Bai Fumei in the ’70s Chapter 82
Translated by Serena Love
The crystal pan-fried bun in his mouth had a crispy bottom and a thin layer of skin. The meat inside was thick and juicy. The juice inside was flavored with tube bone soup. It was fresh and rich. He Songbai tasted four of them and felt not satisfied enough.
He opened his mouth again after eating, but he took a mouthful of cold wind and sand.
"No more?"
It took a long time for Zhao Lanxiang to respond to what He Songbai said to be sweet. She looked down at the only two fried pan-fried buns with corned meat in her arms. The one that He Songbai had just eaten was stuffed with leeks. Where did the sweetness come from?
Zhao Lanxiang's heart was suddenly hot by his muffled expression.
She pinched the lean muscle on the man's waist and silently lowered her head to feed him two "sweet" meat buns.
"This is sweet."
He Songbai held a corned meat bun and squinted lazily.
"It's all sweet!"
After the long drive, Zhao Lanxiang didn't speak, but He Songbai kept chattering all the way.
"Big girl, sing a song for me to listen?"
"Who do you call a big girl, don't you have a sister?"
Zhao Lanxiang pinched him again and scolded, "Just ride your bike. Why do you want so many things?"
Her family sometimes called her "Niu Niu" or "big girl," and it was indeed, because Zhao Lanxiang had no elder sister.
Zhao Lanxiang's grandfather, Zhao Xiong, has three sons. Zhao Yongqing ranked second, and there is an older brother. Zhao Lanxiang's uncle had a son and a daughter, but his daughter is one year younger than Zhao Lanxiang.
It is not surprising that Zhao Lanxiang heard He Songbai call out this title. She often put letters written from home on the table, and the title given by her parents at the beginning of the letter was Big Girl.
She asked, "You peeked at my letter?"
"No." He Songbai quickly replied.
He just glanced at random and looked at her letterhead.
The lady was very careless. She put the letter under his nose danglingly, so he was looking at it openly.
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But to be honest, He Songbai was still curious about her family. She was familiar with his family, but he didn't even know how many people in her family, or their surnames and first names.
He Songbai said casually, "Don't you sing, big girl?"
Zhao Lanxiang pinched him and couldn't bear him, so she lowered her head and sang.
Her soft voice was not as clear as usual, with the hoarseness from the morning, and a strangely shallow laziness.
"The moon is so beautiful. The moon is not you.
Shine by my side, without your affection."
She hummed slowly, and she couldn't remember the old songs from decades ago. She hummed over the lyric when she didn't know it. She only remembered a few sentences clearly.
Time will never come back, leaving infinite memories.
Who knows where you are tonight, who knows where I am tonight. "
Along the green and cold mountain, tens of thousands of leaves have fallen from the trees. But the pine and cypress trees in the cliffs are still evergreen—the shallow tone brought a touch of sadness.
"Seeing the moon reminds me of your love."
After He Songbai listened to her singing, he hummed and said, "Are the song of your city people so unrestrained?"
Zhao Lanxiang said unconvincingly, "Your folk songs, um...what a good brother and sister, is it still hot?"
He Songbai heard the words and smiled sullenly.
She said, "You also sing a good brother and sister song for me?"
"No singing, no singing."
After He Songbai finished speaking, he pedaled his bike more vigorously. The wind blew past his sturdy head, across his wheaten neck, and poured into his neck.
The wind also swayed Zhao Lanxiang's braided hair. She held her hair and pressed her face to his warm back, and couldn't help but smile.
This shy and boring little man.
...
After riding for a long time, they arrived at the new pig farm. This pig farm was deeper into the heart of the mountain than the original one. It took a long time to go back and forth. No wonder she never saw his figure during this time. If it took so much time to come here, she also did not want to go home casually.
It was also just in time as the winter is a slack period for farming. The farm work of the brigade was not much. Luckily he was idle. Otherwise, he would be exhausted by running back and forth twice a day.
He Songbai took her up the mountain, and there was a strong smell of pig feces from an unremarkable tile house hidden by the forest.
Before she got close, Zhao Lanxiang could smell the vivid smell.
The place where the pigs were raised was really stinky. No wonder he had these smells on his body. It was almost what she guessed. The pig farms and slaughterhouse he worked at were gone, and he needed a considerable sum of money in a short period of time. What else except for buying the pig farm?
Zhao Lanxiang walked into the pig farm and counted a few. There were no fewer than a hundred pigs, but they were nothing but a suckling pig. However, some pigs are slightly larger, but she can't see any pigs that can be sold at a glance. For a short period of time, this pig farm had no income.
She couldn't help but move her eyes and fell into deep thought.
Gou Sheng and Niu Dan saw He Songbai brought a stranger over, and they came over involuntarily.
He Songbai introduced them to each other. He pointed to Zhao Lanxiang and said, "My girlfriend, my own person."
"Rest assured."
Gou Sheng saw Zhao Lanxiang and glanced at her a few more times, "Let's bring fewer people in the future. This can be very nerve-wracking."
Niu Dan said, "Sister-in-law."
Gou Sheng left complaining, but he also greeted Zhao Lanxiang.
Niu Dan coughed and said, "We have just started this job. He was so worried that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. He always had to come here."
He Songbai moved the pen, stood in the pigsty, and touched the little piglets, inspecting them one by one.
He whispered to Zhao Lanxiang, "The two of them have been friends with me for many years. They live in this deep mountain and old forest because they live for the pig farm."
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but be surprised.
He Songbai said, "For the sake of safety, Gou Sheng had to say that."
"My pig farm will never close down as easily as the previous one."
Zhao Lanxiang looked at him with a firm and proud face and couldn't help but smile.
"Yes, it will keep doing well."
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"It's good to pay attention to safety in everything. I was quite worried before, and I can only feel relieved after seeing it with my own eyes."
She and He Songbai walked out of the pig farm and stood on the mountainside, looking out at the bare trees at the foot of the mountain.
The terrain of this mountain was very well chosen. Standing here and looking down, they can see anyone who came. It would be better if there were telescopes, and people could see clearly.
She thought about it and said, "Do you know how to raise pigs?"
He Songbai nodded, "I kept two pigs previously."
Zhao Lanxiang said, "I also know that most of you farmers can raise pigs, but raising a pig is not the same as raising many pigs."
If the pig feed was well formulated and the pigs were raised scientifically, in theory, it was okay to raise one pig in three months. But in reality, usually it was a pig every three to four months. But now, when she came to the country, she found that the people here raise one pig per year. From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, the whole pig is fat, nearly two hundred pounds.
But if you have a pig farm and only produced one pig a year, you will die.
He Songbai listened to his girlfriend's words, his eyes deepened.
"Sounds like you have ideas, please tell me."
Zhao Lanxiang quickly waved her hand, "How can I give advice."
She walked side by side with He Songbai in the woods. She said as she walked, "I used to hear from the teacher in school that everything should be organized. Marx also advocated methodology. The captain of the second brigade next door often fiddled with agriculture and looked at popular science books. Don't you use scientific methods to farm?"
"It's the same to raise pigs. If you want to raise pigs scientifically, you can't raise them indiscriminately. I'll find books like this for you. Do you... want to read it?"
He Songbai heard her words, and his deep eyebrows stretched. He slightly raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were suddenly bright.
He nodded again and again, "I will read. I will!"
He couldn't help but praise and admire this woman. She was courageous and broad-minded, just like his grandmother.
He Songbai is sincerely proud that he had made such a good partner. His girlfriend is different.
He is willing to listen to her, and he can't even wait to find a book on how to raise pigs.
He Songbai's culture was all taught by her grandmother from her little bits of memory. There were no textbooks. Grandma taught him what she could think.
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He was full of complex emotions about books. Books were both unfamiliar and useless to a farmer, but he was a descendant of intellectuals. His ancestors' desire and yearning for knowledge were embedded in his blood. He thought that he should be an intellectual, but in reality, he is an ordinary farmer.
He Songbai pinched his girl's slightly chilled fingers and said warmly, "I will ask Li Zhong to look for it, what do you think?"
Zhao Lanxiang looked at this man's excitement and honesty. He asked her questions awkwardly, as if he was about to faint. She couldn't help but laugh, "Of course, that is good. His network is much wider than you."
"This kind of book may not be easy to find. Let me ask my friends to pay attention to it."
Nowadays, popular science books were not popular like in the future, so if people went into the bookstore, they can't find a lot. The popular book of this year was the Red Book, the various quotes from the chairman, and Marxist-Leninist thoughts. There were not even bookstores in the whole city, and it was really not easy to find a hard-working book, especially in backward places like N City.
He Songbai's heart was bubbling like molten lava.
He should know that he had to share with her about the pig breeding. After telling her, he would have an idea. It felt so good for two people to discuss and make suggestions together!
No matter how tired he was, he would always supported by someone. Everything could be considered and discussed.
Li Zhong is an illiterate old man. He can't count on him clearly. He Songbai can imagine talking to him about raising pigs would be like playing a piano with cattle.
He Songbai's brain felt hurt. He couldn't help but think about Teacher Gu's tirelessly shared the rock composition and earthwork with him a few months ago, and he could still chat with relish for several rounds. He really deserved to be called a good teacher!
He Songbai feared that Gou Sheng and the others wouldn't be able to raise pigs, so he especially invited the pig masters who had raised pigs out in the mountain and took them for some time to get them started.
Fortunately, Li Zhong didn't care about how to raise pigs. He gave this matter to several pig masters. His mind probably thought that the pig was so sturdy, and it should be enough to feed them from time to time. How could there be so many trivial things!
Rural people don't raise pigs in a hurry, and the pigs don't have to be round and fat. Why would they pay so much attention to them?
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