The 1970s Little Village Girl [Through the Book]

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He Fengjiao looked at the handwriting in confusion and bit her lip lightly.

This handwriting didn't look like the handwriting of a village wretch, nor did it look like the handwriting of a girl.

She suddenly remembered the sound outside the window last night. Was someone knocking on her window?

Then she remembered that someone seemed to call her name before she fell asleep.

A handsome and serious face flashed through He Fengjiao's mind, and her lips bent unconsciously.

Is it him?

It seems that it can only be him!

It seems that he is not so cold, at least he knows how to reciprocate.

Just a little shy.

He Fengjiao looked at the candied fruit in the paper package, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Even before tasting it, the sweetness has already penetrated into her heart.

It is obviously not something rare, let alone an expensive ingredient, but He Fengjiao's heart is filled with honey.

She didn't even want to share the preserved fruits with Da Niu and Xiao Wang, even though there was a bag full of them.

He Fengjiao opened the drawer, put a bag of preserved fruits in it, and then locked it.

That feeling was like locking up her own little secret.

After He Fengjiao walked out of the room, she found that it was already very late. In fact, it was only seven o'clock. However, for the villagers who had to go to work at five o'clock, what else could He Fengjiao call this if not being lazy and enjoying the food?

However, today happened to be the Dragon Boat Festival. Except for He Chunsheng and He Guoqiang who went out early, the women in the family and He Guoping did not go to work.

He Dasao fried the rice dumplings that she wrapped yesterday early in the morning. The meat dumplings were cut into slices of moderate thickness. After frying, they had a layer of charred skin, which was fragrant and crispy, and not greasy at all.

He Fengjiao, who didn't like rice dumplings very much, ate several pieces, which was almost two rice dumplings.

In the past, He Fengjiao would definitely not be able to eat so many.

One rice dumpling would fill her up for the whole morning.

He Ersao and He Fengjiao had breakfast together. Seeing that He Fengjiao was full, she asked, "Jiaojiao, did you hear any strange noises outside the window last night?"

He Ersao and He Fengjiao's rooms were adjacent, and both windows faced south, but outside the windows was a private plot of land with two trees.

Normally, few people would pass by.

He Fengjiao thought of the bag of preserved fruit on the window, and couldn't help choking while drinking water. Then she answered with a twinkling look in her eyes: "Ah? Is there? I didn't hear it."

He Ersao frowned: "I ate zongzi last night and felt a little bloated. I didn't sleep well. I heard the window ringing in a daze, and thought someone was there. I was startled. I thought you would see something if you stayed up late."

He Fengjiao pretended Not knowing what to do, she took another sip of tea and said in a serious tone, "Maybe it's a mouse. I saw a big mouse in my private plot when I went to pick peppers before."

When He Ersao heard this, she said, "I've seen it before. Maybe it wants to get into the house. No, I can't sleep with the window open in the future. What if the mouse gets in and eats sweet potatoes?!"