From Chief to Ball

"If you figure it out, can you give me not only the wine, but also the jar?"

Chen Jian raised his head, followed the voice and saw the woman, it was Red Fish, nodded and said: "The pot and the wine are yours, as long as you figure it out."

The woman smiled gratefully, lowered her head, put down the twine she was rubbing in her hands, and meditated.

This is the fourth time Chen Jian has noticed Red Fish, and it has been a month since she won her freedom.

I heard that women have been spinning thread for a month, faster than others, and weaving sacks are not slow, and use sacks and balls of thread to exchange for meals.

The others gathered together with a dozen or so people, only Hongyu was alone and hid in a corner, sharing a piece of venison and a little charcoal.

It was only then that Chen Jian noticed that she did not roast slowly like others, but directly put the whole piece of venison on the charcoal fire. She might have been rubbing the hemp rope before, and she didn't speak, and no one talked to her .

Now he has put down the twine and is counting on the ground with stones.

Compared with a month ago, my body is much cleaner and no longer dirty.

Maybe it was too dirty before, but after being clean suddenly, there was a special impression. I heard that she changed a bar of soap, her hair became smooth, and the skin on her neck, which was covered in gray and black before, was exposed.

A very ordinary linen dress, with a few buttons made of snails and river shells on it, and a skirt woven of bark fiber underneath, squatting on the ground, the loose skirt hid her calves like flower petals, only Bare feet, counting fingers and toes in their tribal twenty-decimal habit...

What is hidden is always beautiful, Chen Jian suddenly remembered that he couldn't remember what this woman's cheeks looked like, they were very blurry, and there was a strong urge in his heart to lift her chin to see what this woman looked like.

Just when he was about to take a closer look, Yuqianer ran up to him, leaned into his ear and whispered affectionately: "Brother, I figured out that there are eight sheep and four geese in total. Right? "

Chen Jian was stunned for a moment, looked away, nodded and said, "Yes."

Yu Qian'er happily sat aside, eyes bent into crescents, pointed at the jar of wine and said, "Brother, I can't drink it alone, I'll give you half of it, can you give me a barbecue?"

"Okay."

Yu Qianer took the jar of wine and poured it into two earthenware bowls. She looked at herself in front of the clarified wine, flicked her two braids, stood up and put her hands around Chen Jian's neck, lying on his back. He said: "Roast it quickly. I want to eat this piece, and this piece is for you."

He picked up the roasted venison, took a bite of the fattest and tender part, and handed the rest to Chen Jian's mouth, giggling, Chen Jian's neck was itchy as the two braids scratched it.

The red fish in the distance was also done. He raised his head, looked at the two brothers and sisters who were close, and sighed faintly.

She has no brothers and sisters, her mother died shortly after she was born, and now she is the only one among all the clansmen who has gained freedom, so she was a little lonely for a while.

Slowly walking to Chen Jianjian's side, she couldn't be as coquettish and intimate as Yu Qian'er, so she stayed far away, and didn't ask if she was right, because she knew it must be right.

"Eight sheep, four geese."

Taking advantage of the dim sunlight, Chen Jian, who was slightly drunk, narrowed his eyes and looked at the red fish.

The straight hair was scattered behind her, but it was only slightly tied around her neck, and it hung down like a waterfall until her waist was bent.

The corners of her eyebrows have not been trimmed, they are naturally frowned, and the corners of her eyes are raised slightly upwards, without drinking, but with a half-drunk haze.

Perhaps because he noticed that Chen Jian was staring at him, Hongyu quietly raised his hand, pretending to wipe his sweat, and covered the neck above the collarbone, where there was a scar from childhood.

Asked in a very faint voice: "Is that mine?"

"Yes, it's yours."

Red Fish bowed and said thanks, holding the pot, instead of going back to the corner where he was, he walked to Yu Qian'er's side.

"You are from Guanfang City. I want to exchange some twine with it. I'll go to Fangshi to get it tomorrow."

Putting down the pot, smiled at Yu Qian'er, slowly returned to the corner, and continued to rub the hemp rope.

Maybe it was because he was half drunk, Chen Jian kept staring at Red Fish, Yu Qianer turned his head to look at Chen Jian, and said with a smile: "Brother, do you want to sleep with her?"

"Who said that?"

"I've seen the eyes of civet cat and blue grass sister, just like yours. Also, you keep staring at them."

"What do you little kid know?"

Yu Qian'er snorted, thinking that I am not a child anymore, since my stomach hurts every month, my sisters have told me that I have grown up.Isn't it just about sleeping, it's the same as eating and drinking water, who doesn't understand.

She hurried to Hongyu's side, and whispered: "My brother wants to sleep with you."

Red Fish was stunned for a moment, the hemp rope twisted in his hand was inadvertently torn, he raised his head a little helplessly, looked at Chen Jian who was not far away, feeling a little confused.

Sleeping is different from eating and drinking. Yu Qian'er thought she understood it, but she still didn't.

Chen Jian listened to the sound of windmills whirling around behind him like cats singing in spring. He had been busy these days, there were people everywhere, and he had no time to stay rational. At this moment, he felt a little hot all over his body.

Holding a bowl of wine, listening to the joyful love songs of the surrounding clansmen, watching the red fish, couldn't help singing.

"Nuannuan, come on that sunny day, the girl who looks like a flower is sitting on the hillside. The wind blows the windmill, and the pea flowers are fragrant, the wheat ears are curved. The windmill, the windmill, babbling and singing, little girl Why is the beauty so ungrateful?"

Red Fish was stunned for a moment, fingered the hemp rope, and followed Chen Jian's tune.

"Nuan Nuan is coming on that sunny day, the flower-like woman is weaving hemp. The wind is not strong, the car is difficult to turn, and there is not enough food and clothing, how can I be happy?"

He neither accepted nor refused, as if he was asking Chen Jian if he had any right to be happy?

"Windmill, follow the breeze, my sister is a windmill, my brother is a windmill."

Red Fish heard the singing, smiled and narrowed his eyes, shook his head, and began to sing back.

"Nuannuan, that sunny day is coming, my brother who just grew up wants to tie my sister up. The windmill is turning with the breeze, the wind is about to stop, how can the car turn? My sister is making firs and pine trees on the hillside, the wind is turning The leaves are off, I bend over. The breeze, the car stops and doesn’t turn, without the breeze, the fir is still fir.”

The singing voice is telling Chen Jian: You are fine, I think you are fine, if you take off my clothes, I will bend down.But, I will not be a windmill, a windmill that is nothing without the breeze.My freedom is bought with the idea that the wheat field will not be destroyed, not given by anyone; my food is bought by the twine I knit by hand, not given by anyone.I'm not your accessory, you sleep with me, and I sleep with you, I just think we're nice to each other, can you accept it?

Chapter 68 Storm and Rainbow

Man is an animal.

Spring is the season for animals to mate.

It's just that from every spring to twelve times a year, people gradually hide their animal nature in the sunny period with shyness and clothes.

Just as female beasts always look for the best male beasts, so do human beings, but they gradually differentiate after detaching themselves from animals.

An excellent standard comes from the perfection imagined after the inner love. Perhaps this is love, the best based on abstract thinking.

An excellent standard comes from the values ​​of the times, the strength of the barbaric era, the rights of the feudal era, and the money of the capital era. These are the values ​​of the times, which are intuitive rather than imaginative.

It may be separated from the essence of human beings and alienated into human incarnations of power and money, but that is not important, after all, it is still excellent in the era of alienation, and there is nothing wrong with it.

There is no love between Chen Jian and Red Fish. Maybe he just succumbs to the hormones in his body, or maybe with a little appreciation, he is self-improvement and smart, and truly understands that freedom comes from the appreciation of hands.

Perhaps what Hongyu thought was simpler, since sooner or later the blood would be preserved, why not choose him?Besides, this love song is very nice.

The duet of Bixing's love songs is not ridiculous. It is a custom that has been passed down for a long time and will be passed down for a long time. It is the afterglow of the era when the status of men and women is still similar.