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"Forget it, when you get better, go to work and ask them to come home for a meal. Don't make them feel uncomfortable." Meng Wantang turned back to the three children and said, "You three lie down on the kang and go to sleep."

"Mom, it's hot in the house."

Gou Sheng didn't want to lie down in the house.

Meng Wantang thought for a while and said, "Then you three go sleep outside."

The old house has been cleaned up, and there are still many carved blue bricks that have not been burned.

She went over and built it up with bricks, then dragged the broken door panels of their house over and placed them on the built bricks. The bricks are not high, about forty centimeters. When the door panel is placed on it, it becomes a 1.8-meter-wide bed.

Just enough space to sleep three kids.

Meng Wantang put the straw mat on it, turned around and said to the three little ones: "You three can sleep here at noon. The sun doesn't shine in this place, and it's ventilated and breathable."

Gou Sheng was the first to climb up, lay down on it, and rolled twice.

"Brother, come up quickly."

Goudan wanted to hug his younger brother, but Meng Wantang didn't need his hands. She bent down to pick up the little fat boy and put him on top.

"Mom, let me put Little Fatty to sleep." Goudan lay down and patted his brother skillfully.

"..."

Meng Wantang sighed inwardly.

How can such a good son who is so sensible and can help take care of the children be so lovable?

"Okay, you three can go to sleep. You can coax your brother at home in the afternoon. You don't have to go to work. You are not allowed to go to the river, let alone look at the flood ahead."

After all, Meng Wantang was reluctant to let the three little guys earn work points.

Goudan pursed his lips, and there was a hidden vigilance in his eyes, but Meng Wantang did not notice it.

As soon as she left, Gou Sheng whispered: "Brother, she doesn't let us earn work points. Is she trying to secretly take our work points away too?"

This is what Goudan was thinking about just now.

"Hopefully not."

Goudan fell asleep with deep thoughts.

Meng Wantang entered the room and saw Lu Qingye's face was red. She quickly reached out to touch his forehead, but he dodged it.

"What are you doing? Let me see if you have a high fever."

"No."

"No?" Meng Wantang didn't believe it, "But your face is all red. How could it be so red if you don't have a fever? Could it be because of the heat?"

The windows in the house are open, and the doors in front and back of the house are still open.

There were few people in the room at the moment and it was quite airy.

Lu Qingye's face turned even redder.

"You...you don't want to go to the toilet, do you?" Meng Wantang looked surprised, "Just wait, I will get you a spittoon."

Before Lu Qingye could refuse, Meng Wantang had already gone out.

He came back again, holding a spittoon in his hand, and reached out to take off his pants.

Lu Qingye held on tightly with his hands: "No, I will do it myself. Can you...can you go out first?"

"Can you reach it?" Meng Wantang questioned.

Lu Qingye didn't say anything. He reached for the spittoon and compared it with him.

Meng Wantang: "I didn't realize it, but your hands are quite long."

Lu Qingye: "..."

She went to the outhouse and waited for a while, but found that there was no movement inside, so she urged: "Hurry up!"

Lu Qingye's muffled voice came from the room: "Can you go to the backyard? Or the front yard."

"how?"

Is it possible that he still can't urinate while she is standing in the room?

After Meng Wantang asked smoothly, he went out.

He also stood outside and shouted: "Okay, you call me."

Lu Qingye: "..."

About 5 minutes passed.

Only then did Meng Wantang hear Lu Qingye calling her.

Gee, he is indeed a famous and positive character in the H-story. His prostate is quite good.

Meng Wantang hissed, came to his senses, and patted his head: "Meng Wantang, wake up! A good prostate does not mean that X ability is good. Even if X ability is good, it does not mean that the object is of the right size."

After all, most men can't.

Meng Wantang touched the temperature on her face. It was very good and not hot. Lu Qingye could not tell what the hell she was thinking about just now.

She entered the room openly, took the spittoon and walked outside.

Both of them felt guilty.

No one looked at the other, so naturally they didn't know that each other's faces looked like monkey butts.

Meng Wantang went to the backyard and emptied the spittoon, then took it to the front and washed it with water, then took it into the house and placed it on the edge of the kang.

"..."

Lu Qingye didn't want to see this spittoon at all.

"Wait a minute, I'll get some water and come back." Meng Wantang also handed the soap at home to Lu Qingye.

Soap is expensive.

It costs thirty-six cents.

This was used by the original owner to wash his own clothes.

Lu Qingye washed his hands carefully, took the towel, dried it and gave it to Meng Wantang: "Thank you."

"Not so polite."

Meng Wantang went out with her things, squatted in the yard, and washed her hands seriously before entering the house.

She had been working all morning and had no time to spare when she got home. She fell asleep instantly when she lay down.

Lu Qingye, on the other hand, was not sleepy at all. His deep eyes stared at Meng Wantang from time to time, and then looked down at his hands.

His face was quite solemn.

Meng Wantang slept for four to ten minutes, woke up, went out to wash her face, filled the military kettle with water, and put a gauze scarf on her head. He bent down and picked up the spittoon, placing it within reach of Lu Qingye.

"If you want to go to the toilet, you don't have to go out by yourself. You can just do it in the house. I will come back and pour it for you then."

Lu Qingye: "..."

"I'm leaving."

Meng Wantang came out of the house. The three children were still sleeping.

She took the small hoe and went to the field where she was hoeing in the morning to wait. Not long after, everyone arrived one after another.

Many people saw Meng Wantang but did not recognize him.

When I saw this person from afar, I thought, who is she?

Why do you cover your face when you go out to work? Are you so shameless?

Wait and take a closer look.

hey?

Meng Wantang?

No wonder it was so covered, it was really shameful.

They all had a tacit understanding to isolate her, and Meng Wantang was not with her either. Anyway, she was here to earn work points, not to make friends.

Friends are good but not many.

One Miao Yinhua is enough.

Just as I was thinking about it, Miao Yinhua came.

"Goudan's mother, I thought you weren't coming in the afternoon!" Miao Yinhua didn't expect Meng Wantang to be quite able to endure hardships.

When Meng Wantang heard this title, she couldn't bear it and said: "Please call me Lu Yunhe."

"Ah? Who is Lu Yunhe?"

"Lu Yunhe is Goudan's name. When the child is older, don't call him Goudan. It doesn't sound good." Meng Wantang thought of when she went to the countryside, an old man in his 70s was sitting at the door smoking.

Not far away, an old man of about the same size walked up and shouted to the old man smoking: "Goudan, come to play poker?"

Goudan held a cigarette in his mouth and said angrily: "I won't play."

"How about playing for a while?"

"You go and play with the hammer."

……

When Meng Wantang heard Goudan's name, all he could think of was the old man.

Miao Yinhua murmured in a low voice: "I haven't seen you being so particular before."

"In the past, Goudan and Gou Sheng were little, and from now on we would call him Lu Yunhe and Lu Suihe. When our little fat boy grows up, we will call him Lu Jinhe." Meng Wantang saw Miao Yinhua's speechless look and added He made a note to the original owner, "You can just call me by my name."

"Daughter-in-law Lu Qingye, are all you city people so poor and sophisticated?"