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

"His leg is already lame. If you hit him again, it will really become crippled!"

Fu Jingyou frowned, looking down at Zaohua with cold and sharp eyes.

Zaohua cried so hard that she lay in front of Xu Yao and grabbed Fu Jingyou's trouser legs, wishing she could kneel down for him.

"I really can't fight anymore, I really can't fight anymore!"

"Please, brother Xiao Liu, let him go this time! I promise, he won't dare to do it again!"

"..."

Fu Jingyou was silent for a while.

When the older members of the surrounding community saw this scene, they frowned and shook their heads.

This jujube flower just can't be helped up.

Fu Jingyou pursed her lips, her jaw tightened and she lost her clothes-tampering stick.

"Zaohua, remember today."

Fu Jingyou waved away Zaohua's hand pulling down his trouser legs.

"If news spreads that you were beaten by this man in the future, there will be no brothers or sisters in the village to stand up for you."

Without a word, Fu Jingyou strode away without looking back.

Zaohua was stunned, still reflecting on the meaning of this sentence.

Her mother had already rushed out of the room, picked up the mallet on the ground, and beat her while crying:

"What evil have I done! A man died at a young age, and yet he brought up such a shameful thing like you!"

"You worthless thing, shameless thing! You are crazy about men! Hooking up with such a troublesome thing!"

"You protect him, why are you protecting him!"

Zaohua knew she had done something wrong, so she just sat there and let Zaohua's mother beat her.

She only focused on crying and didn't hide at all.

Hitting the son's body hurts the mother's heart.

Zaohuaniang, an orphan and widowed mother, raised her daughter up. No matter how hard life is, she can always survive if she endures it and perseveres.

But the Zaohua was useless, which saddened Zaohuaniang more than anything else.

Zaohuaniang lost her mallet, collapsed at the door and cried loudly, while the surrounding neighbors tried to persuade her.

Fu Jingyou didn't stay, pushed through the crowd and went home.

Surrounding the small table, guarding a large pot of chicken that was so fragrant that it could make people drool, Fu Jingyou didn't feel good eating for the first time.

Lu Miao saw that his eyes kept glancing at Erbao next to him, pushed him and asked:

"What are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything, I was just worried."

"What are you worried about?"

Fu Jingyou sighed, put down his chopsticks and stopped eating. He pulled the cage chair and took Erbao out of it.

Erbao's dark hair was gathered up by Lu Miao and tied into two thin braids with a hairband on the back of his head.

At this moment, he was wearing clean clothes, chewing chicken nuggets with his oily little mouth, and he looked so focused that he couldn't be too cute.

Suddenly being hugged by her father, she didn't bother her. She tilted her head and glanced at it, then continued to gnaw on the chicken nuggets.

Ignorant and innocent, I love Fu Jingyou at the same time.

"I used to only hope to have a daughter who looks like you, but now that I have a daughter, I know it's not a good thing."

Lu Miao put down her chopsticks and looked at him seriously.

He kissed Erbao's fleshy little face and said:

"There aren't many good things about men. If Xia Xia meets someone like that Xu Yao in the future, I'm afraid I will really go out and stab him with a knife."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You can't even say anything auspicious."

Lu Miao rolled her eyes at him, took the second treasure and put it in the cage chair, "Eat."

There is nothing to say about Zaohua.

Educational level, growing environment and family environment, as well as personal insights, may all play a part in the reasons. "Let's stop this matter here. We won't care about it anymore."

There is nothing you can do to control it, and it will be thankless to continue to interfere.

As far as favors are concerned, it's pretty much the same.

Fu Jingyou nodded and lowered his head to eat in silence.

Neither of them were very happy about the meal. After the meal, Lu Miao washed the dishes, and Fu Jingyou stood by her side, holding Erbao up and down and teaching:

"Our Xia Xia needs to keep her eyes open in the future, do you understand?"

"If you encounter that shameless person, don't be afraid, run away first, tell dad when you get home, and dad will take care of him, you know?"

Lu Miao glared at him angrily, saying that her daughter was still young and she knew nothing about what you said.

Before he could speak, he saw Dabao standing in the cage chair from the corner of his eye, with his little hands and neck almost stretched out like a giraffe, waiting for his father to give him a hug and lift him high.

I almost cried.

But being a father is like being blind, just talking there.

"Okay, pay more attention and care more, that's better than anything else."

Lu Miao inserted the chopsticks into the bamboo tube and raised his chin in the direction of Dabao, "The rain and dew are both wet, don't go too far!"

Fu Jingyou had no choice but to sit down.

He crossed Erlang's legs and held Erbao in his arms. Dabao was led out by him, grabbed the lapel of his clothes and put it on his lap, playing a different kind of "seesaw" up and down.

Dabao was also very coaxed, grabbing the fabric of his father's pants on his knees and laughing happily.

Fu Jingyou felt even worse when he saw how stupid he was.

"You brat, if you encounter someone like Chen Miaomiao in the future, run quickly, run faster, do you hear me?"

"...That's enough for you. Hurry up and get some water for them to take a bath!"

……

After excluding the three little roosters, the remaining 17 little hens in the house began to lay eggs one after another.

The first eggs in the nest are relatively small, and the size of subsequent eggs gradually returns to normal.

But after all, they are free-range chickens raised by farmers, and the eggs laid by the centralized feeding chickens of later generations are still very different.

Lu Miao takes good care of it and always cleans the chicken coop and the door very clean.

The weather is getting warmer, there is no smell in front of and behind the house, and eight to fourteen eggs can be harvested every day.

After half a month of savings, even if the consumption at home is deducted, the number of eggs is still considerable.

In early May, Fu Jingyou took a break, strapped a large basket of eggs that Lu Miao had saved onto his bicycle, and took him to the town's food station.

By the way, I got back the photos I had forgotten to take.

The photo was taken to He's house on the way. He said a few words and got on his bicycle to go home without stopping.

Two four-inch photos were wrapped in yellow paper envelopes. He Hongjin held them in his hand and wondered what they were for a long time before they were brought to him.

Take it apart and take a look, oh!

Awesome!

My young man was wearing a military coat and he was upright.

Behind you are the majestic red-walled towers and the busts of great men...

"Is this Tiananmen Square? Old lady, is this Tiananmen Square?"

Chen Guifen stretched her neck to take a look and said uncertainly:

"Really? Look, there are portraits of great men hanging here!"

Chen Guifen pointed to the photo and said.

He Hongjin had only heard of Tiananmen and had never seen anything like it. But looking at the photos, he felt that they were almost inseparable. They couldn't be wrong.

He Hongjin regarded the two photos as treasures, holding them in his hands and looking at them over and over again.

The family's children were promising, and they not only went to the capital city, but also to Tiananmen. He Hongjin suddenly called it a show off.

When someone passes the door, he will call for them to come in and look at the photos.