The cast iron kitchen knife cut off the chicken bones and chicken, and fell on the three-inch-thick willow wood cutting board, making a muffled sound.

Wang Zhong's voice also sounded: "I remember that year was 1942. It hadn't rained a day since the spring, and the crops in the fields were all burned to death. There was also a war, and the government requisitioned grain every day, and even the trees

The bark and leaves were all chewed up, and many people choked to death after eating the Guanyin soil. I followed the people from the same village to escape the famine and traveled to many places. But at that time, there were wars everywhere, and we could only hide here and there until we got here.

At that time, dozens of people either starved to death or died of illness, and I was the only one left.

I was too lazy to leave, so I started working as a long-term worker in the house of the landlord in the village. With some strength, I managed to survive. Later, after liberation, the land was divided. This house was the property of the landlord of the house where I was a long-term worker.

Courtyard, during the land reform, the Farmers Association gave this courtyard to me."

"In 1942?" Jiang Hongguo was a little surprised, with a strange look in his eyes. When the famine happened, Jiang Hongguo was only a teenager: "Many people starved to death that year!"

There was a great famine that year, with people dying of hunger and mourning all over the land. Countless people died. When talking about this, Jiang Hongguo was still somewhat concerned.

"Brother Wang, now that we are liberated, don't you plan to go back to your hometown to see it?"

Wang Zhong smiled bitterly and said: "Why go back? It's been so many years and I can't find my way back. Besides, I'm used to living here. This is my home."

There was still a bit of sadness in his tone.

Jiang Hongguo put a towel on her shoulders and combed her hair with a comb. She was deeply moved. It was precisely because she had experienced fleeing that she could understand the pain of fleeing.

Although he is also fleeing famine now, he can still get food after all. But when Wang Zhong fled famine, he was fighting everywhere. Dozens of people came out together. In the end, he was the only one who died of starvation and illness. Jiang Hongguo also followed his parents that year.

The family fled the famine together, and when they finally returned home, there were not many members of the family left.

The weak chord in her heart was suddenly touched, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Wang Zhong changed. Even Jiang Hongguo didn't realize it.

Wang Zhong put the chopped chicken into the cabinet, walked to the stove, opened the lid and took a look, the water in the pot had already begun to bubble: "Actually, when I first saw you on the road today,

I knew you must have escaped from a disaster at home."

Wang Zhong placed the wooden pot lid on the pot lid shelf against the wall, turned around and went to the bathroom, brought out a wooden bucket, and used a wooden ladle to scoop hot water into the pot.

Jiang Hongguo sighed: "If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't live anymore, who would be willing to leave their hometown and run away to escape!"

"Brother, I'm here to help you!" Jiang Hongguo stood up and prepared to help.

Wang Zhong smiled and refused: "No, no, you should quickly dry your hair first. It's not as good at night as it is during the day. It gets colder at night, so don't catch a cold."

After saying that, Wang Zhong carried the bucket and entered the bathroom. After a while, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

Jiang Hongguo was sitting in front of the stove drying her hair, but her heart was filled with mixed feelings again.

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At night, Wang Zhong sat in the room, reading at night by candlelight. He was reading the blue leather-threaded "The Legend of the Shushan Swordsman."

I was reading word by word with concentration when suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

"Brother! It's me!" Jiang Hongguo's voice sounded outside the door.

Wang Zhong got off the bed and pulled the door latch, opened the door, and saw Jiang Hongguo standing at the door with her hair pulled back.

"It's cold outside. If you need anything, come inside and tell me!"

Wang Zhong welcomed the people into the house and locked the door again.

"Brother, why do you light so many lights?" Jiang Hongguo walked straight to the kang and sat down, asking curiously.

There was a kerosene lamp on the Kang table, another on the window sill, and another on the box at the west end of the Kang. The lights of the three oil lamps intertwined, making the room quite bright.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "The light is too dim. Reading is not good for your eyes. Please light more lights to make the room brighter."

Jiang Hongguo looked at the thread-bound blue book placed on the Kang table, with a little surprise and admiration flashing in her eyes: "It turns out that my eldest brother is still a scholar!"

"Just looking at the excitement." Wang Zhong said: "What does the girl want to see me for so late?"

Jiang Hongguo looked at Wang Zhong, her beautiful eyes covered with a layer of mist. She tapped her slightly chapped lips with her silver teeth and said: "Brother Wang, your meal today saved my life. I don't have anything."

The only person who can repay you is this body. If Brother Wang doesn’t dislike it, I am willing to serve him..."

Wang Zhong suddenly stood up and said with a serious face: "Sister, don't mention this again, I am not the kind of person who takes advantage of others' danger, let alone doing things to repay kindness. I will give you food, that's right.

When I see you, I think of myself many years ago. I just want to help you and have no other thoughts."

Jiang Hongguo looked at Wang Zhong's clear and bright eyes and couldn't help but be moved. Tears instantly filled her eyes and flowed down. She shook her lower lip and said, "Brother Wang, I won't hide it from you. I went out to escape."

It’s been half a year since I was born, and I haven’t even had a full meal. Now it’s getting colder and colder outside, and I really can’t walk. If you don’t mind, just ask for me. I work very quickly, and I can do laundry.

I can cook, work in the fields, and clean the house, and I promise to take good care of you."

While speaking, Jiang Hongguo took the initiative to step forward and grabbed Wang Zhong's hand.

Under the dim candlelight, the two traces of tears hanging on her pretty face were clearly visible. The Jingchai sarong could not hide its beautiful color, which really made me pity her.

Wang Zhong sighed, looked at Jiang Hongguo and said earnestly: "Sister, I can understand your pain. It's freezing and snowy outside, and you're not familiar with the place. Where can you go? If you don't want to leave anymore, it happens that the wing at home is still there.

If it's empty, just stay here first and then talk."

"Brother, I..." Jiang Hongguo grabbed Wang Zhong's wrist excitedly, stared at Wang Zhong, biting her lip, tears in her eyes couldn't stop pouring out, she was so moved that she couldn't express it in words.

surface.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Zhongdao: "I won't let you live in vain. This winter, you first help me with housework, washing and cooking, cleaning the house, and taking care of the ten people in the backyard.

A few chickens.”

"In the spring of next year, several mutual aid groups in our village are preparing to expand production. The work in the fields will definitely be busy by then. It is a time when there is a shortage of people. If you are willing, you can stay. At least you can have something to eat. If

If you don’t want to, just be..."

"Brother, I am willing! I am willing!" Before Wang Zhong could finish speaking, Jiang Hongguo grabbed Wang Zhong's hand and said impatiently: "I can do anything."

Wang Zhong patted the back of Jiang Hongguo's hand that was tightly holding his own, took it out of Jiang Hongguo's hand, and said with a soft smile: "Then starting from tomorrow, the work in this house will be left to you, sister.

I don’t want to see chaos in the house, so I’ll bother you, sister, to bother you more.”

"Brother, don't worry, I'll take care of everything." Jiang Hongguo was so moved that her beautiful eyes were filled with crystal tears.

If at this time, Wang Zhong stepped forward and pushed the person down on the kang, everything would surely fall into place.

But Wang Zhong smiled softly and said: "Sister, it's getting late. You've been traveling all day and you must be tired. You'd better go back to bed quickly. Get some rest early and be refreshed before you can work tomorrow.

live."

"Brother made me laugh." Jiang Hongguo raised her sleeves to wipe her tears and sobbed: "Brother, then I'm leaving."

"Okay, go back quickly!"

Wang Zhong sent people out: "It's cold, go to bed early, and don't forget to get up at night to add firewood to the stove."

"I remember it!" Jiang Hongguo's voice seemed to contain a bit of relaxation and joy that he had not seen before.

Wang Zhong locked the door and sat back on the kang. He had just made Liu Xiahui, but he felt a little regretful in his heart. But regrets were regrets, but Wang Zhong did not regret it. Wang Zhong liked beauty, but he could not walk after seeing a woman.

The kind of Tao.

Jiang Hongguo is indeed beautiful, and her appearance is in line with Wang Zhong's aesthetics. She has an oval face and willow eyebrows, and is a little gentle. But if you just sleep with her, how about buying tea with those tea sellers in the real world?

There is no difference.

Since you want to sleep with someone, you have to capture your body and mind. That's interesting. If you just want to sleep with a woman, with Wang Zhong's ability, will you still be able to sleep with her?

In the east wing room, Jiang Hongguo was lying on the hot kang, covered with a soft and warm quilt. He looked around with his eyes, looking at the clean and tidy room. Thinking of the past events he had just talked about with Wang Zhong, he couldn't help but feel sorry for Wang Zhong.

A deep sense of curiosity arose again.

Having almost the same experience, coupled with the enthusiastic greetings, Jiang Hongguo not only did not feel any discomfort, but actually enjoyed it very much.

Thinking of his actions just now, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks getting hot. Thinking of Wang Zhong, his mood became complicated again.

Among the chaotic thoughts, deep fatigue surged like a tide, and Jiang Hongguo fell into sleep without knowing when.

Early the next morning, light poured into the room from the window. Jiang Hongguo opened her sleepy eyes and gradually woke up from her sleep. The warm quilt made her feel like a dream.

I haven't slept well in such a warm bed for half a year. It's normal to sleep in the open air. It was fine in summer and autumn, but it suddenly got cold a while ago, which was fatal. Jiang Hongguo not only has to worry about eating every day, but also has to worry about food.

You have to worry about where to stay.

If you don't pay attention, you might fall asleep one night and never wake up again.

It is common for those who flee from famine to freeze to death and starve to death.

After all, Jiang Hongguo is just a woman in her twenties, and her heart is not as strong as she expected.

With a ten-pound quilt covering her body and a kang burning underneath, Jiang Hongguo was finally able to take off the cotton-padded jacket that she had been wearing for almost a month.

Before she even got out of bed, Jiang Hongguo heard shouts in the courtyard.

Jiang Hongguo suddenly reacted, her face became anxious, she quickly got up and dressed, got off the kang and opened the door. When she saw that the yard was already completely white, there were snowflakes floating in the sky, there were already many footprints in the yard, Wang Zhong's tall

The figure, braving the wind and snow, was practicing fists and kicks in the courtyard.

It didn't look very brilliant or brilliant, but when the punches and elbows were struck, there was a fierce wind, and the wind and snow within a square foot were wiped away.

That shout was like a muffled thunder, although the pitch was not high, but when it fell in the ears, it made people feel a little trembling inexplicably.

Seeing that the door to the east wing was opened, Wang Zhong stood up with his fists closed, a smile on his face.

"Girl is up!"

Jiang Hongguo said apologetically: "Brother, I'm really sorry. I overslept. I'm going to make breakfast right now." As he spoke, he ran towards the main room.
To be continued...