"He's here!" Zhao Xiangyun also saw Zhao Dafu panting not far away, and warned him.

Wang Fengqiao wanted to go over, but he was stopped by Zhao Xiangyun, "No need to rush, he will be here in a moment, your foot injuries are still not healed!"

Wang Fengqiao blushed, "Thank you, Xiangyun!"

She didn't have to walk. She clearly felt that her ankle wasn't as painful anymore.

"No problem!" Oh right, do you still have the Beat Wine that I gave you last time? Would you like me to go to the commune hospital when I get back? " Zhao Xiangyun asked.

"Also, it's enough. I'll apply it when I get back!"

That was before Wang Fengqiao and Zhao Dafu got married, and was only the day before New Year's Eve last year.

At that time when the three daughters were getting beaten up, Wang Fengqiao was at his most helpless.

Wang Fengqiao thought back to the past, and then thought about the present, she was truly grateful to Zhao Xiangyun and her entire family.

In the past in the Zhang Family, she lived an unhuman life, a dog's life, but not a dog's.

He cooked the most and ate the least, but no one cared.

Everyone was thinking about themselves.

However, ever since she married Zhao Dafu, she realized that men could actually love women that much.

Her children, no one would beat them up anymore. Out of the four children, every one of Zhao Dafu's children were their own.

He couldn't bear to eat, couldn't bear to wear, so he had to give food and clothing to the children.

Better for her.

Wang Fengqiao once thought that in this lifetime, she would be doomed.

He hadn't thought that when he was divorced, he would become more like a human instead.

In the future, she would treat men better. With him here, their family would not be dispersed.

After Zhao Dafu finished resting, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and walked in front of Zhao Xiangyun and the others, "Brother Wei Min, you're just too amazing!"

Zhao Dafu was also someone who earned ten points from his Production Team, but compared to Jiang Weimin, the difference was far too big.

He even felt that Jiang Weimin's physical strength was about the same as those who had just returned from the army.

Jiang Weimin: "Practice more normally."

"No, no, this isn't a question of practicing or not. The difference between us is too great!"

Zhao Dafu was honest, no matter what he said, he just said it directly.

"Big Brother Great Fortune, don't belittle yourself too much. In Production Team, you are also a good worker!" Zhao Xiangyun said politely.

In fact, she also thought that Jiang Weimin was powerful.

He ran after her. He didn't spend much time chasing her, but he looked even more relaxed than she did.

No wonder every night.

Thinking about what he shouldn't have thought about, Zhao Xiangyun's face suddenly flushed red.

Jiang Weimin looked at her. At this moment, he really wanted to know what his wife was thinking about.

"Have you rested well? I'm going to have another phoenix ride. This time, we'll meet at the supply and marketing agency. " Zhao Xiangyun said.

"I... "Alright!" Zhao Dafu said weakly.

Jiang Weimin didn't have anything to do in the first place, so he stopped to speak with Zhao Xiangyun.

However, since it was Zhao Xiangyun who had spoken, he still gave her a nod of his head.

Zhao Xiangyun left, carrying Wang Fengqiao.

Jiang Weimin was about to run, but he was stopped by Zhao Dafu, "Brother Wei Min, you … If you're so kind, why don't we talk while we're walking? "

Afraid that Jiang Weimin would not agree, he continued: Women have a way of doing things together! Maybe … Maybe the two of them knew what they wanted to buy, so we were in such a hurry to go, didn't we disturb them? Think of me as. "Just treat it as me begging you!"

Jiang Weimin faintly sighed.

He unconsciously stopped moving.

Zhao Xiangyun and Wang Fengqiao arrived at the supply shop, she found a place, placed the bicycle there and supported Wang Fengqiao to the supply shop.

There were a lot of people in the supply shop, so Zhao Xiangyun asked Wang Fengqiao what he wanted to buy.

Red sugar, cloth.

The red sugar ticket weighed one jin, and when a woman had her period of rest, she was a good treasure.

When Wang Fengqiao was at Zhang Family, he did it too bitterly. No matter if it was wind or rain, or whether it was clothes from home, or land, he wanted her to go.

Zhao Dafu's heart ached, that was why he thought of exchanging candies with Chen Wuyue.

Zhao Xiangyun did not know about this, hearing Wang Fengqiao talk, he took out a red sugar ticket from his pocket, "Elder Sister Fengqiao, I also have two jin of it, take it. When you come to that, use brown sugar to cook the eggs. Don't be reluctant to part with the eggs. I'll go back to the commune and help you ask if there are any chongzi to cook with! Only by nurturing your body will you be able to properly accompany men and children! "

The last sentence stabbed right into Wang Fengqiao's heart.

She was living happily now, and although she had to work, she had a home and she could see hope.

Therefore, she didn't want to part with her family.

Just like Xiangyun had said, she had to be healthy so that her family could live a good life.

"Xiangyun, thank you! "When the chickens at home grow up …"

"It's alright, Elder Sister Fengqiao, you don't have to be so polite! "If you really want to do something, when my Third Bro gets married next time, help us stitch the wedding quilt together." Zhao Xiangyun said.

Wang Fengqiao nodded, "Alright …"

"Let's go and see the cloth."

Wang Fengqiao bought three meters worth of clothes for the three children.

Economize a bit, also can save a bit of corner cloth, make the upper of the shoe.

Zhao Xiangyun told Wang Fengqiao that this kind of cloth that was made by a country bumpkin could also be bought, but he would have to find an acquaintance to buy it.

Although it was not as good as being a regular factory, it would not be a problem to wear it for a few years.

When Big Ya, San Ya, and the others were older, those clothes, if the color was appropriate, would be used to make clothes for the youngest son.

Wang Fengqiao had planned to do the same thing, not just her, but everyone else in the countryside.

Clothes do not need to be new, but they must be clean.

It wasn't a big deal to wear patched up clothes, and it wasn't a big disgrace either. What was disgraceful was the cleanliness on his body and the dirt on his heart.

At the supply shop, Zhao Xiangyun also chose a 3 meter long cloth, the color was suitable for Wang Fengqiao, and at that time, he could use it to make clothes.

He also took some wool, since it was not cheap. After spending a few kilograms of money on it, Zhao Xiangyun already spent a dozen of yuan on it, but he used it to make a woolen sweater in the winter.

After buying the cloth, Wang Fengqiao stopped buying.

When they arrived at the place that sold pastries and fruit candies, Zhao Xiangyun gave Wang Fengqiao half a kilogram of candy bars, and then half a kilogram of food tickets.

He even told her that it was about to expire and would be useless if he didn't use it.

Wang Fengqiao understood clearly in the bottom of her heart that this was an excuse that Zhao Xiangyun had come up with. She took the ticket that Zhao Xiangyun had given her, and thought to make a pair of shoes for Zhao Xiangyun next time she goes to the bottom of his shoes.

Zhao Xiangyun and Wang Fengqiao strolled around the supply shop for a while before Zhao Xiangyun bought a big front door and a bottle of wine.

Wang Fengqiao also bought a few boxes of clam oil and three boxes of snow flower paste. Wang Fengqiao was reluctant to part with the money, he was also unwilling to buy them, and he also did not want Li Jinfeng's gift.

Therefore, the snowflake paste Zhao Xiangyun bought was for his family's sister-in-law and mother. No matter what, women had to love themselves and learn how to take care of themselves.

After they finished buying, Jiang Weimin and Zhao Dafu finally came over after a long time.

This time, no one gasped for breath.

Zhao Dafu looked at Jiang Weimin and expressed his gratitude. This time, he finally didn't lose face.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]