Chapter 47 You are truly my living ancestor

An old and torn towel was handed to Lin Yuzhu.

"Stop crying, I don't know how to coax people..." The lowered voice was slightly stiff and helpless.

"Then you still scold me..." Lin Yuzhu flattened her mouth and her tone was extremely resentful.

Warm tears fell on the back of his hand, and he felt that the skin was hot.

"You...ahem...just cry until you're done. I've realized my mistake and I'll correct it in the future."

Lin Yuzhu raised her face and looked at him aggrievedly, "Then can you calmly listen to what I said before?"

Song Yi glanced at her with a headache, stretched out his legs to hook up a stool and placed it behind her, waving his hands helplessly and in frustration, "Okay, okay, let's talk, can't I just stand and listen?"

Lin Yuzhu secretly lowered her lips and sat down, "Then you can't scold me."

"Impossible!" Song Yi answered firmly.

"That's great, well done." Lin Yuzhu put the enamel jar on the table next to her, got up and left.

Song Yi grabbed her wrist, pressed her shoulders and forced her to sit down, staring seriously into her eyes that were red from crying.

"Based on your behavior in the past few days, do you think you are like a law-abiding person? You can't accept criticism when you make mistakes? Do you want to go to heaven! Can Longzhang Village still accommodate you?"

Lin Yuzhu's tears came as soon as she said it, and she just looked at him quietly, tears rolling down one by one, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Song Yi took a breath and hurriedly took a towel to wipe her tears, "You are really my living ancestor. You can say whatever you want. I promise not to scold you, okay?"

"Water." Lin Yuzhu sniffed and raised her chin towards the enamel jar on the table next to her.

"Give, give, give."

An enamel jar was eagerly pushed over, and Lin Yuzhu secretly raised the corners of her mouth by lowering her head to drink water.

"You have to assign labor tasks every day. My suggestion is just to extend the task time at once. If it is not completed, work points will definitely be deducted. If the ten-day task is completed in eight days, the two days can be used

Members make their own arrangements."

After Lin Yuzhu finished speaking, she looked up at him and saw an expression of disapproval.

However, he did suppress his temper and did not scold her.

In fact, she was secretly changing the concept.

But that doesn't matter, she will fight for it no matter what.

"This can better mobilize everyone's enthusiasm. If you are worried that someone has messed up, you will be fined and deducted work points and rations after being found out. The main reason is that with the free time, everyone can engage in family side jobs. This will ensure the country's supply and make a little more money.

, everyone is happy, isn’t it?”

If you can have some private time, you can arrange it freely. Even if it is braiding more straw hats, chopping a few loads of firewood, or fishing for a bucket of fish in the river, it will bring tangible benefits to the family.

The commune members don’t know what reform and opening up is, and they don’t know what market economy is.

What they see when they open their eyes every day is the days as far as the eye can see, day after day of labor.

She does not have great feelings to promote the development of the times, but she wants the Song family who grew up to protect the original owner to have a head start.

This year is 2076. According to the timeline, there are only a few years left before the reform.

If nothing unexpected happens in such remote and poor mountainous areas, there will be an upsurge of people going south to work.

By then, at least half of the ten families will become left-behind families.

Empty nesters and left-behind children are the pain of the times.

She has many plans, and she wants those who have shown kindness to the original owner to not have to return in a hurry at the end of the year and leave home with their luggage amidst the tears of their children at the beginning of the year.

Lin Yuzhu tugged on Song Yi's sleeve, "Captain, don't you hope everyone can live a better life?"

Song Yi came back from the silence, looked at the tears hanging on her eyelashes, and pursed her lips uncomfortably, "Go back first and let me think about it."

"Okay, then I'm leaving." Lin Yuzhu habitually put her hands in her pockets and touched the meat coupons and money that Song Yi gave her.

She thought for a while and smiled sweetly at him, "I'll take your meat tickets and money, and I'll make meat buns for you."

"Can you make steamed buns?" Song Yi swallowed subconsciously.

Lin Yuzhu raised her lips and smiled, tiptoeing close to his ear, "I know how to make too many things, otherwise how can I take chances~"

After committing suicide, he ran away very quickly.

Song Yi froze and raised his hand to rub his itchy ears, which seemed to be carrying her warm breath and her bad and charming voice.

He gripped the edge of the table with his fingers tightly and stared at her back angrily.

I have never seen such a bold woman!

Did she know that all he had to do was reach out and grab her and push her down on the table?

He tugged at his collar, a fire arose in his heart, and he grabbed the enamel jar on the table and took a sip. Suddenly he remembered that this was what she had left.

When I think of her pursed lips in aggrievedness, her curved lips in a sweet smile, and her lips that opened and closed incessantly, my heart beat even more restlessly.

I rushed to the water tank in the yard, scooped up a ladle of cold water, bent down and poured it on my head, shaking the water drops and holding on to the edge of the water tank to force myself to calm down.

There were soft footsteps stopping behind him, and his heart skipped a beat. He suppressed the slightly raised corners of his mouth, turned around and said with a straight face, "What are you doing here?"

He grabbed the towel on his shoulder and wiped his hair carelessly. As he walked, he said, "I still have materials to write. I don't have time now, so I won't entertain you."

"Song Yi, I have something to ask you. It won't take long." The gentle voice was slightly choked.

Song Yi stopped and turned around, looking calmly at the young woman standing under the sunset.

Unlike the women in the village who have braids, Yang Meixia has short, fluffy hair that reaches her neck.

Wearing a plaid hairband on her head, a lapel-belted red polka-dot bragi, and a pair of high-heeled leather shoes, she exuded a bright youthful atmosphere from the inside out in this dilapidated yard.

"Say it." Song Yi frowned.

Yang Meixia's almond-shaped eyes were red, and she reluctantly curled up her mouth. She took out the gilded red invitation card from her bag and walked quickly towards him, "I'm here to send you an invitation card. I'm getting married on the eighth day of the lunar month next month."

The woman's skin was fair and delicate, and she was petite and exquisite. She had to raise her neck when talking to Song Yi, and her autumn-filled eyes were extremely gentle.

Song Yi accepted the invitation and took half a step back silently, "I wish you happiness. However, I have an important mission next month, so I probably won't be able to spare time to have a banquet."

"Aren't you going to ask me who I want to marry?"

"It will be written on the invitation, I'm really busy, sorry."

Song Yi held the invitation and turned around to leave. As soon as he entered the office, Yang Meixia caught up to him and pulled his sleeve, looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"I will not be happy. If I can't marry the person I want to marry, I will never be happy again in this life. I don't understand what's wrong with me. Everything was fine when we were sitting at the same table."

"I said at that time that I could let you continue to go to school. Why didn't you agree? Why did you drop out of school? I like you so much and I just want to be with you."

Song Yi pulled back his sleeves. When he looked up, he saw the gray clothes passing by the door. He suddenly panicked and said, "I still have something to do, so go back early."

He put down the invitation and chased out, stopping Lin Yuzhu at the entrance to the hall, "Coming and leaving, what do you mean?"

"Ahem, I really didn't mean it." Lin Yuzhu gave an awkward but polite smile, "I came back to ask you, besides meat fillings, what kind of steamed buns do you want to eat. But it seems that I came at the wrong time?

"

"What are you talking about? We are about to get off work. There are many people. I will explain to you tonight!"

"No, no, no, I don't really want to know, really." Lin Yuzhu waved her hands repeatedly, "I'm going back, I'll watch and make the buns and stuff."

Who wants to listen to this kind of vulgar drama about falling flowers and flowing water without mercy?

The girl is really miserable. It’s not good to like anyone. I like Song Gang.
Chapter completed!