Rebirth of the Flying Era

Fortunately, Du Fei had seen it before crossing, and faced with the attack of Widow Qin's charm, he wouldn't be able to seduce her soul.

Instead, a heavy cough came from Widow Qin's house.

A window was lifted slightly, revealing half of the face of a fat old lady, who was the mother-in-law of the pretty widow.

Widow Qin's husband's family name is Jia.

Du Fei knew that this old godly woman was not easy to mess with.

Logically speaking, Du Fei was only nineteen years old, eleven years behind Widow Qin, and Mrs. Jia would not have thought of anything dirty.

But Du Fei changed his outfit, Granny Jia didn't recognize him, she only saw her daughter-in-law and a tall young man, talking and laughing, moving their hands and feet, wasn't she moved?

How can this be endured! Sound the warning immediately.

However, Widow Qin didn't want to finish it. Although it was only for a moment, it was only a few words, which made her feel very relaxed and interesting.

Glancing at the mother-in-law in the room, a trace of sadness welled up inexplicably in my heart.

"Aunt Jia is at home." Du Fei greeted with a smile.

It wasn't until Granny Jia realized that this dog-like person was actually the kid from the Du family in the backyard.

Heaving a sigh of relief, he closed the window awkwardly.

From her point of view, Du Fei is just a brat, and no matter what, she can't look down on widow Qin, who is a widow.

But he didn't know that Du Fei was quite old before crossing, and Widow Qin was also young and beautiful in his eyes.

Widow Qin was a little embarrassed, and she couldn't chat with Du Fei anymore. She was about to go to do the laundry, but Du Fei stopped her: "Sister Qin, do you have a sewing machine at home?"

Widow Qin asked with an 'hmm', "Do you want to use it?"

"Look at what you said, how can I use that thing." Du Fei said with a smile: "It's almost winter, and my bedding is gone, so I simply replaced it with a new one."

Widow Qin had a surprised expression on her face.

In these years, it is not easy to change a set of bedding and bedding. Cotton tickets alone can stump countless people. Making new bedding is a dowry for the new wife!

Du Fei actually changed as he said, this is not a local tyrant, but a prodigal.

The only kindness left in Widow Qin's heart caused a trace of pity to flash in her eyes.

Du Fei didn't know yet, but in the pretty widow's heart, he had already equated with the prodigal son, and continued to say: "Sister Qin, it's a pity to change that set of bedding and throw it away. I thought about washing it, changing it into a cotton curtain, hanging it On the door and window."

Widow Qin's eyes rolled, and she understood the meaning of Du Fei's words.

However, it is not a small project to change the bedding into cotton curtains, and even change the washing belt.

Although this pretty widow usually speaks beautifully in the courtyard and is very enthusiastic about every household's affairs, she will never contribute her efforts in vain.

Du Fei didn't want to use her in vain, so he hurriedly said: "Sister Qin, don't worry, I won't let you work for nothing, fifty cents."

The pretty widow's eyes lit up, and she was even more convinced that Du Fei was a little prodigal.

Although this work is cumbersome, in the final analysis it is unpacking and washing the quilt. According to her calculations, it can be done for thirty cents, but Du Fei actually gave fifty cents as soon as he opened his mouth.

Simply did not wash the clothes, Qin Huairu immediately went home to get a ruler, and was busy going to the backyard with Du Fei.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he was stopped again: "Hey! Sister Qin, you are..."

While speaking, a man with disheveled hair, wearing a dirty green padded jacket, and a greasy face came out of the main room of the middle courtyard.

This man is the cook who often brings leftovers to Widow Qin.

His family name is He, He Dazhu, and everyone in the courtyard is called Zhuzi.

He had no mother in his early years, his own father ran away with another woman ten years ago, and he was left to raise a younger sister to grow up, and he didn't marry a wife when he was almost thirty.

These years, she has been thinking about Widow Qin a lot. Although she didn't say anything, she was determined in her heart and regarded Widow Qin as a taboo.

Suddenly found that Widow Qin was in a hurry, as if she was going to follow a little boy, she immediately became vigilant, opened her eyes wide, and stared at Du Fei

"Brother Zhuzi, I beg Sister Qin for some help." Du Fei smiled.

The cook was stunned for a moment, looked up and down, and then recognized: "Fuck~ you are Du Fei?"

But Widow Qin couldn't wait for them to chat anymore, she turned her head and glared at the cook, "Xiao Du has something else to do, we can talk later." She hurriedly dragged Du Fei away.

Today is Sunday, and the old women in the yard are all at home, who knows how to unpack and wash a quilt.

Widow Qin was afraid that she would be robbed of her fifty cents job because she would have many dreams at night.

Seeing the pretty widow and Du Fei get into the moon gate, He Dazhu scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, but didn't think much about it.

Du Fei was ten years behind him and Widow Qin, so he was not of the same generation at all.

Finding that the little boy is Du Fei, he relieved his vigilance, hummed a little tune, swayed, and walked out of the courtyard.

On Du Fei's side, he followed behind the pretty widow and came straight to his door.

The door was unlocked, but Widow Qin was a little restrained, and let Du Fei open the door to enter the house.

Du Fei had already thrown away the broken kang mat, and the kang was bare with a blanket rolled up.

Widow Qin's work is also very convenient. After asking where the cotton curtain should be hung, she immediately lifted her legs onto the kang, pouted her big butt, measured the ruler and recorded it, and said, "Don't worry if you leave this job to my sister. I'll get it right for you."

Du Fei stood on the ground generously, watching the pretty widow busy. After she measured the size, he looked at the bedroll: "I'll take you to the middle courtyard?"

Widow Qin glanced at him, and said with a small mouth: "Don't mind me, I'll dirty your newly bought little leather jacket again."

As he spoke, he brushed his hair back, inserted the bamboo ruler into the collar of his neck, picked up the heavy bedroll very sturdyly, and left.

After the pretty widow left, Du Fei came back after closing the door, changed his clothes, and started to work.

First, he used a broom to sweep away all the debris on the kang, but due to years of disrepair, more and more debris was swept away. Du Fei was also helpless, so he had to make do with the newly bought mats on the kang.

The kang mat I bought this time is not made of bamboo, but made of reeds.

Although the reed mat is not as durable as the bamboo mat, it is more comfortable to use, and the winter is not so cold.

I went to light the stove again, heated up the kang, and then spread the newly bought bedding on the hot kang to dry them thoroughly.

Although the quilts bought from the department store were new, they were kept in the warehouse for an unknown period of time, so they inevitably contained moisture.

After Du Fei finished these, he went to the outer room to gather up the remaining briquettes and firewood.

It's almost winter, and the leftovers in his house are definitely not enough to burn, and he will have to buy more later.

There is also a lot of food at home. Even if there is no shortage of money on hand, it is impossible to always go to restaurants to eat. First, meat coupons and food coupons cannot afford it, and second, the impact is not good. There are always people who don't cook at home.

While Du Fei was working and thinking about how to live in the future, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Du Fei responded and looked up.

"Comrade Du Fei, I'm Sun Qiang." A well-dressed, honest-looking young man opened the door and walked in: "My father asked me to deliver something."

Du Fei didn't expect Director Sun to act so fast and deliver the money ticket the next day. It seemed that he was also afraid of long nights and dreams.

"It's Brother Sun, please come inside, look at my mess." Du Fei smiled and patted the soot on his hands, took off his work coat, washed his hands in the washbasin, and invited Sun Qiang to the back room.