Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s

Chapter 17 The Beginning of Prosperity

 Let alone Chen Sike, even the other two women in the room were stunned.

No one wants to lose face these days, especially the educated youth from the city who claim to be educated people. Good guy, he immediately started fighting after a disagreement. It was obviously the behavior of a shrew. He showed off his aura, just like the young lady in the TV series slapped the girl, and she slapped her with confidence!

Chen Sike's eyes immediately turned red. He had never been this angry since he was a child. As soon as she was angry, she howled immediately and rushed towards An Zhixia with bared teeth and claws.

An Zhixia sneered, and when the person approached, he stepped aside and blocked the person with his feet.

There was a thud, and the muffled sound of knocking the head against the edge of the kang made the two adults and three children in the room tremble uncontrollably.

This, this hurts so much.

Chen Sike was so painful that tears welled up in her eyes and she couldn't speak. She covered her forehead and trembled. Even when she glared at An Zhixia, she looked pitiful.

"Don't look at me, you bumped into each other yourself. However, just now I slapped you twice and you pounced on me once. Although you didn't succeed, we are evenly matched. From now on, you will still have a lock on your mouth, otherwise, " She suddenly sneered, her face that had been raised to be fair and tender for the first time had a solemn expression, she turned her wrist and made a crisp sound, and said: "I know how to do it, huh, I can get used to you!"

Obviously she suffered the loss both times, but Chen Sike did not dare to speak, so she could only grit her teeth and slam the door and go out.

Fei Zheng moved over with some worry, "She has a good relationship with the two people next door. She also has fellow villagers in other villages. They are all from Shanghai Compound."

“Sister, have we caused trouble for you again?” the little girl asked with a worried frown.

An Zhixia smiled and wiped their hands, feet and faces, and evenly applied a thick layer of antifreeze cream. "It's okay. They are educated young people like me who went to the countryside to devote themselves to rural construction. Apart from bickering, what else can they do?" Am I good-looking? Besides, how can one’s reputation be used as a joke?”

Qi Yunlan said lightly: "You are wrong to think that way, Xiaoan educated youth. They have a good family background, and the village cadres will take care of them. You have never been in the countryside, and you don't know how hard it will be to go to the fields after spring. People will just give you a pair of shorts." Shoes, you have nowhere to complain.

 So, everyone should get along well with each other. It is not good to break up with you. "

An Zhixia glanced at her. She didn't make a name for herself in the entertainment industry by relying on her family's influence, so she certainly had some abilities. It's unclear what the heroine's plan is. There is always a pattern for how people get along with each other. Once this pattern is fixed, it is difficult to change.

Qi Yunlan didn’t want her to continue to act unscrupulously.

Fei Zheng also nodded and agreed nonchalantly: "Yes, although they are educated youths, they do different jobs from us. Nie Zhiqing is the scorekeeper, Chen Zhiqing is the warehouse clerk, and the Hangzhou educated youth can drive a tractor. It's a tractor driver.

Chén Zhiqing just offends people with his words. In fact, he is not too bad. If you listen with the left ear, you can go out with the right ear..."

An Zhixia shook her head directly, "It's too late. You also know that she is very petty. The relationship is sealed. Anyway, in full view of the public, they can't go too far no matter what!"

The person concerned’s indifferent attitude makes it difficult for others to persuade him.

“I still don’t know your names and how old you are,” An Zhixia rubbed the little girl’s withered hair and asked with a smile.

The eldest brother, with his small chest, said, "My name is Fang Lixi. I am nine years old this year."

 “My name is Fang Songyan, I am six years old this year.”

“And I, Fang Gexin, my father said that singing is a prosperous motherland. I am four years old this year!”

When An Zhixia heard their ages, they were actually two years younger than she expected. Thinking about how they suffered a drastic change in their family at such a young age, living with their father in a cowshed and not having enough food and clothing all day long, it was inevitable that they would become thinner.

"Hello, my name is An Zhixia, I am eighteen years old this year," she said with a smile without showing any pity on her face. She turned around and rummaged through the box twice, taking out a few nostalgic villain books, such as "Little Soldiers" "Zhang Ga", "Little Bald Road on the Lake", "Tie Wa and the Little White Pigeon", these are positive books that will not be talked about by others, and are also suitable for children to read, learn Chinese characters, and cultivate patriotic sentiments. "These are the meeting gifts that my sister gave you. My sister will no longer read these books when she grows up. If you don't keep them, you can only fill the stove. What a waste?"

The three children happily took it and sat beside the kang, lying on the dressing table and huddled together.

Fang Lixi read to the two younger sisters word by word, and her words were correct and her accent was perfect, so she had the potential to be a small host.

An Zhixia continued to knit cashmere clothes. During this period, she made a bowl of malted milk for the three children. After some evasion, she took out the fact that their father helped her with the work, and the children were relieved and held the bowls carefully. Drinking happily.

 Malted milk powder is a luxury product in this era, and people without some means cannot buy it. General goods have already been digested internally before they are put on the shelves of supply and marketing cooperatives.

She pretended to look at the sky outside, but actually used her consciousness to check the watch in the supermarket. It was already four o'clock. She packed up her things and went to the kitchen to prepare meals.

Fei Zheng hurriedly followed and whispered: "It's hard to cook a dozen or so meals, can I help you?"

An Zhixia didn't refuse and nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'm cooking, making soup, and steaming rice all by myself. I'm really busy."

The third child also wanted to follow. Fang Lixi said with a sullen face like an adult for fear of being rejected: "Sister, if you don't let us help, we won't have the shame to follow dad for a living later."

“Sister, I know a lot, including washing vegetables, lighting fires, and blowing bellows.”

“I can crack garlic,” the little girl Fang Gexin looked at her brother and sister and reported with a grin.

They all talked about this, and An Zhixia had no choice but to agree, let the brother and sister light the fire, and gave the little girl a bowl of oil residue sprinkled with sugar, and she fed it to her brothers and sisters.

None of the men were lazy, they were all working hard. The sky had just begun to darken, and the small kitchen had already taken shape. All that was left was to spread a layer of straw on the roof and wait for two or three hours for the fire to bake and remove the moisture from the house. Tomorrow we can Used it.

The village chief also came over to take a look, with his hands behind his back, but An Zhiqiu persuaded him to stay. Although Fang Youwei was the village chief, he was very honest and fair. He didn't want to take advantage of others, so he sent his little girl who had come to join in the fun home to get a large iron pot with two ears that could still be used after patching the bottom. He helped with the work.

 In addition to the small kitchen, everyone also helped build a pig pen and a chicken coop in the backyard.

The smile on the village chief's face never fell, and he whispered to An Zhiqiu: "This is how we live. If we don't raise chickens, ducks, geese, or pigs in the countryside, and don't have meat and eggs delivered to us, you are still acting like a fool." He waved his hands and pushed it out as hard as he could to cut two handfuls of grass. Oh, he still disliked the taste. How could he not dislike it when eating meat and eggs?

There are not many restrictions in our village. As long as we don’t make it too extravagant, everyone turns a blind eye. You two, brother and sister, are living a prosperous life, let others be jealous! "

 (End of this chapter)