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A thick stack of banknotes, denominated banknotes, and meat banknotes,
They were scattered and thin. Apart from the duck meat that was given to the customers to taste for free, a total of 14.47 cents and 75 cents were sold. After deducting the cost of buying the duck meat, it was six yuan,
The cost of spices, a net profit of more than six yuan, and a meat banknote of nine catties and six taels for free.
Zhao Lanxiang felt as if she had drunk cold and sweet sprite. Her heart was very happy.
However, she did not reach the point of being complacent. In her mind, she thought of the young man who sold food at the stall next to her. Although he was sloppy,
However, she was very careful in her dressing. If she wanted to continue this illegal business of buying and selling, she had to be more low-key and cautious.
Zhao Lanxiang habitually took a detour around the remote mountain road from the county to the town. After she sold her things, she did not dare to stay in the county.
When she arrived in town, she dared to use the note to buy a catty of pork tripe, a catty of sugar, and five catties of Fuqiang powder.
After buying the things, she returned to Hezi Tun under the hot noon sun.
After returning to Hezi Tun, Zhao Lanxiang went to return the bicycle and invited Tang Qing to her house to eat noodles. When she went to look for Tang Qing, he was playing the violin in his room. In addition, Zhao Lanxiang also accidentally met Jiang Li at the captain's house.
When Jiang Li saw Zhao Lanxiang, he let out a deep snort from the depths of his nose.
"What are you doing here?"
In Jiang Li's eyes,
The image of Zhao Lanxiang's pestering of her brother had been deeply ingrained.
She was also used to Zhao Lanxiang's petty pleasing to her. When Zhao Lanxiang became a little colder,
Jiang Li was more sensitive than anyone else.
He immediately felt uncomfortable. Especially when her life was so miserable, while Zhao Lanxiang's life was incomparably comfortable.
She would only be scolded by Li Dali if she asked for leave every other day. However, when it was Zhao Lanxiang's turn, it became a natural thing. Li Dali never found fault with her and treated her kindly. How could this make Jiang Li happy?
Jiang Li said angrily, "My brother wrote me a letter. Do you want to read it?"
Jiang Li happened to come back from the village post office to pick up a letter. She took out a white letter from her pouch and waved it in front of Zhao Lanxiang.
Jiang Li knew what her brother wrote to Zhao Lanxiang. After Zhao Lanxiang read her brother's letter, wouldn't she unite with her from now on?
Last time, Jiang Li didn't get to eat Zhao Lanxiang's meat buns. She was really angry. She wrote to her brother that she and Zhao Lanxiang were assigned to Hezitun. At the end, she wrote a bunch of bad things about Zhao Lanxiang.
As her brother, Jiang Jianjun was very surprised when he received this letter, but he immediately understood.
Zhao Lanxiang might be taking a roundabout route. She finally became smarter and knew to bypass him to please her sister directly.
Jiang Li was the darling of the whole family. Jiang Jianjun's uncles gave birth to six boys in one go. It wasn't until four years after his mother gave birth to him that she finally gave birth to a girl. The Jiang Family did their best to dote on their only child.
Jiang Jianjun knew in his heart that it wasn't easy to please his sister.
Zhao Lanxiang's eyes fell on the letter. She said with disinterest, "Oh."
She didn't need to read it to know that Jiang Jianjun's letter must be full of requests to take good care of Jiang Li. Jiang Li had never suffered since she was a child. If possible, she should help her more. Jiang Li was simple and impulsive. She was easily deceived. She should watch over her.
Of course … she wasn't Jiang Jianjun's wife yet. Jiang Jianjun's tone when he made these requests must be more subtle and tactful.
Zhao Lanxiang had no desire to read this kind of disgusting letter.
She said with a smile, "Oh … really? As an outsider, it's not convenient for me to read your letter. I have something else to do … I won't disturb you. "
As she spoke, she walked to Tang Qing's room, knocked on his door, and shouted a few times.
Soon, the violin in the room stopped abruptly. He opened the door and saw Zhao Lanxiang. There was a touch of relaxation and joy on his young face. "Finished?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and said straightforwardly and generously, "I went to town to buy some noodles. There's no time like the present. Let me treat you to a meal."
She went to the county at least three times a month to do some bad things. It was definitely not safe to take a car. Wouldn't it be tiring to walk on the mountain road alone? The only way was to borrow Tang Qing's bicycle. In this way, she had to build a good relationship with Tang Qing. If there was a back and forth relationship, Zhao Lanxiang wouldn't be so embarrassed if she borrowed his bicycle.
Tang Qing didn't refuse. He was very happy to hear that there was food. "Then I must thank you, Comrade Zhao! I'll change my clothes first. Please wait for a moment. "
He was wearing the white undershirt that he usually wore in the living room. His two arms were exposed to keep cool. He was invited to eat noodles by a female comrade. Of course, he had to wear something formal.
Zhao Lanxiang waited patiently at the door. Her eyes moved from the wooden door to Jiang Li.
Jiang Li's pretty face was red with anger at this moment. She looked at Zhao Lanxiang with vigilance. "What are you doing here?"
Zhao Lanxiang was stung by her gaze. She suddenly thought of something. Jiang Li didn't necessarily come to the leader's house to look for him. She probably came to look for Tang Qing.
Combined with the strong hostility in Jiang Li's eyes, Zhao Lanxiang's guess was undoubtedly one hundred percent correct.
Tang Qing had a good temperament and was popular with people. His parents were high-level intellectuals who were professors at the Central Academy of Fine Arts. He was neat and handsome. In addition, he was friendly and helpful. Many girls secretly admired him.
For a moment, Zhao Lanxiang's brows furrowed slightly.
Jiang Li's attitude also reminded her that she should keep a certain distance from Tang Qing. It was not appropriate to invite him to eat at her house alone.
So she said to Jiang Li, "I bought some noodles and invited Comrade Tang to eat noodles as a thank you. Do you want to join us?"
Jiang Li was happy. She immediately said the steamed buns that she had been thinking about. "I want to eat steamed buns."
Zhao Lanxiang politely refused. "It's too late to make steamed buns now. Let's eat noodles."
After she said that, the door of Tang Qing's room opened. He had changed into a dark blue shirt, which was loose and neat. Perhaps he was afraid that the female comrade would wait for him, so he carelessly wiped his face and came out with water droplets on the ends of his hair.
Tang Qing said, "Noodles are good. Comrade Zhao's noodles are delicious."
Jiang Li couldn't say anything more after Tang Qing said that. She was shy and sweet. She didn't dare to look directly at Tang Qing. She lowered her head and said hesitantly, "Really? Then let's eat noodles. "
She probably hadn't even seen such a young girl before, right?
Zhao Lanxiang clenched her hands into fists and covered the corners of her mouth that she couldn't help laughing.
She walked in front with a huge schoolbag and led the two of them to the He family's house. Jiang Li was very satisfied that Zhao Lanxiang tactfully avoided them, although she was too shy to speak when walking next to Tang Qing.
As for Tang Qing... his mind was full of that bowl of delicately made noodles.
When Zhao Lanxiang returned to the He family's house, she found that Sister He wasn't at home.
Sister He was assigned the job of raising a large group of cows. The cows needed to be taken care of every day. At this time, Sister He should be in the cowshed cutting fodder for the cows. Zhao Lanxiang looked around and found that He Songbai was chopping firewood in the yard. She put down her schoolbag and carried the noodles, meat, and candies she bought into the woodshed.
She casually glanced around and saw that the ashes in the stove were completely cold. She knew that He Songbai didn't have lunch. She took out the Fuqiang powder, cracked an egg into the noodles, added water, and mixed the noodles. The noodles would be more bouncy with the addition of eggs. Thirty minutes later, she took out the dough and used the rolling pin to roll it over and over again, kneading and throwing it. She rolled the noodles over and over again. The white noodles were unbelievably obedient in her hands. They were soft and tough.
She stir-fried the spicy pork belly with lard and added some cornstarch to make the pork belly crispy. Finally, she poured the pork belly into the cooked noodles. With a sizzling sound, the hot oil fell into the clear soup. It was so fragrant that it was tempting.
She scooped out four bowls of noodles, one for each of them. Zhao Lanxiang knew that He Songbai probably didn't like to eat at the same table as strangers. She first took a bowl of noodles to his room, then went to her room and called Tang Qing and Jiang Li out to eat noodles.
Tang Qing and Jiang Li happily went to the woodshed to eat noodles, but Zhao Lanxiang walked to He Songbai.
The man was sweating profusely under the scorching sun. He chopped the thick firewood into thin firewood. This batch of firewood was thinner than the ones he had chopped before.
Zhao Lanxiang's heart was suddenly filled with sweetness when she saw it.
Zhao Lanxiang had an unavoidable problem recently. She was not used to cooking with the firewood stove in the countryside.
Because she needed to pay attention to the fire when cooking, she had to turn the fire down when the dishes were almost done. In the past, she only needed to turn the switch of the gas stove to lower the fire. Now, she had to take out the unburned firewood in the stove, making the woodshed dirty and smelly. He Songbai chopped the firewood into smaller pieces, so it was more convenient. She just needed to control the amount of firewood. When the fire was big, she would put more firewood, and when the fire was small, she would put less firewood.
She said with a smile, "I made a bowl of noodles and brought it to your room."
The grain seller put away his sloppy look, narrowed his eyes, and walked to Zhao Lanxiang's side. He suddenly asked, "Why are you looking at my Brouther Bo?"
This sentence was like a thunder that shocked Zhao Lanxiang, who was looking at him attentively.
She turned her head and saw that it was the young man who sold grain in the black market.
Fortunately, the young man's focus was not on this. He said happily,
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