A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

If the team doesn't share the fish, the fish can still be sold for ten yuan!

Isn’t that what you earn?

Two acres of land can earn ten yuan more, and four acres of land can earn twenty yuan more, right?

If we raise a few more acres of fish and take good care of them, we will be able to have more food by the end of this year.

The members of Dahedong felt happy and worked harder.

At the same time, they all pricked up their ears, waiting for He Hongjin's follow-up.

He Hongjin was chatting with others in the team, and Fu Jingyou's long legs were "slipping" on the pedals of the bicycle.

After rushing out for a certain distance, the person climbed on the bicycle and sat down, passing through the production team and rushing down several gentle slopes.

It usually takes more than ten minutes to walk, but he arrived at the door of his house in two minutes.

After parking the car under the jujube tree in front of the door, Fu Jingyou entered the house carrying a bamboo basket filled with soda.

There was a commotion in the house.

The ya za hu hu was very lively.

I accidentally listened carefully and didn't hear Lu Miao speak. It was Tang Mei who did all the talking.

His tone was so ups and downs that Fu Jingyou thought someone was at home.

Go into the room and put your things down.

Lu Miao was not in the room, so Fu Jingyou went directly to the kitchen.

There were only two people in the backyard, Tang Mei and Lu Miao.

Tang Mei was washing clothes by the well and kept chanting:

"If you don't listen to what you say, if you don't listen to what you say, why are you touching that?"

"I don't want you to work. In such a big house, why don't you just find a place to sit?"

"You are such an old man and you have to talk to people every day. How do you feel embarrassed?"

"..."

Lu Miao sat on the steps of the back door of the kitchen with the small matza.

The person who usually has a spoiled temper is extremely honest this time.

After being nagged for more than a dozen times, he actually remained honest and didn't refute a word.

Fu Jingyou obviously sensed something was wrong, stepped on the threshold, supported the back door frame and asked:

"what happened?"

He looked at Lu Miao, then turned to Tang Mei.

"Why do you keep talking about her?"

He was worried about what was going on, but he didn't like Tang Mei nagging her all the time.

Lu Miao has stopped saying anything, which means that he already knows that he is wrong.

Just click a few sentences and keep telling me what to do.

Tang Mei stopped talking and remained silent for the time being.

Lu Miao also lowered her head and pursed her lips, saying nothing.

Fu Jingyou crossed the threshold and squatted in front of her to coax her:

"Why are you unhappy again? Look at your mouth, you can hang a can of oil on it."

Just as a few coats were washed, Tang Mei stood up, shook out her clothes, and hung them on the clothesline in the backyard to dry.

"Hang the oil can?"

Tang Mei answered casually:

"It can hang an oil can. Look at her mouth, it can hang a dung bucket."

"..."

Lu Miao puffed up her cheeks and said shyly:

"Little aunt, what are you talking about!"

Fu Jingyou was originally worried, but seeing that Lu Miao was in good spirits, thinking about it shouldn't be a big problem.

Thinking about what Tang Mei said, Fu Jingyou couldn't help laughing.

He nodded at Lu Miao's pursed lips:

"Stop pouting, my aunt will really pick up the poop bucket soon."

Lu Miao pursed her lips even more fiercely. After glaring at him, the corners of her lips suddenly shrank again.

"look."

Lu Miao felt aggrieved and stretched out her left hand to show Fu Jingyou instructions.

She has white skin, small hands, and slender fingers, as tender as onions, and is very beautiful.

But the hair on the index finger, which is usually as tender as green onion, is now red and swollen.

It looks like an apple candied haws, with a thin stick at the bottom and a big head at the top.

The index finger is so swollen that it is almost the size of a thumb.

"How is this going?"

Fu Jingyou was startled and quickly took her hand to take a closer look. Lu Miao pursed her lips, embarrassed to say.

Tang Mei became her alternative mouthpiece:

"I didn't know she was so diligent before. It's hard to bend down with a bulging belly. When I saw the bamboo basket rolling to the center of the backyard, I had to stretch my back to pick it up."

"I said I don't want her to pick it up. I don't want her to pick it up. I'll go there later..."

"If you don't listen, I'm fine now. I've got a thorn in my palm. I won't let you pick it, so I just pout and cry."

Lu Miao opened her lips and defended silently:

"I didn't cry either... I just yelled that it hurt!"

I didn't look carefully at that time, I just grabbed it casually.

Who would have thought that by chance, a bamboo thorn would pierce the heart of the finger?

She was bleeding just now, it was really painful...

And he didn’t say that he wouldn’t allow criticism.

The bamboo thorn was obvious and she pulled it out at the very beginning.

Tang Mei was angry and helpless:

"It's not an important thing. It's just a piece of junk. Just throw it away. You said you..."

Lu Miao frowned unhappily.

At that time, when the pain was excruciating, my eyes were just red.

At this moment, she really couldn't help it anymore. She held her lips in her mouth and shed tears.

"Miaomiao..."

Tang Mei was an elder, and her original intention was for Lu Miao's good. Fu Jingyou couldn't say anything to him, so he could only try different ways to coax Lu Miao.

Lu Miao felt dissatisfied and stood up with a strong temper. She struggled to cross the threshold and went to the front room.

"Little aunt, no matter what happens in the future, if you are worried, just click on it, don't always say it."

"She has a delicate temper, but it's not like she doesn't know how to behave... When she's angry, she doesn't compete with you, she only competes with herself."

In the backyard, Fu Jingyou gave Tang Mei serious instructions and followed her to the front room.

In the room, Lu Miao sat beside the bed and cried hard.

She is just pregnant, not disabled...

Of course, she also knows that it is a trivial matter, but she will not take risks for truly serious matters.

But even this little thing had been talked about for an hour.

Lu Miao was confused, feeling depressed and panicked.

She is the one who hurts, and she is the one who bleeds.

It was she who was being talked about, and it was she who was like a cripple.

Fu Jingyou closed the door behind her back, wiped Lu Miao's tears, squatted down in front of her, raised her head, took her hand and coaxed:

"Stop crying first."

"Does it still hurt, eh? I'm going to pick on you?"

Lu Miao gets angry when it comes to finding fault.

With a sullen look on his face, he raised his leg and kicked Fu Jingyou on the knee.

Lu Miao said angrily:

"It's all a good thing you did!"

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault, my fault, I admit my mistake and I accept my punishment, okay?"

Fu Jingyou nodded sharply:

"Don't be angry, huh?"

Lu Miao was furious, but felt that his words were full of perfunctory charm, and asked angrily:

"Then tell me where you went wrong!"

"..."

Fu Jingyou opened his lips.

I was immediately stopped by the question.

Lu Miao was even more angry and pushed him with all her strength like a calf.

Fu Jingyou let her push him.

If you push it away, move closer; if you push it away, move closer.

After going back and forth several times, Lu Miao couldn't stand it any longer and laughed out loud.

His face was cold and there were tears hanging on it.

Lu Miao was a little embarrassed, and tried to restrain herself, but in the end she couldn't help being amused by Fu Jingyou's rogue attitude.

"You're so annoying, so annoying!"

"Then I won't bother you anymore and I'll listen to you, okay?"

Lu Miao pursed her lips and let out a "hum". She touched her belly with both hands and glared at him coquettishly:

"We agreed to give birth to this one." (End of Chapter)