As time goes by, spring ends and summer comes, and the wind in front of us gradually becomes hotter and drier.
Li Rong’s breakfast stall no longer sells steamed buns because it’s hard for people to bake them in the iron oven.
She bought a large amount of spices and started making braised meat again, thinking that the snack stall owner said that she had not eaten the braised food she made for a long time. Most of the braised food made by Li Rong was given to Zhao Qingsong to sell to his previous customers;
I will take a small half and sell it on the "free market" myself.
It was autumn when she came here, and she didn't know how hot it was in summer here.
By July, it felt like living in an oven. If I stood outside for a few minutes, the sweat beads coming out would be as big as soybean grains.
Li Rong twisted a towel with well water to wipe her sweat. The cold feeling made her feel a sense of comfort that she had not seen in a long time.
After Zhao Qingliu's family built a new house, they moved there. There were two less children in the house, and the excitement was less.
She glanced at her watch. It was past six o'clock, and the sun had not yet set. In the season of long days and short nights, the members of the commune got off work late. Now the house was quiet.
Probably because of the hot weather, Li Rong had no appetite for anything recently, so she didn't plan to cook at night, so she stretched the noodles with flour and cooked a refreshing noodle soup.
Zhao Qingsong came back from outside with a carp in his hand.
Before Li Rong could ask, he explained: "I didn't go out to fish this time. Song Xiaoshan sent it here."
"Oh." Li Rong came over to take a look, "Is the fish still alive? I cooked noodles tonight and I don't want to cook anymore. If it's still alive, I'll take a fish pot and raise it until I kill it tomorrow."
"It's probably not dead. It's still alive and kicking after being put into the water."
"Then let it go first."
There was a sewing machine at home, so Li Rong made several vests and shorts for herself to wear around the house.
After taking a bath in the evening, the sweaty and sticky body was washed away. Li Rong lay on the kang wearing a small vest and fanned herself with a cattail leaf fan.
Tonight was no different from before, but Li Rong was extremely irritable, and she was still feeling depressed until Zhao Qingsong got on the kang.
Zhao Qingsong noticed her irritability, got on the kang, took the cattail leaf fan, fanned Li Rong, and asked, "What's wrong? She doesn't look happy."
"I don't know, I just feel depressed. Maybe it's because the weather is too hot?"
"Probably so. I won't make braised meat tomorrow. I'm going to the provincial capital to look at feed. Do you want to go?"
"What feed are you looking at?" Li Rong asked, she pushed Zhao Qingsong, "You are like a furnace, stay away from me."
Zhao Qingsong, who was suddenly disliked, burst into laughter, and came over again and said: "Buying pig feed, I have to buy a lot this time. The station in the mountain has got a few batches of piglets, and they are going to be killed during the New Year, so I have to feed more feed."
, to fatten up.”
Li Rong knew that Zhao Qingsong often worked outside, but she didn't know that he was related to the pig farm.
At this time, individuals cannot raise pigs, and all pigs in the village are targets for the production team.
The pig farm that Zhao Qingsong mentioned was raised privately by Li Rong from outside. If caught, the crime would be more serious than doing business in the "free market".
Li Rong's heart trembled: "What does the pig farm have to do with you?"
Zhao Qingsong looked indifferent, as if he was talking about something insignificant: "Something happened to the pig farm some time ago and it can no longer operate. My brother and I formed a partnership to sell it."
Li Rong was in an uproar: "Oh my God, you didn't discuss such a big matter with me!"
"I told you."
"When?" Li Rong frowned, she had no impression.
"Just before, didn't I get more than two thousand yuan from you?"
Li Rong racked her brains to think about it, and suddenly it occurred to her that there seemed to be such a thing.
That night, just after finishing the work, Li Rong was very tired. She only heard Zhao Qingsong talking about his brother and asking for more than two thousand yuan. Li Rong was confused, thinking that something had happened to his brother and asked him to get it by himself.
money.
Zhao Qingsong took the money himself the next day, and Li Rong never asked again, never expecting that the man would actually use the money to set up a pig farm with someone else.
Li Rong felt her head hurt: "You are so brave!"
"It's okay," Zhao Qingsong said, "We all have familiar channels in the pig farm, so nothing will happen. The previous boss suffered a lot from swine fever and didn't plan to do it anymore, so we took over."
"It's up to you, things are like this, I can't let you quit, right?" Li Rong said, "Be careful."
"I know, wife." Zhao Qingsong put the cattail leaf fan aside, turned over and pressed forward, "Let's communicate."
"Oh~ don't press me." Li Rong suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her lower abdomen, and her head felt dizzy. "Why don't you get up and my stomach hurts?"
Li Rong's face turned pale and her lips lost color. Zhao Qingsong hurriedly came down, all the yellow waste in his mind was swept away, and asked eagerly: "What's wrong, wife? My stomach hurts? Is menstruation coming?"
"I don't know, it's not this day." Li Rong hissed, the pain came suddenly, one after another, like a heartbeat.
Zhao Qingsong also knew that this was not her childhood. He just subconsciously asked this question. Now he realized it and was worried about what happened to Li Rong. He found some clothes and put them on Li Rong: "I'll take you to the medical center to have a look."
The wind is hot in the summer night, and there are not many people on the road. Thanks to the moonlight, the ground is white with frost, so there is no need to walk in the dark.
Zhao Qingsong carried Li Rong behind him and hurriedly walked to the medical point.
At this time, the doctor had already closed the door and went to bed. Zhao Qingsong knocked hard on the door and shouted: "Doctor, doctor..."
The doctor probably often got woken up by people in the middle of the night, and he quickly opened the door to let them in without getting angry.
He asked about Li Rong's symptoms, and Li Rong said that her stomach suddenly hurt and it hurt a lot.
The doctor listened to Li Rong's chest a few times with a stethoscope and asked, "Has your period come this month?"
Li Rong and Zhao Qingsong looked at each other and said, "No."
The doctor stretched out his hand to feel Li Rong's pulse. The doctor, who was in his forties or fifties, gradually softened his face and smiled: "Young man, you are pregnant. You should pay more attention during pregnancy. You should not have sex in the first three months."
After leaving the medical point, Li Rong still felt like she was stepping on clouds.
Not quite real.
"Pregnant?"
It's been half a year since they first had sex, and Li Rong was still thinking about going to the hospital if there was no movement.
Zhao Qingsong also looked a little dazed. When he heard Li Rong's voice, he came back to his senses: "That's what the doctor said."
He wanted to touch Li Rong, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that she might damage something. He took back his outstretched hand and wiped it on his trouser leg. He suddenly said: "Daughter-in-law, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
I was so happy just now that I forgot to ask the doctor why you have a stomachache."
Li Rong pulled him: "Okay, the doctor said it's normal. Don't go back and trouble the doctor. You must have wanted to do something bad just now, and your baby protected itself. If it hadn't been for this pain, we would still be on the kang.
It’s over.”
Zhao Qingsong touched the back of his head with some embarrassment: "As expected of me, you are so smart even before you are born."