Teacher Xiao Zhong's adventures in the countryside

The three of them drank a bottle of baijiu and a barrel of rice wine. Yuan Huhu couldn't speak clearly, and he lay on the table unsteadily, still feeling unhappy, shouting for more to drink, and whoever stopped him.

Uncle Yi had no choice but to ask Zhong Yiqiu to buy another bottle of liquor.

Zhong Yiqiu didn't ask for the money from Uncle Yi, and went out with a flashlight. Xiao Mingye picked up his coat and threw it to him, "Put on an extra coat."

His clothes were full of the smell of alcohol, smoke and sweat. Although Xiao Mingye didn't usually smoke, Zhong Yiqiu felt that these mixed smells were like Xiao Mingye's smell, calm, powerful and harmonious. Lonely.

He wrapped his clothes tightly and rushed into the bleak night of late autumn.

After buying the wine, Yuan Huhu was already asleep, snoring loudly.

Uncle Yi didn't know what to say to Xiao Mingye, both of them had serious expressions.

The three looked at Yuan Huhu who was sprawled on the bed and looked at each other, not knowing what to do with him.

Uncle Yi said to let him sleep in his own room, two people squeezed together, but Uncle Yi's room is a single bed, two people would definitely not be able to sleep if squeezed together, the most important thing is Yuan Huo's snoring sounds like shouting, No one can stay in the same room with him at all.

In the end, Xiao Mingye made a decision and let Uncle Yi sleep in his room, and he and Zhong Yiqiu squeezed in for the night.

After fetching water to wash, Zhong Yiqiu got into the bed and tore off the quilt. The two of them stared at the thin quilt with red background and white flowers and finally realized that there was only one quilt, and they wanted to sleep in the same bed!

Zhong Yiqiu saw him walking towards the window and wanted to take out a cigarette, so she deliberately said generously and rascally, "Don't be coy, go to sleep! They are all old men, and no one is more important than the other!"

Xiao Mingye didn't look at him, pretending to be calm and melancholy, "Go to bed first, I'll smoke a cigarette."

"Stop smoking, the smell is all over your body, it will kill me in a while." Zhong Yiqiu reprimanded him.

Xiao Mingye obediently withdrew his hands that had been put in his pockets, stroked his hard hair, and began to undress.

Zhong Yiqiu usually sleeps in a vest, but today, to avoid embarrassment, she wore a close-fitting long-sleeved T-shirt.

Xiao Mingye, who slept shirtless all winter, even sacrificed himself by barely wearing a vest.

"Turn off the lights," Zhong Yiqiu said.

Xiao Mingye slept on the outside, stretched out his hand to pull the light cord, and instantly fell into darkness.

People who drink alcohol have an uncontrollable hotness in their bodies, and their hot and heavy breath enters the dark night like thick ink, which is the ambiguity of blending.

It's quite warm to sleep next to him, Zhong Yiqiu thought.

"If you don't have enough money, I'll borrow it for you," Zhong Yiqiu said suddenly.

Xiao Mingye snorted with a snort, "What if I don't make it?"

Zhong Yiqiu was still too ignorant of worldly affairs, she didn't expect to receive such an answer out of kindness, she turned sideways and asked nervously, "Will you still be there?"

He took up the quilt as soon as he got up, and the cold wind poured into the quilt from the gap between the two of them. Xiao Mingye told him to get down quickly and tucked the quilt up, with a smile in his voice, "Don't worry, I'll pay you back if you don't pay the money." You, okay?"

Zhong Yiqiu knew that he was teasing herself again, so she stopped talking.

Xiao Mingye was afraid that he would really piss him off, so he continued to explain, "It's still uncertain, whether it will happen or not."

Zhong Yiqiu asked: "How can you say it's not accurate? Director Yuan has already agreed."

"What he said doesn't count. There are also the village chief and brigade secretary, but he is willing to help, so it will be easier," Xiao Mingye said, feeling a little hot, and pulled his arms out of the quilt.

The two of them had been tacitly not mentioning the matter of road construction, Zhong Yiqiu thought about it and asked tentatively, "Is what Gao Xiaobao said true?"

"Not yet," Xiao Mingye replied.

"Then you dare to go to Bun Mountain?" Zhong Yiqiu was frightened and asked anxiously.

Xiao Mingye lay upright, but Zhong Yiqiu's mood changed too quickly, turning over and stretching his legs, and his bare legs rubbed against him several times.

"I guess it's true," he replied.

Zhong Yiqiu couldn't stand the stimulation, turned over, and accidentally kicked Xiao Mingye's hairy leg again, "Can you do it? How can such a big decision be based on guesswork!"

Xiao Mingye turned his head to see him staring at himself with his head down, his eyes filled with the most genuine concern and worry.

His heart softened into a puddle of water, and he said seriously, "I'm sure I'm right, do you believe me?"

Although he was usually called Second Brother and Second Brother when joking, everyone called him Second Brother, like a nickname. Xiao Mingye called himself his brother in such a serious manner, Zhong Yiqiu felt novel and shy.

He didn't have an older brother, not even a cousin, but he never envied others who had older brothers, because his sister was stronger than his older brothers, and the boys around him were no match for him.

But my sister still likes playing rubber bands, throwing handkerchiefs, playing house, and dislikes pushing hoops, playing with sand, and riding a horse to fight. Zhong Yiqiu also fantasized when she was a child, what would happen if she had an older brother, would there be no one else? Dare to bully him, and you can also bully others...

This morning, I checked and recited the multiplication formula, and only a small half of the students could finish it. Zhong Yiqiu could only adopt the method passed down by her predecessors, and issued a rigid notice. She would check again after school in the last class in the afternoon, and only those who recited it could go home.

After lunch, Xiao Mingye said that he wanted to visit Yuan Huhu and ask about what he said that night, so Zhong Yiqiu went to the office first.

Everyone hasn't arrived yet, only a few female colleagues, laughing and chatting happily.

Zhong Yiqiu went in to say hello, Zheng Xiaoping, who was teaching the pre-class, stopped him, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Zhong is here, we are talking about good things, will you listen?"

She looks 27 or [-] years old. Women in the countryside look older than their actual age because they do farm work all year round and are exposed to the wind and sun, but she is different. Her skin is very fair and her dress is very fashionable.

Zhong Yiqiu mentioned it when listening to other teachers chatting. Her uncle seems to be the secretary of the Deying Brigade. Her family conditions are also good. Her parents have no sons, and her husband is a door-to-door son-in-law. He is very capable, so the female teachers envy her She enjoys good fortune, does not have to do farm work and is not affected by her in-laws.

She teased Zhong Yiqiu, and Li Qinghong next to her lowered her head and patted her shyly.

"What's the matter, I'm sorry." Zheng Xiaoping may have been with preschool children often, and she was a little bit awkward when speaking, "Mr. Zhong, Mr. Liu is pregnant. Do you think it's a good thing?"

Zhong Yiqiu unconsciously glanced at Liu Qinghong's stomach, but saw nothing.

Seeing his surprised and puzzled eyes, the female teachers laughed together, Zhong Yiqiu quickly turned her eyes away, blushing dripping with blood.

"Okay! Mr. Zhong is still an unmarried child, how can he stand up to your shameless troubles!" Zheng Xiaoping smiled and waved to stop him.

A fat teacher next to him said, "Where are you still a child! Teacher Zhong, are you 20?" No matter whether Zhong Yiqiu answered or not, he continued, "A man who is 20 years old had full hair 10 years ago!"

Hahahahaha!

Zhong Yiqiu: "..."

Most of the five or six female teachers in their 30s and [-]s are married. In rural areas, unmarried girls are girls. They should be reserved when speaking, and avoid male customers a little. As if liberating her nature, she can talk casually, and men of the same generation can even make pornographic jokes.

Seeing Zhong Yiqiu's red lips and white teeth, she blushes when she teases her, and she doesn't reply, she stands aggrieved and at a loss, her standard pair of phoenix eyes look bright.

They seemed to have discovered a new world, and no matter what they were talking about, they started to tease him one by one.

Zhong Yiqiu heard what they said became more and more explicit, her face seemed to be on fire, she hurriedly opened the door and fled.

Behind is the louder hahahahaha...

In the last class in the afternoon, I checked the recitation. Sure enough, the students still had to force me to recite it for a little while in the morning, but I was locked in the classroom in the afternoon. Whoever could recite it would go to the door to ask Zhong Yiqiu to recite it. If the recitation was correct, they could go home.

As a result, it was less than 10 minutes after school. Although some memorizers stumbled, they almost finished memorizing everything, except for the special case of Yuan Yan, and a few people with poor qualifications.

But Zhong Yiqiu didn't dare to stay longer, now that it was getting dark early, the students went back too late, without companions, and the road was not safe.

Let them go home and carry them, and come over tomorrow morning to check.

Zhong Yiqiu packed his things and went back to the office. At noon, Uncle Yi said that he was going to make dumplings tonight, so he was so greedy that he wanted to go back quickly.

Turning around the corridor of the third grade, I saw Qing Hong coming out from behind, holding a large bunch of freshly picked wild chrysanthemums, met Zhong Yiqiu, and greeted Zhong Yiqiu in a low voice.

In Zhong Yiqiu's impression, she is a weak and timid person, she always speaks in a low voice, and rarely raises her eyes to look at people.

"Miss Liu, I forgot at noon, congratulations on becoming a mother," Zhong Yiqiu said to her with a smile.

Liu Qinghong didn't expect him to congratulate him so formally, and she was stupid and didn't know how to answer, so she could only smile as a thank you.

"Picking chrysanthemums? You have to pay attention to your body now," Zhong Yiqiu was also very anxious, not knowing what to say, so he could only persuade him clumsily.

"My wife got angry, soaked chrysanthemums in the sun to drink," Liu Qinghong replied.

Zhong Yiqiu thought of the bruises on her face when she met her in the infirmary last time, and Uncle Yi said that her men often beat her, and hearing her say such things again, she felt mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

Back in the yard, Uncle Yi had already made dozens of dumplings, and Wang Wenjun was watching with his hands.

"Why didn't you pack it?" Zhong Yiqiu asked him.

"I won't," the answer was very natural.

"Could it be that you will?" Wang Wenjun continued to ask.

He—of course—wouldn't!

"I can learn," Zhong Yiqiu was very modest, feeling that he had won in terms of attitude.

He took off his clothes and rolled up his sleeves, and put on a full posture. Just like Uncle Yi, he picked up a piece of dough, stuffed it with stuffing, and squeezed it slowly. Although it was ugly, it was at least wrapped up.

Zhong Yiqiu glanced at Wang Wenjun proudly.

"You go and make that pot of stuffing. Xiao Mingye doesn't like leeks and eggs, so he specially made lotus root meat." Uncle Yi pointed to a small red pot on the stove.

"I also want to eat lotus root meat, but I don't want to eat his wrapped ones," Wang Wenjun said with disgust.

"Those who don't work don't have to do so much, go get some firewood," Uncle Yi sent him to work.

Zhong Yiqiu took a look at the pot, and saw that the pot was full of stuffing, she was surprised, "Do you have to pack all these stuffing?"

"Well, Xiao Mingye likes to eat dumplings," said Uncle Yi.

"Then you can't eat so much? You can pack dozens more!" Zhong Yiqiu took a basin and sat down beside her.

After being silent for a while, Uncle Yi kept his hands in his hand, his eyes drooping as if he was telling a story, "When he came to Yuanjiazhuang when he was a child, the whole family, including his mother, hated him. It was okay to open his mouth to eat more. Because of blood relationship, Yuan Rongzhao often beat him and didn't give him food."

Zhong Yiqiu paused in his hands, restraining the sourness surging in his heart.

Uncle Yi went on to say, "We eat dumplings on New Year's Eve, and the whole family eats stuffed meat. I wrapped him 10 radish stuffings. I just made them for others to see and gossip. When he was an outsider, he only cooked dumpling skins for him to eat."

"It's too much, is this still human!" Zhong Yiqiu couldn't control it, and dropped the dumpling wrapper in his hand.