The tough life of a beautiful educated young girl from the 1970s who married a rough man

"Xiao Jun, why are you running so fast?"

Grandma Jiang greeted the villagers, walked towards Xu Jun quickly, and looked at him with a knowing smile.

"It stinks too much." Xu Jun said honestly.

Grandma Jiang sighed, "Chemical fertilizers are not popular in rural areas now, and it costs a lot of money to buy chemical fertilizers, which is also impossible.

Let's go, after a while, you will get used to it naturally. "

Xu Jun was silent, and retreated in his heart, why don't he go back with his father in the afternoon?

He quickened his pace, "Grandma Jiang, take me to Zhao Jinbao quickly, and come back as soon as possible after cutting the pigweed."

"It's here, the one in front is it."

Grandma Jiang pointed to the dilapidated fence house not far away. The main house was only two rooms in size.

"Ah, it's so broken."

When Xu Jun was amazed, a little boy about eight or nine years old came out of the house, holding a bowl of sweet potato porridge in his hand, sitting casually on the firewood pile, and drinking with a spoon.

Hearing footsteps, Zhao Jinbao looked up and saw Mrs. Jiang, stood up enthusiastically, and asked sweetly, "Grandma Jiang, good morning, where are you going? Have you had breakfast yet?"

He caught a glimpse of Xu Jun, who was well-dressed and fair-faced beside Grandma Jiang, and smiled at him.

Xu Jun nodded in response.

"We've eaten." Grandma Jiang walked over with a smile and pulled Xu Jun over, "This is Zhao Jinbao."

"Jin Bao, this is a little brother from the city. He is three years older than you. His name is Xu Jun. Today he wants to cut pigweed with you. You can take him with you."

"Hey, okay." Zhao Jinbao put the bowl aside, wiped his pants with both hands, and stretched out a hand, "Hello, Brother Xu Jun, I'm Zhao Jinbao."

This social etiquette was taught by his ex-brother-in-law Sun Jian.

His Mandarin is also more standard than other rural people.

"Hello."

Xu Jun looked at Zhao Jinbao's dark hand, hesitated for a while, and shook hands with him. Although it was only a brief contact, the two felt a clear contrast.

Zhao Jinbao: This brother is handsome and handsome, and his hands are so white and tender. It seems that he has never done farm work, cutting pigweed? He is here to play, right?

Xu Jun: This Zhao Jinbao looks half a head shorter than ten-year-old children in the city. Not only are his clothes covered with patches, but his hands are covered with calluses. Really...

He looked at Zhao Jinbao with pity.

"Come in and sit down. I'll take you to cut pigweed after I finish eating this bowl of porridge. Grandma Jiang, are you going too? Come in first and sit down."

Zhao Jinbao enthusiastically welcomed the two into the kitchen.

Grandma Jiang and Xu Jun unloaded the baskets and followed inside.

Zhao Jinbao moved two wooden blocks to invite them to sit down, and continued to drink porridge by himself.

Xu Jun glanced at Mudun, hey, there are a few small mushrooms growing underneath.

This family is so poor that they don't even have a decent stool.

The dining table is a small square table with a width of less than one meter. There is a bowl of fried cucumbers on it, which looks very bland and lacks oil and water.

"I'm going with you today." Grandma Jiang said with a smile: "But I'm mainly here to supervise the work today. Xu Jun said he wants to cut two baskets of pigweed."

Xu Jun blushed, the vow he made would be fulfilled no matter how difficult it was.

"This is the Roujiamo that Sister Weiwei asked me to bring you."

Xu Jun took out two food paper bags from the satchel on his back and handed them to Zhao Jinbao.

"thank you."

Zhao Jinbao opened it and saw that it was still warm, it was baked steamed buns with delicious meat stuffing inside.

What a rarity.

He was not in a hurry to eat, so he took out a bowl from the cupboard, opened the iron pot, and the porridge was hot inside. He put a bamboo rack on it, and put the bowl containing the meat buns on it.

"This Roujiamo, I'll eat it for lunch when I get back from cutting the pigweed."

Zhao Jinbao covered the pot, drank the porridge in the bowl, washed the bowl, put it back in the cupboard, and took out a large bowl and put it on top of the cucumber bowl.

He took the kettle off the wall and carried it across his shoulders, "Okay, let's go mowing hogweed now."

Xu Jun and Grandma Jiang got up and came out, carrying the baskets on their backs again.

After Zhao Jinbao closed the kitchen door, he took down his big basket from the pile of firewood and carried it on his back skillfully, "Let's go, let's go early, if we go late, someone else will finish cutting that piece of good pigweed."

Zhao Jinbao took Xu Jun and Grandma Jiang to the pond depression in the back hill of Tianling Village.

There has been a lot of milk sorrel, purslane, and scallops growing there lately.

On the road, I met children in groups of three or four who were invited to cut pigweed. Some were only seven or eight years old, and they all carried large baskets taller than themselves on their backs.

They saw Mrs. Jiang, Zhao Jinbao, stop and greet her warmly.

"Grandma Jiang is good."

"Hey, good." Grandma Jiang responded cheerfully.

"Brother Jin Bao, are you cutting pigweed for Mr. Shen again today?"

"Yeah, I'm going to cut it until school starts."

Zhao Jinbao replied proudly, as if it was an extremely honorable thing to cut pigweed for Shen Zhiwei.

Xu Jun looked at these rural children. Everyone's face was tanned, their clothes were patched, and their feet were wearing straw sandals. Their bodies were as thin as hemp sticks, but their eyes were clear and bright, and their smiles were pure and optimistic.

They also looked at Xu Jun, and asked Zhao Jinbao in a low voice, "Brother Jinbao, who is he?"

"He's a little brother from the city. He came to play in the village. Today he will go cut pigweed with me."

Xu Jun nodded towards them, looking a little dignified.

The other children didn't dare to talk to him either.