And more, I cry and ask for monthly tickets!

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When the first ray of sunlight shone on Xue Xiang's pillow in the morning, his eyes opened. This was the biological clock he had cultivated since childhood when he was practicing martial arts. When it was sunrise, he would wake up. Xue Xiangfang was about to get up, but just moved his head, and he found that his neck tightened. Looking down, he saw that the little guy's fleshy arms were wrapping his neck. Looking down, his belly was also occupied by the little guy's pink short legs, so he could move at all.

Last night, the little guy played until very late before returning home. After washing, he had sex in the bed for half a night, urging Xue Xianglian to tell a story, and performed another performance for Kang Tong before he fell asleep. Xue Xiang was worried that she would not get up after she was not sleeping enough, so she looked up and saw that the small bed on the left was empty. It was expected that Kang Tong had gone out for morning exercise, so he turned his head and looked out the window.

This is an old-fashioned paper hinged window. Most of the red paint on the edges of the window has fallen off, and the paper on the wall has turned yellow, and there are even five holes scattered on it. Last night, because of greed for the night view outside the window, the window was opened. Before going to bed, I forgot to close it, which saved Xue Xiang's pain of opening the window. Xue Xiang looked out the window, but saw that there were several clusters of green bamboos on both sides of the window. The bamboo joints were thick, and the main branches were already as tall as a cover, which seemed to have grown here for many years. The poet said: It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. I believe that the owners of this bedroom in the past should not have this kind of feelings. The belly is not enough to fill it, so who dares to be extra meat, let alone the indecent ones. The green bamboo outside the window is cheaper, Xue Daguanren, who is warm and full.

It is precisely: the green bamboos bring a refreshing air and cleanses my body from the mortal world.

Xue Xiang played with these green bamboos for a long time, and took a deep breath and did not know how many times before moving his sight. Facing the window was a small mud, at the end of which was a pond, half acre of water. The water in the pond was square, and the pond was as blue as black as a black one, sparsely growing in the pond. There were thick reeds. The pond was not big, and the vegetation was not lush. But the pond was extremely lively in the morning. Frogs who had successfully passed the winter began to clamor, and sometimes they jumped into the water with a thud; early birds flapped their wings and fluttered, causing a splash of water; the most active ones were a few outsiders, cormorants, who turned over and penetrated the water from the air, and the water surface was slightly rippled. When they soared into the air, a small fish was added to the tip of the snow-white mouth.

In the morning, everything revived and the vitality began to rise. It was the most wild time in the mountains. This magnificent nature seemed like the greatest director. This window was a screen, and the most moving movie was being staged outside the window. Xue Xiang was intoxicated and reached out to touch the cigarette. Unexpectedly, the little guy hugged it tightly and the competition was not enough. He carefully pried apart the little guy's fleshy little hands and was about to turn his head. The little hand competed again and hit it back to its original place and hugged him. He moved the little guy's little hand away. But he didn't know that before he could move, the little hand stretched out again.

Now, Xue Xiang didn't know that the little guy was making fun of it. He stretched out his hand to kiss the little guy's armpits. Sure enough, before his hands touched his skin, a string of silver bell-like laughter came. The little guy suddenly poked his head out of Xue Xiang's arms. A delicate little face pulled up on his cheeks, revealing two little tiger teeth. He smiled proudly, and he didn't realize that there were two crystal clear saliva hanging on his cheeks.

Xue Xianggang reached out and took a towel from the head of the bed. He wiped the little guy's face clean. Kang Tong carried an iron pot and a small dustpan and walked in.

"It's time for breakfast, fried dough sticks from old ginger and freshly ground soy milk, should I use it or do I put it on the bed?" Kang Tong was wearing a blue military uniform and returned from morning exercise today. He was full of energy, and his dark face was still covered with sweat.

Xue Xiang Chong Kang Tong greeted him and asked him to bring breakfast to the outside office. Then he turned over and got out of bed. After dressing two times, he was about to dress the little guy, but the little guy refused. The little guy pushed Xue Xiang away and said, "The second sister Bao is half a year younger than me. She wears her own clothes, so I don't want you to help me." Xue Xiang couldn't smile bitterly when she heard this, as if she was begging to serve you, the old Buddha, and she didn't want her own help. It was just right.

The fried dough sticks were freshly fried, crispy and strong, and the soy milk was freshly ground, and the fragrance was filled with fresh fragrance. Xue Xiang ate fried dough sticks for ten times in a row and poured a cup of soy milk. He was considered to have a round belly. After eating a mouth, he stretched his waist beautifully, but he felt that the days in the countryside were not very difficult. No wonder he, Xue Daguan, was so kind that he didn't look at his current wealth and how disconnected his life was from this era. Is it not comfortable to be guided by Mr. Qian?

I won’t talk about the chicken he ate a few days ago. Just talking about the soy milk and fried dough sticks just now, how can ordinary members of Shantun eat and afford it. The fine and white fine flour and the plump and round extra-grade soybeans were all brought back by him the day before yesterday. Even the fat used for fried fried dough sticks is not ordinary vegetable oil and soybean oil, but sesame sesame oil. The ingredients nowadays are truly pure natural and pollution-free. Can they taste unpleasant? But if you want to eat these things, without a rich purse, you don’t even think about it.

The fried dough sticks were fried too much this morning, and half a dustpan was left. Xue Xiang was about to find a mesh cover to cover them. The little guy who had previously carried a bag of fried dough sticks and ran back empty-handedly, but his little face was still wrinkled. He dragged Xue Xiang and ran out of the door, and his little mouth was still shouting: "A brother watched her and her friends eat fried dough sticks. As he looked, he fell to the ground and fell asleep. No matter how he shouted, he couldn't wake up."

Xue Xiang was shocked when he heard this, and hugged the little guy and ran out the door. Kang Tong then followed him out. Xue Xiang ran out of the door, and without the little guy pointing, he knew the location of the accident. He used to this, and there was a circle of people around the southeast corner of the threshing farm.

Xue Xiang rushed to the front and saw someone, so he shouted that the captain had come. Everyone gave in. The crowds of people in front immediately made a gap like a boat sailing, making room for them.

Xue Xiang ran into the small circle, put down the little guy, and then squatted in front of the man who fell to the ground. He looked closely and saw that it was one of the male educated youth, but he couldn't call out his name. He looked up and saw that the other seven educated youth were the tightest around him. Xue Xiang had only been in the corner of Kaoshantun for only five days. These five days were either busy with people, meetings or killing snakes. Finally, he stopped today and was about to find an opportunity to talk to several educated youths, but he didn't know that he met in this way.

Xue Xiangbi's eyes pressed on the belly, looked at the face that was not seen with blood. It was initially concluded that it was hypoglycemia. Although Xue Xiang was not a doctor, she had been practicing martial arts since she was a child. She still knew a little about the basic signs of human life. Soon, Xiao Sun, who was called by him, dragged the old medicine. Lao Yao broke the old medicine a few times at the educated youth. He took out a silver needle poured with wine, and stabbed it at an unknown acupoint on his head. The educated youth coughed and woke up. Lao Yao stood up to report the cause of the disease, which was exactly as Xue Xiang had expected before, but Lao Yao's statement was more specific - he fainted from hunger.

Xue Xiang frowned repeatedly when he heard this. Although the grain output is still low at this moment, the top management has not troubled the farmers in recent years. It has not been five years since they said that life is poor and some people cannot eat enough. He believes it! But if he says that people are hungry, he will be unbelievable no matter what.

Xue Xiangxian asked the name of the educated youth who fainted, and knew that it was Zheng Tong, and then asked why he fainted from hunger. Zheng Tong blushed, whispered, and couldn't speak.

It turned out that the educated youth had been drinking porridge for a month. Zheng Tong was a big-bellied man, but he was loyal by nature. Every time he drank porridge, he would give the rice to Zhong Yuemin, a fellow villager in Chuncheng who was so hungry every night. Today, he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he circled in the threshing ground. It happened that the little guy was carrying a bag of fried dough sticks and came to the designated "spoiler" location to share it with the dolls. When the dolls saw the golden fried dough sticks, they were not polite. After they got it, they stuffed it into their mouths. This time, it took Zheng Tong's life. Seeing the golden fried dough sticks with oil, the hunger in his belly was already burning; seeing the sweet look of the dolls eating, he couldn't stand it anymore, and fell to the ground. At the moment of losing consciousness, the word "fried dough sticks" echoed in his mind.

How could Zheng Tong say such an embarrassing thing be said? A female educated youth named Jiang Biyun told the reason. Xue Xiang was really hungry when he heard this. This...

I helped educated youth drink porridge for a month and had to go to the fields to work on weekdays. Isn’t this a murder?

After hearing this, Xue Xiang ran towards the west wing where the educated youth lived without saying a word. The west wing and the captain's office where he was located were not far away, ten meters away. This west wing is not the main house that ordinary people call. The wing house is a two-in-one dirt house, which is short and small, one house lives in a man and the other house is all Datong shop. The male educated youth only has people, so a simple stove is built in the room of the male educated youth.

Xue Xiang ran into the earthen house, headed straight to the stove, and took off the lid of the pot, but saw that it was really porridge in the pot, and it could not even be called porridge. It was barely called rice soup, and the porridge was so clear that it could reveal a human figure.

Xue Xiang walked in the door with his feet forward, and a group of people watching the fun followed in. Xue Xiang rushed to Li Yongjun in the crowd and scolded: "Captain Li, I always ask you, the team will give each educated youth 11 kilograms of food every month, why do you still starve people like this?"

Li Yongjun was named, and while sighing in secret, he would not go forward if he had known, he complained that Xue Xiang was very angry. How could he know that the educated youth were hungry? Maybe it was because the educated youth did not know how to be frugal and ate all the food in advance. Li Yongjun thought in his heart, but he did not dare to say this: "Captain, it's not until the end of the month, and the food was distributed at the end of the month." The words "maybe the educated youth were eating quickly" were swallowed by him again.

"What nonsense? It's not until the end of the month. Where did the food last month go? Didn't you hear me drinking porridge for a month? I can't tell you whether I believe it or not. I always ask you to drink porridge for a month." Seeing the miserable situation of the educated youth, Xue Xiang couldn't help but think of his elder sister far away in southern Xinjiang, for fear that she would have such a day, so the evil fire in her heart could not suppress it.

Li Yongjun was depressed after eating, but his mind quickly turned around, thinking about the reason. Xue Xiang was indeed blamed for the wrong person. Before Xue Xiang's future Kuangshantun, Li Yongjun had been turned into a real person by Cai Gaoli, who was not responsible for the minister - he didn't care about anything. In just a few days, Li Yongjun had regained his prestige as a deputy captain. It was really embarrassing him to tell him why the educated youth were hungry.

Seeing Xue Xiang's face getting colder and colder, Li Yongjun was so anxious that he grabbed his scalp. Just when Li Yongjun was desperate, the educated youths supported Zheng Tong and followed him in. From Liu Mei's mouth, Xue Xiang knew the answer.

ps: Zhong Yuemin, Kang Tong, Jiang Biyun just pays tribute to the blood, don’t take the seats. In the blood, Zhong Yuemin went to the army in the 1960s and couldn’t stand it at all. For the sake of blood, can you give me some monthly tickets? Woooo, you still have to stay up late. (To be continued)

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