Reborn as a widow in the 70s

In this fight, not only Huzi was beaten, but several other children were also seriously injured, but their injuries were all on their backs and legs, not on Huzi's head.

Originally, the adults in the other children's families were planning to go to Song Xiuxiu to settle accounts, but when they heard that Huzi's mother came to settle accounts, not only did she not get compensation, but she also asked Huzi to apologize. This is simply unheard of, as barbaric as Huang Dafeng's. Unreasonable people can't deal with Lu Aiguo and his wife, and others don't dare to come forward, for fear that if they don't cause trouble, they will be blackmailed for their money.

Fortunately, the children at home were not seriously injured, and except for some bruises, there was nothing wrong with them.No one mentioned it anymore.

Lu Aiguo tidied up the house for another two days, doing all the heavy work that could be done and repairing the places that could be repaired. Now is the rainy season. Lu Aiguo was worried about the roof. He went up to check it several times and found that there was really no problem, so he was relieved. .

He chopped firewood for two more days and pulled several carts back home.

Song Xiuxiu looked at the small mountain of chopped firewood and couldn't help but sigh: "This will probably be enough to burn until next year!"

"Actually, I can do all these jobs. I used to..."

"That was before, your man died, and now your man is back alive, how can you be allowed to do such rough work!" Lu Aiguo interrupted her in a deep voice.

After hearing the man's words, Song Xiuxiu felt like there was a sun in her heart, shining warmly all over her body.

Seeing his wife looking at him with a smile on her face, Lu Aiguo walked up to her and held Song Xiuxiu's small hand tightly with his big rough hands.

Song Xiuxiu's hands were fair and tender, but there were many calluses on her palms.

These calluses are not supposed to be here.

Lu Aiguo stroked the calluses on Song Xiuxiu's palms distressedly, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I had no choice but to let you suffer with me in the future!"

Song Xiuxiu's eyes were full of tears, but the corners of her mouth were always raised high. She said with a smile: "I have a bad memory. I have almost forgotten the pains I experienced before, but I still remember the sweetness since I reunited with you." !”

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Xiuxiu was hugged into a solid embrace...

When Lu Aiguo saw that his family had indeed made arrangements, he went to the county seat.

When Lu Aiguo came back in the afternoon, he saw that he had brought a lot of things, large and small.

Of course, the most attractive thing is the big watermelon in his hand.

In this era, it is good to have enough food, let alone fruits, which are all things that working urbanites can afford.

Children in the countryside run all over the mountains and fields to pick some wild fruits to eat, or if someone has a fruit tree, they will trade some fruits with others.

Although you can grow watermelons, every family only has so much private land, and it’s too late to grow food and vegetables. Who would be willing to grow some fruits that won’t fight hunger?

So Lu Aiguo walked from the village to his home carrying two big watermelons, which instantly became big news in the village.

When the two children at home saw him bringing back the watermelon, they all screamed with excitement and then circled around him.

After getting along with each other for this period of time, Zhao Xuewen has relaxed a lot at home, and his face has become much less gloomy.

"Don't just be happy. Go get a bucket and soak the watermelon. You'll be able to eat it soon!"

Lu Aiguo said with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhao Xuewen ran away, and then used his thin arms to lift more than half a bucket of water from the well.

Song Xiuxiu walked out of the room, then took the thing from the man's hand and said softly: "You can help them soak the watermelon. Dinner will be ready in a while!"

"Okay!" The man responded with a smile.

After putting a watermelon into the bucket, the two children squatted next to the bucket and stared at the big green watermelon like they were watching a peep show.

Lu Aiguo didn't pay attention to them, but carried another watermelon into the house.

In the back room, Song Xiuxiu was sorting out the things he had brought back.

After Lu Aiguo put the watermelon on the cabinet, he said, "Save this one for you three to eat slowly."

Then he walked to Song Xiuxiu and helped her organize her things.

Song Xiuxiu complained while cleaning up: "You men just don't know how to live. You spend money all day long. Why did you buy so many snacks?"

Lu Aiguo said with a smile: "I'll keep you and the children sweet when you have nothing to do. Don't be reluctant to let go, it's Xia Tian and you can't let go now!"

Song Xiuxiu glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, I won't be reluctant to let you go!"

After Lu Aiguo squeezed her little hand, he continued: "I was afraid that the two cans of malted milk at home were not enough, so I bought two more cans. After all, it is the three of you drinking now. You are all in great trouble. , it needs to be replenished, and this cannot be cut off.”

"And this cake, I don't have many cake tickets on hand, so I can only buy this pack. When I get back to the army, I will find a way to exchange more with others. Then you can eat cakes every day!"

"These two iron boxes of biscuits can be kept for a while. You can eat one box and the other when you go to take the train with the army."

"There is also this meat, including the meat and bones, which weighs about ten kilograms. It is not easy to store in the summer. You should eat it quickly. If you can't finish it, smoke it and save it for later eating."

"I bought you another ten pounds of white flour. Eat more refined grains. Fine grains will nourish you!"

"I originally wanted to buy two more chickens and some eggs, but today is not a big market, there is nothing for sale on the street, and the supply and marketing cooperative has recently run out of stock, so I have to go to the village to exchange for more."

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Seeing the rich man in front of her carefully arranging the food, clothing, housing and transportation for herself and her two children, Song Xiuxiu was so moved that she threw herself into the man's arms.

This was the first time that Song Xiuxiu took the initiative to embrace her. Lu Aiguo was very flattered. He gently stroked the top of his wife's hair with his big hands and asked softly: "Xiuxiu, what's wrong?"

Song Xiuxiu choked up and said, "It's okay, I just think you are so nice!"

Hearing this, Lu Aiguo said softly: "Silly girl, that's good. I will treat you better in the future and give you all the good things from the last life and this life!"

After the family finished dinner, Song Xiuxiu moved the small table to the yard. Lu Aiguo fished the big watermelon out of the bucket, and then cut half of the watermelon into half with a kitchen knife.

It was both the first time for Yaya and Zhao Xuewen to eat watermelon, so they were naturally very surprised.

Seeing Ya Ya eating very quickly, Lu Aiguo teased her: "Ya Ya eat more slowly. If you eat too fast and get the watermelon seeds into your stomach, a big watermelon will grow in your stomach."

Upon hearing this, Yaya was so frightened that she started crying: "Dad, what should I do? I just swallowed watermelon seeds several times, will my stomach explode from the watermelon?"

Seeing that her daughter was frightened and crying, Song Xiuxiu pinched the soft flesh of Lu Aiguo's waist. The painful man grinned and begged for mercy with his eyes.

Zhao Xuewen on the side said calmly to Yaya: "Crybaby, stop crying. Uncle Lu is lying to you. There is no soil in your stomach, how can you grow a watermelon!"

After hearing her brother's explanation, Yaya thought it made sense, so she wiped away her tears and continued to eat watermelon with confidence.

The cool evening breeze blew away the heat of the day. The family sat under the tree, eating watermelon and talking and laughing. The crisp laughter spread far away with the night wind...