70 Bai Fumei went to the countryside to hug the thighs of the wildest man

Ruan Niannian said: "It's okay, I don't like brats."

Jiang Ran has never heard of a bad boy. He and his wife are both human beings, so they shouldn't be able to give birth to a bad boy.

Fearing that the brat in her mouth might not be the same as what he thought, Jiang Ran questioned, "The brat?"

"I don't like the kind who bully the weak and make trouble, but if they are like sweet girls, obedient and cute, I like it."

Ruan Niannian gave Jiang Ran an example, and suddenly realized something was wrong, why would Jiang Ran suddenly ask her about having a baby.

The footsteps stopped suddenly, and he leaned towards Jiang Ran and said in a low voice: "If it's our children, I like them both."

Jiang Ran's ears turned red and he coughed lightly, but the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

I thought to myself, their child must not be a bear child, their child must be like her daughter-in-law, look white and clean, so what kind of coward, can't be mentioned with their child.

The two went together to return the tools, and then went home to cook.

Usually, most of the time when Jiang Ran was off work, Ruan Niannian had already cooked the meal. Today, the two of them went home together, washed and went into the kitchen.

Jiang Ran strikes.

Ruan Niannian was cooking, neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was exceptionally good.

The thick white fish soup is stewed, and finely chopped shallots are sprinkled at the end. Jiang Ran, who only drank the fish soup and did farm work for a day, can’t get enough to eat. There are more than 30 eggs at home and bought from the backyard. It can be said Is rich.

I also fried a green pepper egg with steamed buns and millet porridge.

Ruan Niannian ate little, drank half a bowl of fish soup and ate half a mixed noodle steamed bun, and then put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Jiang Ran frowned, his wife's appetite was not as much as the kitten's, but he was also used to her appetite.

The chefs in the state-run restaurant were not as skilled as her daughter-in-law. Jiang Ran drank two bowls of fish soup, ate two steamed buns, and drank a bowl of millet porridge.

Ruan Niannian sighed: "If my parents see you eating, they will be very satisfied."

Jiang Ran slightly raised his eyes to look at her.

Ruan Niannian continued: "I like to eat a lot, but I eat little. My parents are worried when they see it, and they like children who eat well."

Both Lu Xingyun and Ruan Wenchao were afraid that she would suffer from malnutrition, and the chefs at home were all specially recruited masters.

Speaking of his parents, Ruan Niannian misses him a little.

Jiang Ran also noticed it: "When can I go back to the city, I will take you back to your home."

Ruan Niannian smiled, but didn't tell Jiang Ran that she might never see her parents again. The original owner's parents didn't like the original owner, and she didn't like the original owner's parents either.

Not all places are as harmonious as Ruan Niannian's, on the Lin's dining table.

Lin Jingxin looked at Song Ciming's shaking hands holding chopsticks, and felt distressed: "Father, Brother Ciming is from the city, and he has never done this kind of heavy work. How can he bear it? You ask the captain to change his job." Bar."

Lin Zhiming glanced at Song Ciming, thinking that when he was off work, people in the village were complaining about him, why Song Ciming hoeed the peanuts when they were out, why the work was too slow, and things were delayed. Those women picking peanuts were willing to follow Jiang Ran so as not to delay the matter.

Lin Zhishu himself is a veteran at work, and his sons are also good at work. The more he looks at this son-in-law, the more he dislikes him.

"What job do you want to change? Is there anyone who has been in the countryside for two years without going to the farm? Where do you get your food and drink? No, you are married too, and you have all been separated."

As soon as Lin Jingxin heard this, she knew that her father was angry, and said in a low voice reluctantly: "Father, didn't you say that you should let me go to school to be a teacher, why are you in the field now?"

Secretary Lin took a sip of the soup: "The autumn harvest is now, and the school is on holiday. Where can I get him to be a teacher? After the autumn harvest is over."

It will take at least a month from the start of the autumn harvest to the time when the food is planted. How can Brother Ming endure a month.

Lin Jingxin felt that eating was boring, bit her lip and suddenly pulled Song Ciming's hand over: "Father, look at Brother Ciming's hand, it's covered with blisters, it's all bruised and bleeding. "

Secretary Lin took a look. Song Ciming's hands were really miserable. At first glance, he looked like someone who had never worked. He looked up at Song Ciming again.

Song Ciming shrank his hands back: "I'm fine."

Party Secretary Lin looked at it and sighed in his heart. The work from this city is not good enough. When he was about to speak, a woman in her 30s at a table saw her.

"Hey, if you want me to say, our family Ciming is still a lucky person. I heard from Jingtang that he went to work in the fields when he was ten years old. Since he was a child, his hands were full of calluses, and now they can't be worn away. gone."

"It's fine if you do more work. It's not a big deal. Su Zhiqing said that if you don't participate in labor, you don't have a sense of collective honor. Dad, you are the party secretary, so you can't do it."

Lin Jingxin didn't expect her sister-in-law to intervene, her eyes widened: "Sister-in-law, you...!"

With a few words, Party Secretary Lin's thoughts were dispelled: "Okay, shut up, your sister-in-law is right."

"Do you still want to let him enter the school as a teacher? If you really want to label him as having no collective honor, don't mention any teacher, it's impossible."

Lin Jingxin held back what she was going to say in an instant, and hated that so-called Su Zhiqing in her heart. At this moment, she hated Su Zhiqing more than Ruan Niannian.

Ruan Niannian has been picking up peanuts in the field for two days, but the initial novelty is gone, and she is secretly doing foreign work.

Suddenly someone from the edge of the field called her: "Ruan Zhiqing, someone is looking for you."

Ruan Niannian turned around and saw Yang Guifen riding a bicycle, she was standing on the ground.

Here comes the money!

Ruan Niannian stood up in an instant, patted the dirt on her body, and went over.

Knowing that Ruan Niannian went to work in the fields, Yang Guifen couldn't help but feel a little proud. Now that she is a small officer in the commune, she doesn't have to go to the fields like this.

When Ruan Niannian came, he couldn't help but look a little arrogant: "This is 120 yuan, here you are."

Ruan Niannian counted the money, put it away, and took out an IOU to Yang Guifen.

Yang Guifen tore it off instantly: "I don't owe you any more, you should work hard in the field."

"You know how Comrade Yang got his position. If you don't want to be more arrogant, you will come to accompany me."

This was a blatant threat. Yang Guifen showed a little complacency just now, but she was beaten down in an instant. Looking at Ruan Niannian, she showed a friendly smile again: "Niannian, I will pay you back, we are still friends."

"Don't worry, as long as you don't dance in front of me, I don't care about your affairs. It's just that your work came suddenly, and I may not be the only one who doubts you."

Ruan Niannian turned and went back after speaking.

Yang Guifen looked at her back with an ugly expression on her face.

He obviously didn't marry Song Ciming, but just married a land/lord son, so he is so proud, what is there to be proud of.

Everyone in the village knew that Yang Guifen owed Ruan Niannian money, and everyone was a little envious when they saw her come back.

120 yuan!Even if you save for two years, you won't be able to save.

"I forgot to ask my son to marry that lazy woman. It costs more than 100 yuan. My son is much better than Jiang Ran."

"Hey, when will your son be better than Jiang Ran?"

"Why isn't my son better than Jiang Ran? My family is better."

"You didn't listen to what Ruan Niannian said, people only like good-looking people."

"The little girls from the city only look at one face. Recently, the educated youth Su has often mentioned Jiang Ran. He is obviously interested in Jiang Ran. I don't think it's surprising that Jiang Ran will divorce that lazy woman someday. When the time comes, I will let my son marry her, and she will still be grateful to my son—"