Reborn as a rough guy in the 1970s, Jiaojiao is blessed with good fortune

Chapter 142

The warm wind of spring melts the earth, it’s another good time of year,

At the cusp of the divorce storm, Zhang Qinghua devoted herself to farming and construction work in Xiaoxi Village. She had made the strongest psychological preparation.

Although the divorce tore her life apart, it was a clean and tidy divorce with no consequences or entanglements.

She directly presented her brokenness and ugliness in front of others. With Xiuxiu's firm support, she worked hard to grow up again, facing life head-on without flinching or fearing!

But the situation of drowning people with spit that once made her extremely fearful did not happen.

People in her hometown are more warm to her than before. Many aunts and sisters have asked her about her well-being and told her a lot about Zhang Jiancheng's achievements in Xiaoxi Village.

Running water, electric lights, farm water canals, and all kinds of help for everyone!

Qinghua is proud, extremely proud!

She was glad that she was still alive, alive until now, alive until Xiuxiu appeared, alive until divorce, and alive until a new era of freedom.

Every time when everyone was chatting, Xiuxiu would watch her smile from the side. That smile was warm and firm, as if she had been saying to Qinghua: I am with you! Always by your side!

Xiuxiu was afraid that it would be dangerous for her to live alone, so she insisted on letting her stay in the Feng family. Zhang Qinghua already knew about the Feng family last year, but only when she really lived here did she realize how incredible the warmth of a big family is!

It was so incredible that it could make her forget her pain, make her look up again, and make her see the sun piercing the clouds with its endless light.

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On March [-]th, the Tomb-Sweeping Day has passed, and there is a thin spring rain in the sky. Everyone said that this year

Still a good year.

Xiuxiu's clothing tailor team has added three more people, two of whom are sisters from Hongcun, and one who is from the same village.

There are several sisters who are eager to join, but Xiuxiu has not agreed yet. She feels that Liu Ping's small volume of goods cannot meet the needs of so many sisters.

It was evening, and the rain was about to stop. Feng Dachuan shook off the rainwater on his body. When he entered the door and saw the room full of people, he said: "Hey! The weather is not good today. I didn't even go to the fields. Instead, I went to your place." The workers are here! Sister! You are almost turning into a factory! You can’t even sit down!"

Xiu Xiu had just told everyone about the changes in the new style of clothes. Everyone was quietly doing needlework. When Dachuan said this, they all raised their heads. Aunt Ya scoffed: "Hey! Dachuan is trying to drive us away! "

Dachuan leaned against the window sill and quickly retorted: "What are you talking about, Auntie! You know I didn't mean that! I was praising you for your ingenuity and good business!"

A sister from Hongcun giggled and said to her sisters from the same village: "Look at Dachuan's tone of voice, is it the same as Zhao Xiaosheng from our village!"

"Who said anything about me! What am I like?" Zhao Xiaosheng's voice sounded like a bell, and he was already standing at the door.

Aunt Ya packed up the tailoring basket and stood up and said, "Hey! They're all back, I really can't sit down anymore! Let's go, the freeloaders are here, they have to cook!"

Zhao Xiaosheng laughed and said loudly: "Auntie! Why don't you just say that I am a beggar!"

Everyone laughed, packed up their things and got up to go out. When it was time to go home and cook, Xiuxiu sent everyone away, and Yingying poked her head out of the kitchen: "Sister! The dishes are ready.

La! "

Yingying goes to school every day, and when she comes back from school, she takes the initiative to go to the kitchen to do the final processing of the semi-finished noodles prepared by Qinghua and Xiuxiu. The family has grown, and everyone has to share the work. Everyone is very conscious!

Feng Laogen took Dandan to the kitchen. Zhao Xiaosheng picked up the child and threw it several times, making Dandan scream.

When he sat down, Zhao Xiaosheng took out two dollars and gave it to Xiuxiu: "Here! Next month's meal money! I paid in advance!"

This was Xiuxiu's request. She went to the brigade to apply to separate the Feng family's work points accounting. Each person could use the money they earned from working, and the adults in the family would put two yuan a month together as a family living fund. Or it’s too stressful!

Xiuxiu collected the money, took the account book and recorded it, and sneered: "Brother! You have directly entered the household registration of Xiaoxi Village! Uncle Dayou is so happy! Let him designate a house for you at the west end of the village! "

Zhao Xiaosheng poked his chopsticks: "You're causing trouble!"

The family gathered around the small table and started eating. The sound of eating was all for a while. Zhao Xiaosheng couldn't hold it in anymore and said: "Xiu'er! Turn on the radio that Jiancheng brought and let everyone listen to it to relieve their boredom! I always hide it. What are you doing!"

Feng Dachuan quickly said: "My sister is afraid of hearing the news about the war!"

Yingying added: "Sister Qinghua can't listen either!"

Xiuxiu glared at Zhao Xiaosheng, but the back of her hand was held by Zhang Qinghua. Qinghua said: "Xiuxiu! Let's listen!"

In fact, Xiuxiu knew the outcome of the war, but it was the outcome of the overall situation, not Zhang Jiancheng's personal outcome. Listening to the news only made her more worried, so she put away the radio very early. She was afraid that listening to the news would make her unable to sleep.

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Qinghua didn't object to the suggestion, so Xiuxiu put down her chopsticks, went to the house to get the radio, adjusted the news channel and put it in the middle of the dining table. Sure enough, as soon as she turned it on, she heard what was being broadcast on the news:

"After a month of fierce fighting, our army achieved an overwhelming victory, but it also paid a heavy price. In this successful blitzkrieg, thousands of soldiers of our army sacrificed their lives..."

Everyone was silent. Behind every number is a family.

Feng Laogen put down his chopsticks, picked up his pipe, and said with a solemn brow: "Jian Jiancheng has never sent a letter to my family. Judging from the situation, he should be on the front line!"

Feng Dachuan also put down his chopsticks, but he showed an optimistic look and said: "No news is the best! If there is a letter, I don't dare to read it! Every time there is a letter from my sister, my heart skips a beat!"

He looked at his sister and asked carelessly: "Why do you contact Cui Lingzhi so often!"

Xiuxiu said "hmm" and said, "We have something to discuss!"

There is a reason for frequent letters, but she saw that Zhao Xiaosheng had been silent all the time, which was wrong. Xiuxiu pushed Zhao Xiaosheng: "You insisted on listening to the radio, why are you not talking now!"

Zhao Xiaosheng put down his chopsticks and rubbed his hands. The sadness of the seven-foot man was not easy to show. He was obviously worried, but his words changed when he said it: "This is not an issue that can be avoided. With bullets and bullets flying, no one can guarantee..."

"What are you talking about, brother!" Xiuxiu quickly interrupted him, feeling a little annoyed. She was most afraid of the words "shooting bullets."

Zhao Xiaosheng shut up and entrusted the whole family to him when Jiancheng left. Regarding various possible outcomes, as Zeng

As an experienced soldier, he had nothing to say and could think openly, but he was afraid that the family would not be able to think clearly and would have to beat everyone up, so he had to have some mental construction.