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

The small Shibanqiao dam on the lake side of Dahe Village is built with Sanhe soil.

Except for the rough surface, it feels a bit like the rough wall of a building.

Others, in terms of strength, are really no less than cement.

Even after drying, the color is very close.

Lu Miao hadn't put down her things yet, squatting on one side with a book in her arms and waiting.

Fu Jingyou was busy with his hands and kept talking:
"How are you today?"

"I just picked up the textbooks. I had been back a long time ago, but the school asked me to take photos as a souvenir. It took me a long time."

"Will you give a copy of the photo back to our family?"

"It's given. I said it would be given to everyone who participated in the photo shoot."

Fu Jingyou nodded and said with a smile:
"Okay, then I'll nail a small frame and mount it."

Lu Miao shook his head, "Pull him down!"

She was tidying up in the courtyard in the morning, and her sleeves and everything were extremely dirty. When she got the photos back, they weren't enough to bury Tai.

Fu Jingyou finished laying the last two bricks, and Lu Miao went into the room, put the book on the kang, and ran to the kitchen again.

I bought a bucket before cleaning the yard, and now I have two buckets in the kitchen, both filled with water.

There is also an aluminum water ladle, which Fu Jingyou probably bought at the market when he came back.

Lu Miao took a scoop of water.

Fu Jingyou moved to the side and bowed his waist.

She slowly tilted the water ladle, controlled the water flow, and washed his hands.

After scooping two ladles of water, Fu Jingyou washed his hands.

The paint painted on the doors and windows yesterday had not yet dried completely. The couple carefully locked the door and strolled to a state-owned restaurant for dinner.

Chatting on the way, I learned that Renmin University has many students enrolled, and it would take several days just to sign up for accommodation halfway.

Fu Jingyou officially started classes three days later, and Lu Miao felt a little unhappy.

She has to go to school for an exam tomorrow morning.

There are not many students majoring in foreign languages, and their results will be available in the afternoon. They will have to go to school early the day after tomorrow to separate their classes. After taking care of some trivial matters, they will start formal classes.

Feeling so busy...

It seems like I haven't had much rest this time.

Classes haven't officially started yet, and Lu Miao is already starting to feel tired.

Fu Jingyou saw her depressed expression and comforted her:

"You go in and take a nap in the afternoon. Don't worry about anything else. I'll take care of it."

Lu Miaohong's plump lips pursed, and she shook her head slightly:

"There isn't much left. The well mouth has been sealed. I was thinking of picking up my aunt and the child today."

"Do you want to wait a little longer? The house is still empty."

"There's nothing missing. There's a pot, a stove, and those rotten cupboards, and firewood is readily available... When I pick up my aunt, I can grab some rice, grains, and bacon here to start the fire."

Fu Jingyou thought about it, and it was okay.

"You have to go and tell dad first, right? Otherwise he might bump the door lock when he comes home later and not know what's going on."

Lu Miao nodded.

The young couple discussed it and took action immediately after eating.

Fu Jingyou went to school to find Lu Yuanzheng.

Lu Miao was checking things in the courtyard and vacated two rattan boxes. He would take the bus back later so that he could pack things when he came back.

She planned well, but unexpectedly when Fu Jingyou came back, she had Lu Yuanzheng's car keys in her hand.

Lu Miao looked confused, and Fu Jingyou said:
"Dad can't leave, so let me drive there by myself."

It is more convenient, and the Dabao and the second treasure can suffer less.

Lu Miao blinked, "But, can you drive it?"

Fu Jingyou was confident and smiled slightly: "It's almost the same as driving a big iron bull."

Except for the different models and keys, everything else is really the same.

Lu Miao also remembered his previous work, but when he locked the courtyard door and walked out, he still said:
"Drive slowly, safety comes first."

"I know." Lu Miao was a little worried. She didn't feel relieved until she got into the passenger seat and Fu Jingyou drove for a while.

Fu Jingyou drives very steadily.

Her father used to drive, and occasionally she would feel dizzy and uncomfortable while sitting.

Fu Jingyou drove very steadily and didn't feel that way at all.

Fu Jingyou is actually more nervous than Lu Miao.

Although the cars all drove the same, it was his first time getting started with the small car.

The person sitting in the car is his wife, who is equivalent to almost all his wealth. How can he dare to take it lightly?

Fu Jingyou has long been familiar with the road while riding in his father-in-law's car.
After parking the car at the entrance of Dongcheng Alley, Lu Miao went into the house and told Tang Mei that she would move there today.

Tang Mei suddenly became confused.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Where do we start from here?"

"Just grab the rice and some daily necessities. I'll definitely have to come back here to live later. Can I move everything here?"

Tang Mei nodded, knowing what was going on.

Lu Miao was left to look at the two children while Tang Mei hurriedly packed them up.

After collecting a few more quilts, Lu Miao said there was no need to take so many. Tang Mei disagreed, saying that if there was no one at home for three to five days, the rats would cause trouble.

Lu Miao said nothing.

Fu Jingyou was waiting at the entrance of the alley.

The trunk of the car was opened, quilts were stuffed into the second row of seats, and the trunk was covered with things. On one side was the bacon, and on the other was a lot of briquettes stacked up.

The Lu family has many large and small jars and soup cans.

It's been a long time, and I don't remember how it came about.

Afraid of spending more money to buy them there, Tang Mei stuffed several of them into the trunk.

There are also rice noodles and so on.

Tang Mei has a supply of 28 pounds of rations every month.

Lu Yuanzheng is the principal. He usually eats in the school cafeteria with meal tickets just like the students.

His city supplies are usually saved.

If Tang Mei remembered, she would go to the grain station to get the money and exchange it back. If she forgot, she would forget.

I went here and there, but my family gradually saved some food rations.

Let's load it into the car together and take it to Qingta Hutong.

Lu Miao saw the two big bags of rations and asked a few questions.

After learning the details, Lu Miao said:

"If dad doesn't use it, the supply of this book will be wasted. Otherwise, just give it to me and I'll pay for it myself."

"When Brother You and I came here, we still had rural household registrations."

There is no serious way for them to obtain food stamps here.

The school has a canteen, and you can pay your meal fee in exchange for meal stamps and vegetable stamps.

But when they live at home, there are always times when they open fire at home.

And the school is a big pot of rice, so you can imagine the taste...

If he could eat at home, Lu Miao would definitely prefer to eat at home.

Adult men who settled in the city were provided with thirty kilograms of grain per month.

Among them, 70% are fine grains and 30% are coarse grains.

Her father is a member of a public institution assigned by the organization, and his thirty kilograms of rations are all fine grains.

If you have this book in hand, it will be much easier in the future.

At least I don't have to resort to desperate measures to find the black market.

"You can just take it, and I'll give you mine as well later."

Tang Mei packed up the children's toys and gave them to Lu Miao, asking her to send them over to load the car together.

"As a family, don't we all eat from the same pot from now on? What's yours and mine?"