Suisui at Seventy

"Puff!" Jiang Suisui was seriously amused by Song Yuxue's face, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand and rubbed her cheek, and smiled, "I am teasing you, don't call my sister-in-law, call my sister to listen. !"

Song Yuxue was muttering her mouth when rubbed, and blinking her eyes for unknown reasons: "Sister..."

"Really good!" Jiang Suisui was satisfied, and God knows how much she wants to have a cute little sister!

"Come on, while you rest, my sister will help you!" When Jiang Suisui was happy, he took the wooden rake in Song Yuxue's hand and wanted to help her with the work.

Song Yuxue was suddenly let aside, watching Jiang Suisui work in high spirits and enthusiasm...

She scratched her head and felt that this future sister-in-law was quite diligent...

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Educated Youth Office.

"This is probably the case for the literacy class." Zhang Shuli, the village party secretary, is telling the educated youth about the literacy class teacher, "Educated Shen and Wang Zhiqing, the literacy task in our village is left to you."

Shen Zhiwen smiled: "No problem, it's my honor to be able to help the village."

Wang Xiaoyan was surprised, as if she didn't expect such a good thing to fall on her: "Okay, okay! I will do my best!"

Zhang Shuli nodded: "The literacy class will start tomorrow, and the two teachers will prepare first."

Shen Zhiwen and Wang Xiaoyan nodded and said yes, and politely sent Zhang Shuli away.

Looking back, a group of people began to discuss enthusiastically.

"Yes! What a job!"

"Xiaoyan, I envy you too much!"

"Being a teacher in a literacy class, you can get full work points without having to go to work!"

"How did you choose this? Shouldn't everyone be able to go..."

Wang Xiaoyan was ruddy with excitement. She suppressed her excitement and shook her head: "I don't know. I have never heard of this. I didn't expect to suddenly say that I want to run a literacy class!"

No matter what they are in their hearts, the educated youths still rejoice, and their faces are peaceful.

Only Li Wanyue looked unhappy. She stared at her for a while, then turned back to the room. After sitting down, she became a little uneasy again. She picked up what she had on hand and began to beat her.

"Why? Such a good job was given to Wang Xiaoyan. She can do it, but I can't do it?"

On the other side, Shen Zhiwen also received sour words from his male compatriots.

"Zhiwen, you don't need to ask Ms. Miao to help you work now, haha."

"Zhiwen will save trouble in the future. Look at this thin skin and tender meat, it's not like us, hey, hard work..."

Zhou Qiang was also very sour, but Shen Zhiwen was his roommate.

He could only pull his partner Wang Xiaoyan into the corner and complained: "Xiaoyan, you will feel comfortable as a teacher in the future, but we can't go to work together."

Wang Xiaoyan hurriedly coaxed: "I also want to work with you, but you don't always say that I can't work and can't get a few work points? I become a teacher and I will be able to get full work points in the future. ?"

"It's alright, you go." Zhou Qiang felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't say that he was jealous of the work of the object, so he said impatiently, "You stay away from Shen Zhiwen, don't be hooked by him."

"What are you talking about!" Wang Xiaoyan slapped him with anger, "Do you still know what I am? I put my mind on you, otherwise I can let my mother work in the city and follow you. This poor country suffers hardships? You say that you are not guilty!"

While talking, Wang Xiaoyan cried aggrievedly.

Zhou Qiang became more and more impatient in his heart, and came and came again, saying all day that it was for him, making it as if he was forcing her to go to the countryside.

"Don't cry when you are done, I was wrong. I just saw that Shen Zhiwen looks good, and the girls like him like that, so I felt sore and just said casually." He comforted a few words perfunctorily, and Wang Xiaoyan said this. Only then slowly stopped the crying.

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"Xiaoxue, will your brother go to the literacy class?" After leaving work in the evening, Jiang Suisui sent Song Yuxue home. He couldn't help asking his curiosity on the way.

Song Yuxue thought for a while, shook her head and said, "No."

Jiang Suisui was a little surprised: "Why not? He, he doesn't want to... No, doesn't the village party secretary say that every household must participate? He doesn't go, are you going?"

Unexpectedly, Song Yuxue really nodded: "Well, I'll go."

"Oh, Song Weizheng is so true, why do you still squeeze the children?" Jiang Suisui sighed casually, "I should have fun after the holidays. As a result, I still have to go to evening self-study every day."

Song Yuxue was silly to understand, but she still remembered to defend her brother: "No, my brother is very busy every day! There are still things after work, so I don't have time to go."

Jiang Suisui became interested as soon as he heard it: "Why are you busy after getting off work?"

Song Yuxue hurriedly covered her mouth, as if she accidentally leaked her mouth.

Seeing her in horror, Jiang Suisui couldn't help but smile and said, "Xiaoxue, you are all called my sister-in-law, what else can't you say between us?"

Song Yuxue covered her mouth and shook her head, and said dullly: "This is my brother's business, I, I don't know..."

The next moment, she suddenly said: "You are married to your brother. If he has anything, of course he will tell you by himself."

Jiang Suisui, who was defeated by the generals: "Okay..."

Anyway, she could guess it, not to mention, Song Weizheng must be doing business in private.

She sent Song Yuxue to the door of her house, waved to her and said, "I'm home, see you tomorrow."

Song Yuxue supported the courtyard gate to look at her, hesitated, and said, "You, do you want to come in and sit down?"

"Huh? Are you so enthusiastic today?" Jiang Suisui said bluntly, "Okay, I will stop by to see Aunt Lan, how is her health recently?..."

Jiang Suisui followed Song Yuxue into the small courtyard of Song's family as she muttered, but she was stunned as she spoke.

Didn’t Song Weizheng be busy?

What happened to this man who squatted in the yard and fed the chickens leisurely?

Jiang Suisui looked at Song Yuxue with a puzzled face, and expressed his doubts with his eyes.

Song Yuxue blinked and said nonchalantly, "Today is my brother's birthday, so my mother told him to spend it at home."

Huh! Birthday? !

Suddenly Jiang Suisui regretted the steps he took when he stepped into the yard.

But it's all here, you can't pretend to be ignorant...

Just when she stood awkwardly not knowing if she should say happy birthday, the curtain of the kitchen was lifted, and Song Rulan walked out of it.

She looked at Jiang Suisui with surprise on her face: "Sui Sui, are you here?"

Song Rulan happily walked over and took Jiang Suisui's hand: "It just happened to be here. I will cook by myself today. You must stay for a meal."

Jiang Suisui: "No, no, I just send Xiaoxue home, and come in to see you by the way, so I won't be able to eat."

"How do you call Cengfan?" Song Rulan groaned, "I want you to stay for dinner."

"Don't you think, A Zheng?" Song Rulan turned her head and called, "You have been married for a while, and you haven't invited Suisui to have a meal at home."

Song Weizheng patted the chicken feed on his hands, stood up, looked at Jiang Suisui and said, "Since it's here, let's eat together."

"I..." Jiang Suisui wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Song Rulan holding her hand.

Song Rulan pulled her to the main room and sat down, and then beckoned to Song Weizheng: "Azheng, please treat Suisui well."

Then he took Xiaoxue and left: "Xiaoxue came over to help Mom beat her hands."

"Aunt Lan!" Jiang Sui stood up quickly and said loudly, "May I help you?"

"No." Song Rulan's gentle voice came from the kitchen not far away, "You are a guest, so sit still today, just a while."

Song Weizheng poured her a glass of water, took some clean wild fruits, and put them in front of her: "Sit down, it's rare for my mother to cook her hands next time."

Jiang Suisui had to sit down, holding a water glass, and face to face with Song Weizheng awkwardly.

Why did it suddenly become staying for dinner... Does this count as attending Song Weizheng's birthday party?

Song Weizheng, who was on the opposite side, was sitting, but his hands were not idle. He pulled the basket on the ground to the side, pulled up a few straws, and began to weave it.

His hands are constantly moving, skillful and flexible, and Jiang Suisui is dazzled and almost fascinated.

She couldn't help asking: "What are you making up?"

Song Weizheng kept moving his hands without lifting his head, and said in a deep voice, "Straw hat, for Xiaoxue."

Jiang Suisui nodded suddenly, and after watching for a while, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's amazing! There will be a prototype so soon."

Song Weizheng was a little funny when she heard her admiration that she didn't seem to be fake. Many people in the village knew something, but it seemed like a great skill to her.

With a thought, he simply picked up a few straws again and knit his fingers flexibly.

After a while, Jiang Suisui's eyes widened, and a vivid grasshopper appeared on Song Weizheng's hand.

Song Weizheng raised his hand and handed the grasshopper to Jiang Suisui.

"Yes, for me?" Jiang Suisui asked in surprise.

"Seeing you are bored, let's play with it." Song Weizheng put the grasshopper in her palm.

"Thank you..." Suddenly receiving a gift, Jiang Suisui was a little surprised.

She looked down at this freshly-baked grasshopper. The more she looked at it, the more interesting she became. It was the first time she had come into contact with this kind of natural handmade gadget.

its not right…

Jiang Suisui suddenly recalled, isn't it Song Weizheng's birthday today? She should give him a gift, right?

I even received a gift, so I am embarrassed.

However, she didn't seem to have anything to give away... Jiang Suisui pinched the grasshopper and fell into thought.

After such a short time, the straw hat in Song Weizheng's hand has been knitted for a little while, and his hands are fast.

Jiang Suisui was attracted by him again. From the corner of his eye, he saw a pile of wheat straw in the basket. With a thought, he suddenly had an idea.

She stretched out her hand, picked up three straws, thinking about the handmade bracelet made before, and began to weave it.

Song Weizheng thought she was making up for fun, so he didn't care too much. He didn't want to wait for a while. A pair of white and tender hands held a braided hand rope and tentatively made gestures to his wrist.

Song Weizheng:?

Jiang Suisui wanted to make a straw woven hand rope like a bracelet and chain rope in his previous life. It looks the same, but it seems that the effect is not good.

She gestured to Song Weizheng's wrist twice, and suddenly said, "It doesn't seem to be very good...hey, the straw is not pretty at all, it would be nice if there was a red string..."

After she finished speaking, she was about to retract the strap, but the next moment, her hand was stagnant.

Jiang Suisui looked up, Song Weizheng stretched out his hand and grabbed the strap.