Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Minister Huang galloped thousands of miles to the Shili Brigade, and he got what he wanted to do, and he readily agreed to what he shouldn't do.

He may also have seen Lin Nianhe's careful thinking, but he didn't point it out.Both left and right are good deeds for the country and the people. Anyone who does it can do it. It's no big deal.

He wanted to leave after finishing his work, but Comrade Lao Lin said: Your business is over, but his business has not yet been done.

Minister Huang was stunned: "Then you are still hanging around with me?"

Comrade Lao Lin sighed, looked at the girl in the village, and said with a dry voice, "I haven't seen my girl for more than half a year, can't I see her?"

Minister Huang choked and stopped talking.

Father Lin looked at Lin Nianhe outside the window for a while, then silently turned around to look for Su Yuncheng.

They chatted for half an hour on the drying ground, with no one around, and no one knew what they were talking about.

Finally, Father Lin gave Su Yuncheng a small note.

Su Yuncheng glanced at the contents of the note, went directly to the brigade headquarters, and threw it into the stove.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Father Lin and Minister Huang were about to leave.

The villagers took boiled eggs and dry food and wanted to give them to eat on the road.

They didn't hinder the father and daughter of the Lin family from saying goodbye, they just stuffed something into Minister Huang's arms.

Lin Nianhe was hanging in Father Lin's arms.

He patted his daughter on the back, tried his best to keep his emotions stable, and struggled for the last time: "Girl, it's too late to go home with Dad. Think again, do you want to go back on your word?"

Lin Nianhe shook his head decisively: "Don't go."

Father Lin: "..."

Alas, my daughter is growing up...

Lin Nianhe raised his head, looked at Papa Lin and said, "Dad, don't be sad, I'll be home at the beginning of next month."

"Huh?" Papa Lin wondered, "Isn't your family visit only for one month? The Chinese New Year is only at the end of January. If you go home too early, won't you be able to spend the entire year?"

Lin Nianhe: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that our leader said that there is no work in winter, and this year we will give two months of family leave."

Father Lin's eyes lit up instantly!

After doing the math, his daughter will be back in half a month after he returns home!
Two more months left!
Father Lin rolled his eyes with a smile, and the sadness of parting was much diluted.

"Okay, then set a date and call Dad, and Dad will book a sleeper ticket for you to go home."

"Okay! You drive slowly on the road."

Lin Nianhe opened the car door for Dad Lin, and when he got in the car, he saw that Uncle Huang was still surrounded by villagers stuffing things. Holding... It seems to be an old actor from Widow Zhao's family.

The folks have heard that the leader came to buy the head flowers they made to the capital, and it is said that they can sell them to foreigners to make money for the country!

This is amazing, the folks wanted to treat the leader well, but the leader was in a hurry to leave, so they had to take out all the things they could get at home and wanted them to take them back.

Poor Minister Huang, he never stopped saying no, but was suppressed by the surrounding voices.

Maybe the folks heard it, but they just didn't want to talk to him.

Minister Huang refused and turned to look for Father Lin with pitiful eyes, as if he was asking for help.

Father Lin had already seen the look in his eyes, and then he quickly checked all the car windows to make sure they were all closed. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to hold the car door firmly.

Lin Nianhe pushed aside the crowd and squeezed to Minister Huang, stretched out his hand and pressed down: "Folks! Listen to me!"

The noisy crowd finally became a bit quieter.

Lin Nianhe smiled at everyone and said: "Uncle Huang and the others are disciplined. If you take everyone's things, even if it's just an egg, you will be criticized. Everyone's wishes have been received by Uncle Huang and my father. Don't let them Made a mistake."

As Lin Nianhe was talking, he took off all the odds and ends hanging from Minister Huang's body and returned them to everyone.

Seeing that the villagers were still a little unwilling, she said: "Hey, I'm not a soldier. From tomorrow onwards, I will go from house to house to get food!"

Folks:"……"

Lin Nianhe took everything he could, and finally said to Widow Zhao: "Aunt Zhao, quickly take your old hen away, don't scare it, it won't lay eggs tomorrow."

"Hey..." Widow Zhao sighed, and stepped forward to persuade her to stay, "Leader, why don't you leave after dinner? I'll cook chicken for the leader!"

"I can't help it," Minister Huang said with feathers all over his body, waving his hands, "We still have a lot of work to do, so we can stay longer when we come back."

Lin Nianhe reached out to open the door for Minister Huang, but he pulled it, but didn't open it.

Lin Nianhe bent down to take a look, and was facing Father Lin who was pulling the car door inside.

The father and daughter looked at each other awkwardly.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Father Lin: "..."

Father Lin was stunned for a moment, then pushed the car door open as if nothing happened.

He also explained: "I plan to open the door for Lao Huang."

Lin Nianhe: "Yeah, don't explain it, I believe it."

What else can she say?You can't dismantle your father's platform!
Lin Nianhe was afraid that he would not be able to hold back, so he quickly stepped aside and helped Minister Huang get into the car.

When the car door was closed, she quickly took out an oiled paper bag from her satchel, and stuffed it in along the crack of the door.

She found it so cleverly that she couldn't see it unless she turned sideways.

After Minister Huang sat down firmly, he turned his head and asked Papa Lin: "You son of a bitch, did you just want to shut me out?"

Father Lin looked ahead without changing his face: "Don't slander me just because you are old."

"I've seen it all!"

"You are old, your eyes are blurry, and you are wrong."

"you……"

"Old Huang, don't talk anymore. I am very sad to say goodbye to my daughter again. Please let me be quiet for a while."

"..."

Minister Huang choked on his stomach full of grievances. He opened his mouth, but in the end he could only roll his eyes, and turned his head away to ignore Father Lin.

After a while, the car had been driven more than ten kilometers away. Minister Huang finally calmed down. He wanted to drink water. When he turned sideways to find the water bottle, he finally saw the oiled paper bag stuffed beside him.

There is also a line written on the paper bag:

"Uncle Huang, Dad, I prepared these meals, it's not a violation. Lin Nianhe"

Also drew a little smiley face.

Minister Huang was immediately happy.

He turned sideways, turned his back to Papa Lin, and opened the oiled paper bag. There were some white flour steamed buns and boiled eggs.

Minister Huang asked without turning his head: "Binghui, do you eat eggs?"

Father Lin is immersed in sadness, how can he be in the mood to eat!

He looked at the vast expanse of whiteness outside the window, and said without turning his head, "Don't eat."

"Oh."

Then Minister Huang ate all the steamed buns and eggs made by Lin Nianhe.

After thinking about it, he stuffed the greased paper into his pocket.

Well, better not to provoke him.

They are old comrades in arms!

……

Lin Nianhe didn't know about these things.

She felt empty inside.

In her previous life, her biological parents died young, and she inherited a large amount of inheritance at a young age, and then she had to fight with coveted relatives, the company's old and disrespectful veterans, and rivals in the mall...Enough of fighting, The end times have also come.

Before coming here, she hadn't felt the affection of her parents for a long time.

For countless nights, she bandaged her wound silently, and didn't bother to scream when it hurt, because no one would care.

But now, someone was making plans for her, and came all the way from afar, just to have a look at her.

Lin Nianhe stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the direction in which the jeep was leaving, tears fell at some point.

She was feeling pregnant when she was suddenly hugged into her arms.

Looking sideways, it was Wang Hong.

Wang Hong patted her on the shoulder to comfort her: "Okay, why cry, go to my aunt's house for dinner tonight, and my aunt will fry shrimp crackers for you."

"Don't cry, don't cry, look at this little face, don't blow it." Aunt Li came over to wipe Lin Nianhe's tears away.

Widow Zhao handed over the old hen: "Stew another chicken!"

Looking at the chicken with pinched wings and bloodshot eyes, Lin Nianhe wanted to pat the chicken's head to express his comfort for its fate.

As soon as she got closer, the old hen pecked at her hand.

Lin Nianhe flashed past quickly, but the old hen had nothing to say.

When Lin Nianhe looked at the old hen again, she didn't feel pitiful for an instant. She wrinkled her nose, stared at its red eyes and said word by word: "Add spicy and spicy!"