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

Fu Jingyou originally wanted to pick up two benches and take them out first. They were jobs he had done in the past and they were quick to make.

But he really couldn't stand Lu Miao's urging.

In addition, she had to get up early to take the exam at school tomorrow, so Fu Jingyou clapped her hands and went to wash up for fear of delaying her.

Before going to bed, I brought in a few more large pieces of firewood.

Tang Mei's house naturally didn't forget to send some.

It was warm under her body, and Lu Miao lay comfortably from head to toe, not wanting to move at all.

But I always felt like something was missing.

When the kerosene lamp was blown out, the room was completely dark, leaving only the vague light scattered from the window in the middle of the kang.

Only then did Lu Miao realize something.

She scolded Fu Jingyou:
“I haven’t had time to do the curtains yet!”

Fortunately, there is a courtyard outside, otherwise everyone would have seen her just washing up!
Fu Jingyou also realized it, "I'll take you to school tomorrow. I'll stop by the department store to see if I can buy some cloth."

Lu Miao nodded her chin and said "hmm".

Fu Jingyou patted her to sleep, "What else is missing? Let's buy it together tomorrow."

"I need a salt shaker. I bought seasoning oil bottles, vinegar bottles, etc. today, but there is no salt shaker there."

"Okay, let's buy it together tomorrow."

"And toilet paper..."

Speaking of toilet paper, Lu Miao thought of the toilet again.

"By the way, our house doesn't have a toilet yet. Can it be repaired in the yard?"

Lu Miao leaned into his arms and acted coquettishly:

"Brother You, I don't want to go to the public restroom. I went there this afternoon. It was so disgusting! And it's so big that I was afraid of falling when I stood on it!"

Fu Jingyou's chest shook slightly and she made her laugh.

Lu Miao raised his upper body and raised his voice to emphasize:

"Really! At that time, I thought, if I really fall, please let me fall to death when I slide down. Don't save me!"

The scene was so horrific and disgusting that she didn't want to live if she could.

Fu Jingyou smiled fondly. He didn't think Lu Miao was too troublesome, but was actually endeared by her.

"Xiu, you can make do with it for the next two days. I'll start construction tomorrow after checking the location."

"Ok!"

Lu Miao nodded happily, gave him a kiss, and lay flat on her back with her feet upright on the quilt, trying to get sleepy.

The window is facing the other side, which makes me feel indescribably strange.

Lu Miao tossed and turned, and finally buried her face in Fu Jingyou's arms, and stayed quiet for a while before falling asleep soundly.

The next day, Tang Mei got up first. Afraid of spoiling things, Tang Mei warmed up the remaining noodles from last night.

Lu Miao ate gnocchi in the morning before going out.

Fu Jingyou sent her to school as promised, and then went to the department store on the way.

There is a processing cloth, but it feels very thin and light. You don't need to check it against the light. You can feel the light transmission when you hold it in your hand.

Fu Jingyou rolled up the treatment cloth and put it back, counted the cloth tickets on his body, and pulled out a few feet of fog-blue cotton.

The door width is quite wide. If you go back and put it together, you can get a window of about two and a half feet.

Fu Jingyou gave the money, rolled up the cloth and carried it into his arms, and bought two more large bundles of toilet paper before going home.

Wanting to get familiar with what was around him, when he arrived near his home, he did not go directly into the house. Instead, he walked through a long alley called Baojia Hutong Road and detoured to the market.

It's early today, and the Chinese cabbage just shipped from the market is very fresh.

Thinking that Lu Miao loved vegetables, Fu Jingyou slowed down and picked out the vegetables. He weighed the ones he picked and put them in his pocket and gave them money.

There are few vegetables in late winter and early spring in the north. Vegetables that usually cost one cent now cost two cents a pound.

Fu Jingyou touched four cents and handed it to someone, then walked to the other side of the market holding the things.

Vegetable sellers, various items and tools, and scrap stations are all in the same direction. Fu Jingyou has been here many times and is basically familiar with them.

The area behind is the slaughterhouse and ice plant. There are also some scattered stalls.

When he was looking for cement last time, he took a quick glance at it as he passed by and seemed to have caught a glimpse of the word "recruitment".

I was in a hurry and didn't look carefully, so I didn't know if it was true.

Fu Jingyou plans to go and have a look.

If there are really people recruiting workers, you can ask them about the situation.

The slaughterhouse started working at midnight every day. At this time, the main door was closed, leaving only the small door on one side open.

The blood and water at the door were mixed together, making it wet and greasy.

Fu Jingyou looked around and saw no one he could talk to, so he continued walking forward.

The door of the ice factory was still open, and a blue Dongfeng pickup truck was parked at the door.

In the back compartment, there were two people running up and down to cooperate with loading.

Fu Jingyou took a look and saw that there was indeed a sign recruiting young workers hanging on the door panel facing inward.

He slowed down and spoke directly to the people in the car:
"Brother, are we recruiting workers here? Are we still recruiting now?"

The young man's body looks pretty good.

Zhou Hong stood in the carriage and glanced down, then stepped down on the door bridge.

He cooperated with the tall and lanky boy to move the box from the house. He waved his hand and let the tall and lanky boy carry it first.

He glanced at Fu Jingyou, took a few steps to one side and spoke.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke in a bold accent from the three provinces of Eastern China:

"Where are you from? Doesn't it sound like you're from the north?"

Fu Jingyou nodded and told the truth: "I came from the south."

These days, you need a letter of introduction to travel far away, and there is also a time limit. When the time is up, you must return to your place of residence.

Upon hearing that Fu Jingyou came from the south, Zhou Hong immediately shook his head:
"The factory is short of a porter, but we are looking for long-term workers. Short-term workers are unstable, so we don't want them."

He said, turned around and went back to continue working.

Fu Jingyou followed him and said:

"What's the point of working here? If the time is right, I can do it for a long time."

Zhou Hong looked at him sideways, a little disbelieving: "Aren't you going back to the south?"

If the job was transferred, it would be reasonable to stay in the north for a long time, but the young people in front of me obviously did not.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to the ice factory to find casual labor.

Fu Jingyou shook his head and explained Xu Sheng:

"I go to school nearby, and it may be unstable these days... After these few days, I can come here morning, evening, and noon."

The college entrance examination was resumed years ago, Zhou Hong knew.

There was only a university nearby. Considering the age of the young man in front of him, Zhou Hong immediately understood something.

"College students and educated people, don't you feel ashamed to come here to work as part-time workers?"

"It's all labor, regardless of high or low."

"Okay, a good worker does not distinguish between high and low!"

Zhou Hong liked this sentence very much.

“There is one bus here every year from the National Day to the beginning of summer, and two to three times before the summer solstice and the National Day.”

"Each train carries eighty boxes of goods, and it costs two cents to move a box. It's cold now, so just load the goods at noon. When the weather gets hot later, you'll have to rush early."

"The work is not too heavy, but you have to have a steady hand and not break the glass bottle inside."

The ice factory produces ice and soda in the summer, but in other seasons it is closed or only produces soda depending on the situation.

Currently, the only products coming out of the factory are sodas, which are all in glass bottles.

If we weren't afraid of falling things, it would be easy to recruit people for such an unskilled job as a porter. (End of chapter)