Rebirth at Seventy: Counterattack on Life

"Oh, yes, I'm fine now anyway, so feel free to buy it, I can deliver it to your home if you want."

Song Zhengyang was nearby and nodded immediately when he heard this.

Even if he buys too many bicycles to carry them, he can still get a donkey cart to pull them back.

Director Xiao Song is indeed a good person. He has outstanding work ability, is loyal to his word, and is so enthusiastic about helping his comrades. If he wants to advance to become a big leader in the future, she will not need to lobby, but she will have to actively help him canvass votes.

"Then bring me fifty jins of sorghum rice and ten jins of corn flour."

Zhou Jinxin calculated the money in his hand and said boldly.

Judging by the way her mother was picking and swishing, she estimated that if she wanted to buy some stick noodles, she would have to buy the ones with sand in them. If she didn't buy some food, the older girls in the family would soon be out of shape.

Her father couldn't bear the thought of eating wild vegetables in his cornbread all day long.

A large scale was carried by two people and weighed by hooking the grain bags.

Zhou Jinxin looked at the high tilted scale beam and the handful of sorghum rice he grabbed into the sack, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Director Xiao Song is a nice person and a good friend.

"Carry it."

The friend sealed the mouth of the grain bag and lifted it onto Song Zhengyang's shoulder.

"Let me do it."

As soon as Zhou Jinxin opened his mouth, he saw Director Xiao Song already squatting and carrying the grain bag on his shoulders.

He also carried some leftover corn noodles with his other hand and left the grain station first.

"This person, after finishing his work, leaves without even saying hello. This is a friend we can no longer get along with."

The friend looked at his back with a smile and said to Zhou Jinxin with a smile.

"Thank you so much for today."

Zhou Jinxin looked at Song Zhengyang who had already walked out and said embarrassedly.

Instead of using food stamps, I was given a low price and got a handful of extra rice. This was no small favor.

"It's okay, we are all our own people. If you need anything in the future, just come directly. You don't have to take him with you. He has a bad temper."

The friend said nonchalantly.

Anyway, he would find anything bad with that boy Song Zhengyang. There was no reason for him to pursue that girl and put himself at a disadvantage.

"This one just straps into the back seat."

Song Zhengyang quickly tied the bag of sorghum rice to the back seat and hung the corn noodles on the handlebar on one side.

It's not lightweight, and the handlebars are a little crooked.

"I'm talking about you, do you want Comrade Xiao Zhou to follow you back?"

Looking at Song Zhengyang with a bright smile on his face, his friend suspected that this person was not very bright.

"if not?"

Song Zhengyang looked at the cross brace in front of the car. He couldn't let Comrade Xiao Zhou sit here. If someone saw this, they would think that the two of them had some improper relationship.

"Hey, do you really have to ride a bike?"

The friend winked at him and said meaningfully.

What kind of car are you riding? Find a donkey cart to pull you over. You just happen to go to the girl's house to see. Can her parents not leave food at home?

When the time comes, I will have a few drinks with my future father-in-law and talk about how great my job is, how great my family is, and how outstanding I am. Isn’t this my daughter-in-law?

However, Song Zhengyang was not the person who could understand this look at all.

"What's wrong with you again? If you have nothing to do, go back as soon as possible and work hard. Don't think about fooling around all day long. Otherwise, I'll file a complaint with your father."

Song Zhengyang not only didn't understand, but he also gave this man who only thought about him a lesson sternly.

"Haha, good on you, go ahead and go back if you like."

My friend had an expression on his face as if he was showing me my charming eyes to a blind man. He stroked his forehead with one hand and waved helplessly with the other hand.

You deserve it, you are so old and have no partner, so you should be single.

"Well, Director Xiao Song, thank you very much for today. I'd better go back by myself."

Zhou Jinxin met Song Zhengyang and was waiting for her to go with him.

She's not being pretentious either.

However, it's not a good idea to have someone else deliver her. Moreover, with the way he delivered her, she might not be able to get home even after dark.

If the neighbors see a gay man and send her back, there must be no misunderstanding?

At that time, even if she told her mother about breaking the sky, her mother would not believe that they had nothing to do with each other.

Besides, if they really send her back, should they invite her in for a cup of tea? Do they want to save a meal if they catch up with the meal?

What to eat?Do you put soybean paste on the pancake?

Oops, I'd better go on my own.

"Comrade Xiao Zhou, you don't have to be polite. I have nothing to do anyway. How can you take so many things back?"

Director Xiao Song frowned slightly when he saw Zhou Jinxin's refusal.

"Does Comrade Xiao Zhou dislike him?"

"Zhou Jinxin?"

Zhou Jinxin was just saying something when she heard someone calling her from behind.

"Ok?"

"Brother Chen, you are here to buy something too."

Looking back, I saw it was Aunt Chen's second son from next door. Zhou Jinxin greeted him warmly.

This second brother Chen works in a light bulb factory in their town. Why did he come to the county today? Isn't it a coincidence?

"Yes, your sister-in-law heard from someone that the county supply and marketing cooperative has some good products, and she has to come and take a look. Didn't I just deliver them to her? She has to go back to town now, and she has to go to work at night. Woolen cloth.

Are you here to buy something? "

Brother Chen looked at the pile of things on Zhou Jin's hands and said.

"No, a few friends and I also came to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things. We bought a little too much and were about to go back."

Zhou Jinxin picked up the thing on his hand and said.

"That's just right. Let me take it back to you. It will save you the trouble of walking so far."

Brother Sun thought Zhou Jinxin only had the things he had on hand, so he enthusiastically wanted to take her back.

"That's good.

Director Xiao Song, I won't bother you. My neighbor just happens to be able to go back together. "

Zhou Jinxin put down the things in his hands and quickly untied the food tied to the back seat.

Holding corn noodles in one hand, he jumped into the car and waved to Song Zhengyang, telling him to give him the rice bag, for fear that he would forget to take it.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, how can you carry me back?"

Song Zhengyang looked at the pile of things and Zhou Jinxin.

"It's okay. I'll sit with the food in my arms, and hang other things on the handlebars. It'll be just right for balance."

As he said that, Zhou Jinxin really hung the corn noodles and other things he bought on the handlebars on both sides. It happened that there was weight on both sides and they would not tilt to one side.

After that, she easily jumped onto the back seat of Brother Chen's bicycle.

Song Zhengyang picked up the rice bag and handed it to Zhou Jinxin carefully.

He got an appreciative look from her.

As expected, he handed it over without having to speak.

Zhou Jinxin smiled and waved goodbye, looking very relaxed.

"Then, please be safe on the road."

Song Zhengyang was dumbfounded when he saw Zhou Jinxin's operation. How could Comrade Zhou, a thin and weak lesbian, be able to hold such a heavy rice bag?

Can you still hold the rice bag with one hand and say goodbye to him with the other?This is incredible.

Could it be that I feel heavy because I am too thin and not strong enough?

Director Xiao Song's mind was full of questions and he doubted himself for a while, and looked down at his hands.

It shouldn’t be, he has the qualities of a working people.