
Two people were walking in the snow.
Before he knew it, the snow in Gejiazhuang had become so thick. Zhou Yian, who had been staying in the room for several days, felt a little surprised. He hadn't had a snowball fight or built a snowman yet.
How can we ignore Xue because of Song Songbai?
I must reject him when I get back.
In order to watch the pig slaughtering, we came out early in the morning, and everyone else also came out early.
They were already late and didn't meet many people on the road. It really shows that one should not underestimate the extent to which Chinese people like to join in the fun.
People were crowded together, but unfortunately Zhou Yian didn't have the skills of Aunt Zhang. He had the desire to squeeze in, but he didn't have the skills to do so.
You can only listen to the noise inside from outside the crowd.
It's all chatter.
Zhou Yian sighed. As long as you learn to give up, nothing will be difficult. Don’t squeeze anymore. Just wait and eat later.
I have nothing to do, so I thought of the idea I had just now and decided to have a snowball fight.
He found a piece of snowy land and took revenge on Song Songbai by throwing snow at him.
"Come on, throw it too." Zhou Yian urged him, "If you don't throw it, what's the point."
Upon hearing this, Song Songbai also made a snowball.
When the children saw how lively it was, they also ran over.
It soon turned into a melee. Zhou Yian threw whatever he saw.
Whoever throws the most will call for help from outsiders, as outsiders can hit the ball more accurately.
When exercising, you sweat and the air you exhale is white.
Zhou Yian had a great time playing and didn't stop until he smelled the hot fragrance coming from afar.
I'm hungry.
Escaping from the melee, we were in the cafeteria where we used to eat from a big pot, with several pots of pig-killing dishes.
Steaming hot.
delicious.
As the aroma spread, people outside gradually came in, and the team leaders and team leaders organized them to sit in the cafeteria.
Village chief Ge and women's director Aunt Sun also called out to An Jing.
Zhou Yian and Song Songbai were called to the front.
Aunt Sun organized the group, "I'm sure everyone knows that these are the educated youth who volunteered to go to the countryside. They all have red and dedicated hearts."
The noise gradually died down.
"Here today, in the presence of our proletarian peasants, who voluntarily married and established proletarian revolutionary friendship, let us welcome them."
Great applause.
Zhou Yian and Song Songbai faced Chairman Mao's photo and the Little Red Book and solemnly swore an oath.
"We all come from all corners of the country and have come together for a common revolutionary goal. All members of the revolutionary team must care for each other, love each other, and help each other."
“We are the happiest people.”
"To build a new China."
"For a better tomorrow."
"Learn the spirit of model workers and become a pioneer in the industry."
Thunderous applause. Farmers may sometimes not know how to express their thoughts, but the applause says it all.
Zhou Yian and Song Songbai bowed to the Chairman.
Then he turned around and bowed to everyone.
For some reason, Zhou Yian felt very moved. Perhaps this was a wedding that bore the mark of this era.
Simple and lively.
They don't say too many words of blessing, just congratulate with applause.
"Thank the Party! Thank you Chairman Mao!" Someone stood up and shouted.
"Thank the Party! Thank you Chairman Mao!" The whole cafeteria was in an uproar, and everyone followed suit.
After finally stopping, everyone sang "Singing the Motherland" together again
"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind."
Zhou Yian is also familiar with this song. It has been popular for many years. It turns out that it has been around for so long.
"How loud the victory song is."
He sang along with them. No matter whether the singing was beautiful or not, it was a chorus and Zhou Yian enjoyed it to the fullest.
He doesn't care about other people's life or death.
Song Songbai didn't know what to say to her. She was not only a bad person but also had a strong addiction to food.
The candies had been handed over to Auntie Sun long ago for arrangement. The team leaders and squad leaders took the candies and distributed them to everyone, so that everyone could share in the joy.
There are about 100 pieces of candy in a pound. If I buy 10 pounds, hundreds of people can share a few pieces.
Most adults hid it away as a treasure. Today we have a pig-slaughtering dinner, so we have to save the candy for later.
The children couldn't wait to eat them. Of course, some adults also collected some.
All kinds of living beings.
The pig-killing dish is finally ready. It is not distributed according to work points, but everyone has it. Otherwise, with their work points, it is hard to say how much they could have gotten.
Maybe it was because it was a wedding, everyone asked them to serve first, and the aunt scooped two full bowls without hesitation.
Zhou Yian couldn't close his mouth because of laughing.
She buried her head in the food and ate it with great relish. It turned out that the authentic pig-killing dishes were indeed different.
Pig blood soup, pig liver, pig intestines, tofu, and sauerkraut.
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