There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Chapter 840 Brother Chengbao, are you back?

He should also be thinking about the woman who will soon be his wife. It's strange. He used to fall asleep by touching the pillow. Now he always thinks about her for a while. One night, he lay down next to Lao Han's bed to sleep and did something he shouldn't have done. dream.

 Finally, he was mercilessly slapped awake by Lao Han:

“Xiao Zheng, what are you eating while holding my hand? Are you hungry for pig trotters?”

 “I’m having a sweet dream! Can’t you wake me up later?”

Zheng Chengbao was not happy anymore. He drank water and complained about Lao Han. His mouth was full of salty sweat, but it was not as sweet as in his dream.

He would not tell Lao Han that he was dreaming about his wife. At the critical moment when the couple went into the freezing room, Lao Han woke him up. Do you think he is bad?

Thinking of that dream, Zheng Laosan's face turned unnaturally red, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

For the first time, I look forward to getting married soon. My wife and children are all hot on the bed. No matter how cold the weather is, someone will warm my bed when I get home.

Thinking like this, his feet moved faster. The cat bent his waist, lowered his head, and swished toward home like a little cheetah.

 It took fifty minutes to an hour to walk, but he ran back to the village in less than half an hour.

 It’s no wonder that the villagers said he was a strong man, his speed was incredible.

When he got home, the setting sun had already retreated and disappeared under the mountain, and the moon and stars were on duty. From a distance, he saw the shadows of people moving under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. The mosquitoes were getting up late. The villagers chatting about the mountains under the old locust tree had had enough. Carrying a small stool home to sleep.

Zheng Chengbao walked into the village entrance with windy steps. When he saw Zheng Dashan, he blinked and didn't want to say hello.

 “The leopard is back!”

On the contrary, Zheng Dashan saw Zheng Chengbao smiling and greeted him first.

"uncle."

Zheng Chengbao yelled stiffly and kept walking. He had heard that Zheng Dasheng replaced his father as the captain of the brigade. It was not that he cared about this position, but Zheng Cuixiang, who was against her family, followed by everyone in his family. Look down on it.

Zheng Dashan looked at Zheng Chengbao's back with some embarrassment, sighed, and walked towards the field with a stick.

There is no other way. He can't command the people in the village. Anyone he asks to go on patrol will complain of stomachache or headache.

 In the end, he had no choice but to patrol by himself, but it was no use! Isn’t it easy for a group of people to look at you alone?

 It felt like he was fighting against the whole village by himself.

Think about when Zheng Dakui was the captain, who would dare not listen to his orders?

Don’t say you’re not sick, even if you are really sick you still have to get up and perform your tasks.

Just like the last time I arrested Li Xiuqin, for example, for the first two days, the villagers refused to patrol because they said there was a ghost. On the third day, Zheng Dakui exploded and his work points were directly deducted. Who dares not to go?

When it was my turn to use this trick, people just said coolly, "The official doesn't step on the patient!"

You can let me go. If I die, you can support my family.

Zheng Dashan became more and more upset as he walked. He felt tired. He was like a briquette sandwiched in the middle, with his upper and lower parts being burned by fire.

When Zheng Laosan was about to arrive home, he met someone he hadn't seen for a long time. She was standing in the dark like a wandering spirit. The place where she stood was a willow tree as thick as one person, and the willow branches swayed like dancing arms. , the bold Zheng Chengbao was startled at first glance, he stopped and frowned and shouted at the black shadow:

 “Who’s there?”

The figure under the willow tree turned out, walked to Zheng Chengbao silently, looked up at him, and his voice was as low as a mosquito humming.

“It’s me. I’ll cool down here for a while. Brother Chengbao, are you back?”

 (End of this chapter)