Ding!Your golden finger has been delivered

With the savings, Fangzheng started shopping in the supermarket in his mind happily.

This supermarket has undergone changes since a month ago, and its scale has changed from a small convenience store to a serious supermarket in the community.

The items placed in each block are clearly defined. Of course, the products to choose from are not as rich as in real supermarkets. There is only one of each type, but the variety is very complete, whether it is grain, oil, non-staple food or various daily necessities.

Fangzhengxin did not lack food, but thinking that the aunts in the village had to soak their hands in icy water to treat their fur in winter, which turned red, swollen and purple, and had a lot of chilblains on their hands, so he simply spent 50 gratitude points , exchanged for 50 pairs of plush gloves.

The exterior of the gloves is made of industrial leather, waterproof and windproof, and the interior is lined with thick cotton fleece, which is warm at first glance.

In addition, he also exchanged a few tubes of frostbite ointment, scraped off the words on them, opened it and smelled it, the fragrance is quiet, without industrial smell, it looks like a good thing.

The price is still cheap, 5 gratitude points per tube.

In just one click, he spent a lot of the gratitude points he earned today.

Fang Zhengxin comforted himself that the wool comes from sheep, and he must pay attention to sustainable development.When I saw a high-quality thermal vest, I suddenly thought of someone on duty at the border, shaking my hands, and spent the last bit of gratitude.

Taking the thermal vest out of the locker, he held it in his hand and looked at it. It was worthy of nearly 50 appreciation value.

The tentacles are as warm as the sun, and they are extremely light. They almost feel nothing when worn on the body, and it does not affect the movement at all.

Holding the vest and having fun for a while, seeing that it was getting late, I got up and went to prepare dinner.

Because it was the first meal after moving here, and also the first official meal with He Xingzhou, he cooked it quite grandly, fried meatballs, stewed chicken soup, and pulled out a few juicy cabbage hearts from the ground, attached to them. The butter is fried together, and the fragrance wafts far away.

So when He Xingzhou came back, not only did he find his residence clean and tidy, but he also enjoyed delicious food.

It has to be said that Fang Zhengxin's culinary skills in this world are quite good, and the seasoning of each dish is just right, just right for his appetite.

The chicken soup was delicious, the meatballs were crispy and juicy, and even the cabbage heart was tender and sweet. In addition, people kept adding vegetables to him. Before he knew it, he ate too much and punched in the yard to digest it.

Seeing that Fang Zhengxin wanted to boil water and wash the dishes, he quickly stopped him: "You have done enough work today, go to the meeting, and I will clean up later."

"Okay." The former put the bucket in his hand, "You must be stronger than me, go to the courtyard to fetch some water, and boil a big pot, we will take a bath later."

For convenience, He Xingzhou specially hired well-drillers to dig a well in their yard.

He flexed his muscles and bones, took the bucket, and lifted it lightly. He lifted up a bucket full of water and poured it into the cauldron.

Fang Zhengxin looked at his relaxed movements and was a little surprised. He didn't know that he thought he was carrying an empty bucket.

After the two finished washing, He Xingzhou sat on the bed and watched Fang Zhengxin linger for a long time, took out a small vest from the cabinet, and pretended to be casual: "The border is so cold, don't get sick from the cold, wear this vest tomorrow. go out."

The trembling voice revealed the tension in his heart.

He Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, took the vest, and found that it was really a good thing. If Fang Zheng wanted to buy it, he would definitely have to pay a lot of blood.

Thinking of this, he was a little proud and warm-hearted, and said in a deep voice, "Give it to me?"

"Take it as a gift for you!"

Knowing that the source was suspicious, He Xingzhou pretended not to know, immediately put on the vest, looked at him and smiled, "It fits very well, thank you."

Although his modified physique is useless, this kind of heart is the most important thing to him.

The atmosphere became inexplicably ambiguous, and Fangzheng felt anxious, as if being chased by a wild dog, he hurried to the desk and shouted: "I'm going to start studying, you should go to bed first!"

"Okay, you learn first, I can read books."

Under the warm yellow light, young people are studying textbooks, while young people are reading a novel, harmonious and warm.

Fangzheng was learning and learning, but suddenly his heart felt sore, something touched somewhere in his soul, as if he was in a certain place, and he was with this person, he studied hard, and that person was with him all the time, giving him answer question.

Unable to bear turning his head, he glanced at the book in He Xingzhou's hand, and found that the cover was a string of English, he was immediately surprised, walked up to him, and put his head on it.

"what happened?"

He Xingzhou made room for him, vacated his right hand, and surrounded the young man in a void.

Seeing the title of the book, he realized that it was a foreign literature. With a straight face, he said a little seriously: "You can read this book at home, but you must not take it out outside."

Special treatment in special times, if he hadn't been strict enough to hide all the books at home in the supermarket before the arrival of the Revolutionary Committee, he wouldn't have gotten away so easily.

Seeing He Xingzhou's indifferent face, Fang Zhengxin thought he didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, and emphasized: "Did you listen to me? Don't take it out outside... Forget it, you will take the book Put them all at home, I will hide them for you during the day, and ask me for them at night.”

Even if the village is remote, he can't take it lightly. He is scared now and plans to put all these things in the supermarket locker.

He was too worried that those people wearing red armbands would rush into their homes and find them. Even if He Xingzhou was fine, his political career would be affected.

"Understood." He Xingzhou simply hugged him, and flicked on his forehead, "What a little housekeeper, how much do you have to worry about every day?"

Fang Zhengxin glared at him, walked to the desk with his hands and feet, and continued to study.

He was still young, only 25 years old when he resumed the college entrance examination, and he was not much different from a serious college student.

And... He glanced behind him and thought carefully: He Xingzhou's identity is the battalion commander, he is still so young, and he will definitely rise in the future. If he doesn't work hard to catch up, the identity between the two The gap will only grow wider.

The gold content of the first batch of college students after the resumption of the college entrance examination is quite high. As long as they perform well in school, they will be reused everywhere. He must work hard enough to shorten the distance with this person.

It was nearly eleven o'clock, and He Xingzhou turned off the lights. This world is different from the campus plane. Judging from Fang Zhengxin's previous qualifications and experience in school, as long as he studies diligently, it is almost certain that he will be admitted to Kyoto University. thing.

And Tiandao's requirements for the protagonist are not in this, so there is no need to study hard.

"Put the book away and read it tomorrow. If you don't sleep, be careful not to grow taller."

This sentence has always worked for young people, Fang Zhengxin didn't contradict him when he heard it.

Hastily climbed into bed, lay down and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, after he was asleep, He Xingzhou felt the people around him roll into his arms unconsciously.

Oh, this familiar feeling of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai and having difficulty breathing.

Basically every man whose girlfriend has restless sleep or has a fat cat feels deeply.

And he happened to have a little boyfriend who liked to hug things while sleeping.

No matter how many worlds he experienced and how many identities he changed, Fang Zhengxin's sleeping position remained the same. He shook his head with a smile, adjusted his head, and changed him to a comfortable position before continuing to sleep.

In the darkness, Fang Zhengxin suddenly uttered a few ravings, his lips parted slightly, as if he was sleeping more soundly.

Early the next morning, after eating a loving breakfast prepared by someone, He Xingzhou was full of energy, and returned to the army wearing a thermal vest.

Before leaving, he turned around and made a special statement: "I have a mission tomorrow, so I won't be coming back tonight. You stay at home alone and pay attention to safety, and go to the captain if you have anything to do."

There is no way, the troops are strictly managed, just because he is the battalion commander, and he is under the nose of everyone, and accidents will happen after he leaves for a while.

He was able to come back every night because he used a trick to put a double on the bed. The double was warm and breathing, but it didn't move, and he pretended to be asleep so that no one would find him.

It's a pity that he needs to organize soldiers to have a special night training in the snow tonight, to test the soldiers' physical fitness and reaction speed, and to classify them into groups. This is a job that can't be replaced by a double, and it's very important, so he had to sacrifice the time he spends with the boy .

Hearing this, Fangzheng's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he also knew that what he was going to do must be a big deal, so he patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, I'm doing well in the village, and the village chief said he would take me to collect radishes today !"

"Okay, you are amazing."

He Xingzhou waved his hand and walked away under his watch.

Fang Zhengxin sighed, and went back to the yard, which was empty and indifferent, and went to the backyard to feed the chickens. He walked towards the center of the village, just in time to bump into someone who was looking for him.

"Captain? Why are you here in person?"

"Everyone is busy at this time, go quickly, I will take you to the field."

In the hearts of farmers, nothing is as important as the output of the field. The temperature in Mobei is low. It can be said that whether they can eat two bites of vegetables in winter depends entirely on the harvest of radish and cabbage in the field.

So he didn't gossip at all, and directly took Fang Zhengxin to the field. It was still early, the north wind was blowing, and the villagers' faces were flushed from the cold, but there was a lot of joy on their faces.

When Aunt Niu saw him, she quickly greeted him: "Xiao Fang, you are here, you are a good boy, come here!"

Fang Zhengxin walked over, took the basket in his hand, carried it on his shoulder, and transported it to the wooden cart on the field ridge.

Everyone saw that he didn't speak when he came, and they worked silently and proactively, and they were very satisfied. Compared with those who steal and play tricks, rural people obviously prefer young people who are down-to-earth and willing to work.

The village head is getting old, so everyone will naturally not let him go to the field. He came here just to play a role in calming the sea. He was smoking a pipe on the ridge of the field. When he saw the captain passing by, he coughed twice.

Song Jianye knew that his uncle had something to say, so he quickly stopped the pen and paper in his hand, and pretended to listen attentively.

"Look at those educated youths." The village head pointed at another field with a cigarette pipe. There were also many young people there, but they shouted cold while working, and had to rest after pulling out two radishes. It's fierce, but the efficiency is extremely low.

It's been a long time, and two points of land have not been confiscated.

The contrast between the two fields was too tragic, and Song Jianye was also a little dissatisfied. He thought that the old man couldn't understand the style of those people, and promised: "Don't worry, old man, I'll talk to them right now."

The author has something to say:

The author has been soloing from mother to child so far, and has struggled with emotional dramas. If friends feel awkward, please bear with me. I really have no experience.

Happy New Year's Eve, there should be another update today.