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

Chapter 412 Fried Flour

Lu Miao laughed at him and said that he knew how to be hygienic.

Fu Jingyou curved his lips, smiled generously at her, and said that he should do everything to his wife.

He succeeded and was glared at several times by his wife.

Meizi has a household registration in Beijing and is provided with monthly rations.

But because she couldn't come up with money, she couldn't get enough food rations only a few times a year.

Lu Miao was at home on the weekend, and Mei Zi came over to wash clothes with well water.

Lu Miao knew about this and asked her if he could borrow her grain and oil book to buy grain.

Lu Miao paid for the grain herself.

Originally, he wanted to give Meizi some money, but Lu Miao thought that she would definitely not want it, so she compromised and said:
"I'll borrow your quota for grain and oil and give you two kilograms of fine grain as a reward after buying it, okay?"

Two pounds of fine grain!

Meizi was very moved, but felt embarrassed at the same time.

Lu Miao noticed her shyness, patted her and said:
"That's it. If it's not convenient for you to take the food back, you can just leave it here."

"My aunt is always at home. You can come and get it anytime if you need it."

"Then, sister-in-law, can I borrow your stove then?"

Meizi rolled up her sleeves, squeezed the wet clothes in the bucket, and nodded, feeling embarrassed.

"We will need some firewood then..."

Lu Miao thought she was going to cook here, so she thought of borrowing someone else's grain and oil book to use some firewood.

As a result, when she went to buy grain afterwards, Meizi asked her for two kilograms of flour, and borrowed a stove from her to fry the flour directly.

Afterwards, he packed up the fried flour, tied the plums into the mouth of the bag, and said in a rather embarrassed tone:
"I come here every day and grab a small handful...it lasts a long time."

Lu Miao pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

Frying flour, she knows.

In the red movies I once watched, many revolutionary veterans relied on this to survive on the battlefield.

Plum's fried flour is kept here, and I often come here afterwards.

She came here empty-handed and took the coal cores she picked home to keep. Sometimes she came across a bit of wood or branches on the roadside and brought them to the yard.

Mei Zi also has a job in her eyes. Sometimes Tang Mei is doing laundry in the courtyard and her two children are crying, so she helps take care of them.

Otherwise, Tang Mei would take care of the children and she would help with the laundry.

When Lu Miao is at home, Mei Zi will stay here longer.

If Fu Jingyou is at home, Meizi will always run very fast as if she is afraid of Fu Jingyou, regardless of whether there are others around her.

Lu Miao even laughed.

It is said that Fu Jingyou is born in the year of cat, and Meizi is born in the year of mouse.

Every time I came over to see him, I was terrified.

Fu Jingyou has more classes than Lu Miao, many of which are factory-based practical classes.

The teaching conditions of National People's Congress are much worse than that of Military University. For electrical engineering majors, except for physics and chemistry, I have to learn from teachers.

Other professional content is often learned from the factory workers and masters.

Although there are many classes, it is not too busy.

It’s just that Fu Jingyou really wants to learn it as soon as possible.

Except for the free moving time during lunch, he wished he could get into a book.

When he came back, Tang Mei was busy cooking. When he helped take care of the children, he would hold a book in his hand and read it from time to time.

As for plums?

Fu Jingyou knew that there was such a person in the alley, and he often came to his home, but he had never paid serious attention to him.

Lu Miao teased him, but he only looked up. After listening carefully, he laughed twice, then lowered his head to read the book again.

Lu Miao hugged Mingyi and kissed him twice, then turned around and kicked him gently:
"If you want to read, just light another candle. This kerosene lamp is so dim that it hurts your eyes when you look back."

"will not."

"Why not?" He put down Mingyi, patted his little head and asked him to find his grandma.

Lu Miao got off the kang and put on her shoes.

Fu Jingyou saw her purpose and glanced at his watch. Seeing that it was getting late, he quickly pulled her back.

"Don't watch anymore, let's go to sleep."

Lu Miao glared at him and craned her neck to see Xiao Mingyi wandering back to the other room. Then she closed the door and blew out the kerosene lamp, then groped her way onto the kang.

"Eyes are a big deal. If you become short-sighted, you need to wear glasses. Once you put on the glasses, you can't take them off."

"Okay, if you read at night again, just light an extra candle."

Fu Jingyou thought to himself that he would finish dinner at home and then go back to school for evening self-study.

The school has electric lights. Evening self-study ends at nine o'clock, and the lights are turned off together with the dormitory at ten o'clock.

Thinking about it, Fu Jingyou said again:

"When I have a rest this weekend, I'll go to the subdistrict office and ask if we can also connect the wires to our house, and then install a light or something."

"Isn't it said that the alley is so densely laid out that wires and pipes can't be connected?"

"That's a large courtyard in an alley. We have a separate courtyard. The place is spacious and the wiring is easy to walk. What if it's possible? Anyway, ask about the situation first."

Lu Miao nodded, thinking so.

The room was dark.

Fu Jingyou crossed his arms.

Thinking that his wife should sleep on his arm as usual.

Unexpectedly, the weather warmed up significantly after mid-March.

Lu Miao not only slept on one side while holding the pillow, but also gave him a gentle kick on the waist, muttering coquettishly:

"Don't get so close, it's too hot!"

"..."

I used to be hugged to sleep, but now I suddenly stopped being hugged.

Fu Jingyou felt weak and immediately raised his upper body.

He scratched his head, lifted up the hem of Lu Miao's clothes and stuck it on.

"Take off your clothes when it's hot. What does it have to do with me hugging you? I'll take them off for you!"

"Oh, haha... I'll let you hold me, I'll let you hold me! Stop making trouble!"

He laughed, pushed, and tickled, and was noisy for more than half an hour before falling asleep.

There were morning classes the next day, and the two of them started exploring at six o'clock.

Lu Miao was buttoning her collar. When she saw Fu Jingyou shaking off his clothes and preparing to wear yesterday's clothes, she nodded her chin slightly and said:
"I asked my aunt to wash your spring clothes yesterday. They are at the edge of the kang."

Fu Jingyou responded and took some clean clothes to change into.

Lu Miao unfolded the quilt and folded it, "Are you tired from studying in the factory? It's not getting hot yet. Why does your clothes smell so heavy of sweat?"

Fu Jingyou's hand buttoning the buttons paused slightly.

The sweat on my clothes didn't come out during class, but when I was carrying them around at noon...

How dare Fu Jingyou let Lu Miao know?

While he resumed buttoning, he said vaguely:

"It's very stuffy in the factory. It's like this when there are so many people."

Lu Miao had never seen what an electrical machine factory looked like, but the picture he imagined was that there were many machines, the place was small, airtight, and the smell of engine oil was everywhere.

Thinking about it, I think so. It will definitely be stuffy and hot if there are too many people.

Lu Miao had no doubts and told him:

"Change out of your clothes when they smell. Don't keep wearing them... go back to class and hang out with others, and you will be disliked by others."

"Okay, got it."

Fu Jingyou nodded and responded simply.

But what is the actual situation?
Among the electrical engineering majors, there is no one else who loves to be clean as much as he does.