In the room next to Yan Lang, Yan Quankui was also talking about this to Zhang Damei.

"Sanwazi didn't know what happened today. She first stared at a girl's baby without blinking an eye. After playing a hooligan, she even showed off her face, and almost made her girl cry."

Yan Quankui sighed, so today he helped the female educated youth named Rong Qian, which was considered to apologize for his children.

"The Red Guards have not been so fierce in the past two years, otherwise Lang Wazi would have been caught and dug stones in the stoneyard."

This is the year when the lesbians were bitten to death and said that it was a hooligan crime and could be killed without evidence. It was really not a joke.

Stone farms are not a good place to go, because they often kill people. In addition to going to the stone farm, they also dig dams, ditches and log wood in forest farms, which are places where labor reform prisoners go to labor reform.

Zhang Damei was startled and slapped Yan Quankui's strong arm first. When the man washed his feet and moved his feet away from the washbasin, he took off his socks and sat on the ring chair and lifted his trousers and feet to wash his feet. "No, we Langlang is so handsome. Not to mention the village inside and outside the village, even in the town, there was a girl's house that gave him a wink. Even if Hu Lan knew yesterday that I wanted to arrange for San'er to see her, she said that her brother had no idea at all."

Yan Quankui was also confused, but it wasn't it? The boy in the village knew he was going to see a woman at the age of fifteen or sixteen, but his youngest son was not in tune with the whole day and would rather run to the mountain to chase the hare than accompany the girls to pick flowers.

However, when it comes to seeing each other, Yan Quankui remembered, "Don't show any girl Langlangxiang in the future. Even if there is no truth, it will not sound good if it is spread. Langwazi is flexible and knows how to do things. He will definitely have a great future. If you show him a woman with little knowledge, how will they live in the future? Not to mention how they look, they must have a good brain and a good personality. The most important thing is to make their son like it."

Zhang Damei rolled her eyes, "All right, I have to ask a lot of questions. God can still gesture for your baby son to pinch a wife?"

However, Zhang Damei agreed to these words, nodded and agreed, and then asked the female educated youth, "Since San'er is like this because of that girl, maybe she really likes it, otherwise how could she do this? Think about it, when did San'er get bored for so long since she was a child? I looked like she was about to cry."

Yan Quankui wiped his feet dry, and glared at Zhang Damei after hearing this, and threw the foot cloth to Zhang Damei, "No, when did Sanwozi cry? When he was a child, he was just a fool who was so stupid that he was just a fake cry. Our Langwozi was tough."

Zhang Damei was too lazy to talk to this blind man. Although his son didn't cry on his face, he must be so sad that he wanted to cry.

Thinking of his youngest son who was silent and huddled while eating just now, Zhang Damei frowned, finally sighed, wiped his feet and put on cloth slippers, and went out to pour foot wash water outside.

When he came back, he closed the main hall. When he passed Yan Lang's room, Zhang Damei quietly pushed open the crack and looked at it. He was sure that his youngest son was asleep, so he felt relieved to go back to the room.

When he came back, he lay down and the kerosene lamp blew. Yan Quankui, who was lying beside her, suddenly spoke in the dark, "That female educated youth looks so good, like a big white geese standing in a group of pockmarked ducks. Maybe Langwazi really got her acquaintance because of her."

But my son is a clear-headed person, and he must have thought that he and the other party could not get together in a blink of an eye, so he was in a bad mood and deliberately used his cold face to make the girl hate him, which made him cut off his hesitation path.

Yan Quankui had finished his brains instantly, and he couldn't help but sigh, feeling sorry for his son, this was the first time he had an idea, so he wouldn't be uncomfortable for the rest of his life?

Zhang Damei didn't think so much, but instead began to ask the female educated youth with great enthusiasm what she was called, how she looked, how old she was this year, where she came from, and how many people she had in her family.

Yan Quankui said a name, and other questions were too difficult for him. After all, when Rong Qian was good-looking, she thought of such a metaphor as the big white goose. Yan Quankui turned his back to Zhang Damei, and said in a muffled voice, "Sleep!"

Then no matter how Zhang Damei hits him, pushes him, he pinches him, Yan Quankui refused to say anything and didn't even move.

Zhang Damei was so angry that she became more and more awake, and the more she became, the more she became. Then Zhang Damei lifted the quilt and went to her daughter's room next door to fall asleep.

Yan Lang's house has a lobby in the middle, with two small bedrooms on both sides, which means there are four rooms, and the main hall is the gathering place in the middle.

The granary was built with blue bricks and cement in Yan Quankui and Zhang Damei's rooms. The other pigpens, chickens and duck pens, kitchen pits were all in a separate place next to the yard. They were made of stone strips and stone slabs and bamboo strips. The roof was a thatched meadow.

On the other side of the yard is a woodshed room. Yan Quankui and Zhang Damei are afraid that the house will catch fire, so they are different from other homes, so they do not place the woodshed room and the kitchen together.

The next morning, Yan Lang got up very rarely, and took two large buckets of pig food in one hand to the wooden fence outside the pigpen. He bent down and mixed the pig food that was not smelly with a handle and a rough vinyl scoop. The pig food had just been scooped out of the large iron pot, and it was still hot after mixing the cold water. The pig food was burned and refused to grow meat after it was burned.

The pig in the pigpen was so anxious that he kept placing his hooves on the wooden fence and looking out.

Yan Lang took the bamboo pole next to him and hit the wooden fence to scare them, allowing the two big fat pigs to roll down.

The bamboo poles are made of relatively tender bamboo. They are deliberately smashed into bamboo strips, and the sound of hitting things is clattered. They are used in rural areas to chase chickens and ducks and other livestock. When drying food, they are also used to scare sparrows who want to steal food.

In the yard next to him, Zhang Damei was wearing an apron in front of her and holding a basin of chickens and cornmeal with chickens and ducks and geese. She was "ha, shhh" and drove the arrogant and domineering "gaga" to lengthen the tone and threatened the other companions to eat the two big white geese that they wanted to eat alone, while looking at her youngest son with her eyes.

Nowadays, every household can raise two pigs, two chickens, two ducks, and two geese. If it exceeds the capitalist tail, it will be cut off. One pig raised every year, and the rest will be left to your own home.

However, it is rare to raise all the livestock like the Yan family. After all, many people cannot eat enough, so where can they feed livestock?

At most, I just feed some chickens that I can go to the mountains to dig for food. Because the chickens can't eat good food, they are so thin that they refuse to lay eggs.

"Sanwazi, where are you going today? Or do you go to weigh food with your second sister?"

Now the grain has basically been collected. It is almost time to pay dividends in December and January. The task grain that should be paid was already paid when the rice and corn was dried last month. The rest are all their own members.

If you get married, Yan Lang's love of running out will probably be able to accept it.

Yan Lang was stared at by two pairs of bright eyes, so he could not understand it. He quickly told the type he liked seriously, and tried to dispel the two people's thoughts of putting him together with the female educated youth.

But now, he has decided to give birth to a little daughter named Rong Qian in the future. How can he be related to this female educated youth?

Isn’t this nonsense?

The author has something to say: About her future father-in-law’s impression of her appearance...

Rong Qian: Big white goose?

I always feel like Yan Lang is like this now, everyone is pulling him, and then he...

Yan Lang: Let me go and I can still insert nine hundred fgs!

ps: The previous chapter seems to be written incorrectly. Originally, it was said that I chose two men and two women and then added Rong Qian. I will go and modify it. Now there are three male educated youth and two female educated youth. The one who was replaced was a male educated youth, and the one who was exchanged was Li Jianjun.

===As I wrote and suddenly found that I didn't put the heroine of the original script that should appear in the outline. Puff, am I poisoned? I've modified it, the details are as follows:

...As soon as I said three male educated youths and two female educated youths according to the clothes I remembered, my fingers accidentally pulled them to the list below, and a name fell into my eyes, and Yan Lang's heart suddenly jumped.

"Uncle Liang, this person named Rong Qian, will be replaced by our team and replace Jiao Yuting."
Chapter completed!