Rebirth of the Flying Era

"Brother Zhuzi, are you off work?" Du Fei glanced at his lunch box: "What delicious food did you bring?"

Zhu Zhu chuckled and said, "When Xiao Yu comes back in the evening, I, the elder brother, can't I get her some cereal to chew?"

Xiaoyu is He Dazhu's younger sister, and she usually lives in the work dormitory.

After saying hello to the third uncle, he went straight into the middle courtyard.

Du Fei noticed that the third uncle had been staring at Zhu Zhu's lunch box until he entered the hanging flower door, and then Wei Kecha snorted.

As for this cook, he really doesn't know how to restrain himself.

According to the ancestor's rules of talking all day long, the cook should bring food to the house.

But you should also pay a little attention to the impact! Even if you put the lunch box in a cloth bag, everyone will be out of sight and out of mind.

This poor guy just got a net bag and blatantly took it home from the factory. Isn't this causing hatred?

Du Fei shook his head secretly and followed him into the middle courtyard.

Qin Huairou was washing clothes next to the sink. When she saw Zhu Zhu come in, her eyes quickly glanced at the lunch box in his hand, and then she looked in the direction of her home.

At Jia's house, the curtain next to the door opened a crack, revealing half of Grandma Jia's fat face.

Qin Huairou sighed, with a flash of helplessness in her eyes. She opened her mouth and was about to call Zhu Zhu, but she saw Du Fei following behind, looking at her with a half-smile.

A trace of panic suddenly appeared on the face of the pretty widow. She quickly closed her mouth that was half open, lowered her head and rubbed her clothes, not daring to speak.

Qin Huairou couldn't tell, what happened to herself?

It was like I was going out to hook up with a wild man, but my own man blocked me, and my heart was pounding.

Zhuzi didn't know what to say, but when he saw the pretty widow standing there, he immediately came over with a smile: "Hey~ Sister Qin, you are doing laundry!"

The pretty widow laughed dryly and glanced at Du Fei.

I saw Du Fei pushing his bicycle over. He looked at the dirty clothes in the basin and said, "Sister Qin, why are you still tinkering outside in this cold weather? Look at your frozen hands."

The pretty widow lowered her head and defended: "Just a few pieces, they will be washed soon."

Du Fei smiled and pushed the bicycle straight back to the backyard without further entanglement.

Zhu Zhu also laughed and returned to his house with his lunch box.

Qin Huairou sighed, tightened her hands, washed a few times, and went home with the big basin.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Granny Jia. Her nose was not her nose, and her face was not her face. She yelled, "Where's the lunch box?"

Qin Huairou said aggrievedly: "Xiao Du was still there just now! How can I have the nerve to speak."

Grandma Jia said, "He's here, just a little kid. Besides, who in the courtyard doesn't know that Zhuzhu's lunch box was brought for you, so you're still pretending to be a chaste and martyr woman!"

When Qin Huairou heard this, she felt aggrieved and angry. She slammed the wash basin on the ground and said coldly: "Mom, are you so unconscionable? From now on, you can take the lunch box from Zhuzi, but I won't go."

Grandma Jia was stunned for a moment, feeling hungry and a little anxious. She said, "Hey, Qin Huairou, what are you doing to me? What a rebellion! You are a country girl, if you hadn't married into Jia's family, , can you become a worker? Can you eat commercial food? Now that your wings are strong, you don’t take me as an old woman seriously, right?"

During the recent period, Qin Huairou's resistance made Granny Jia feel a fire in her heart, and now it burst out. She secretly gritted her teeth. She had to be treated today, otherwise the granny would be in vain.

Qin Huairou narrowed her peach blossom eyes. Originally, she put down the wash basin and planned to go to the kitchen to cook. When she saw Granny Jia in a fighting stance, she simply stopped cooking.

Qin Huairou's face was expressionless and she stared at Granny Jia without saying a word.

Seeing her like this, Grandma Jia couldn't help but feel a little guilty, fearing that Qin Huairou would give up her choice and remarry.

But at this point, Grandma Jia didn't dare to show weakness. If her daughter-in-law caught her, she would be miserable in the future.

However, just when Granny Jia thought Qin Huairou was going to have a fight with her, the pretty widow suddenly turned around and walked away!

Grandma Jia was wondering when she saw Qin Huairou walking to the table, taking the stick and pencil for homework and started writing.

Qin Huairou never went to school seriously. In 1952, she followed the National Literacy Movement and attended winter classes for several years, which was equivalent to elementary school. She could write and read newspapers, but her handwriting was not as good as a stick.

"Qin Huairou, what are you going to do?" Grandma Jia frowned, wondering what she was up to.

Qin Huairou didn't even raise her head and said coldly: "I wrote a letter to Dongxu and burned it to him at midnight tonight. I told him that my mother-in-law, his own mother, forced me to go out and hook up with men!"

"Ah~"

Grandma Jia screamed, frightened, and rushed to grab the Tianzi grid notebook.

Qin Huairou didn't stop her, but sneered: "Humph~ Mom, what's the use of grabbing the notebook? I can write whenever I want, can you stop me?"

"You~" Grandma Jia's face turned blue and white, and she felt a slight pain in her heart. She pointed at Qin Huairou with a trembling hand: "How dare you!"

Qin Huairou's peach blossom eyes widened, like a she-cat with fried hair: "Why don't I dare? You can do it as a mother, why can't I write a letter to the dead? So that Dongxu knows, Every grievance has its owner, and every debt has its owner, and it’s not me, Qin Huairou, who can’t be sorry for him.”

Grandma Jia was frightened and frightened, and her lips trembled with anger: "You~ you want to make me angry to death, don't you?"

Qin Huairou remained silent and looked at her silently.

Grandma Jia looked back at her fiercely, wishing she could shoot two knives from her eyes and thrust them into this evil daughter-in-law.

But in the end, the two of them faced off for a while. Grandma Jia first felt a tightness in her chest and had to give up and take a breath.

But as she breathed out, her whole aura was relieved, and she said bitterly: "Huairou! Mom can't help you, but our family is like this. The stick is growing again and lacks nutrition. But how can it be possible? Even if you don’t think about me, an old immortal, think about Banggun’er. Our old Jia family, you and I, will all have to count on Banggun’er in the future!”

Qin Huairou's eyes flickered and her heart was a little shaken.

But thinking about what Bangguner did, I felt tired again. Can Bangguner really be able to point it out?

On the other side, Du Fei returned home, changed his clothes, turned on the stove, and turned on the radio.

Then he went outside to pick up a piece of cabbage, returned to the kitchen, raised his knife, cut it in half from the middle, and cut one half into finger-width strips.

I chopped some green onions and garlic and prepared them for frying.

But at this moment, I suddenly heard Xu Daimao shouting in the courtyard: "Ezi! Ezi! Why is our old hen missing..."

Du Fei's heart suddenly moved, and he immediately thought of the scene he saw in the afternoon, and understood what was going on.

Du Feixin said: "Banggan'er, this guy is really good! He has been beaten several times recently for stealing things. This guy really doesn't care about eating but beating, and he dares to attack the old hens in the yard."

Thinking of this, Du Fei gloated that he might hear the sound of Bang Banger being beaten again tonight.

Then Xu Daimao shouted: "Hey~ Zhuzi is making chicken soup at home! He must have stolen it..."

Du Fei frowned and couldn't help but put down the kitchen knife in his hand.