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She turned her head to look,
It turned out to be the young man who sold food in the black market.
Fortunately, the young man's focus was not on this. He said happily,
"I didn't expect to meet you here,
So you live in Brouther Bo's house. This was really a flood rushing to the Dragon King's temple. Sigh! I used to come to Brouther Bo's house,
Why haven't I seen you before. "
Zhao Lanxiang said, "I'm an educated youth in the brigade. My dormitory collapsed, so I'm temporarily living in the He family."
The person who sold food looked at her.
"You made the mung bean cake that Brouther Bo sold this morning, right? I knew as soon as I saw you... how could he have such skills? In the past, I always persuaded him to join the industry and work with me, but he refused,
Maybe in his heart, he looks down on bad elements like us who are speculators! You're quite capable to be able to make me, Brouther Bo, willingly help you sell things. "
Zhao Lanxiang was a little surprised. When this young man mentioned He Songbai, he always said "Brouther Bo" in a natural and respectful tone. They were not like the villagers in Hezi Village.
When he was mentioned, their faces were full of disdain.
This made Zhao Lanxiang have a good impression of this young man who sold food.
"The customers who bought duck meat from you last time came to my food stall every day to ask about you. You made people stretch their necks and wait for you for so long. You should at least give them a definite answer,
When will you make another jar to sell? It's really strange. Is this thing really so delicious that it makes people think about it? "
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but laugh. She had no plans to make duck food for a long time,
"I won't do it anymore,
Next time, I'll sell something else. "
It wasn't that she didn't want to make money,
Because the last time she sold duck food..,
She didn't notice and showed her face. For the sake of personal safety, she didn't make ducks to sell this time.
Moreover, buying duck meat was not an easy thing to do. Other people would buy one or two taels of meat to satisfy their cravings, but she bought more than ten kilograms in one go. It was hard not to attract attention. In addition, queuing up was also a problem. Whether or not they could buy it depended on luck. In this era of planned economy, how could there be so much meat for everyone to eat?
In summary, the duck food business was not easy to do. Zhao Lanxiang would not make duck food again in the near future.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and asked, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
She led the food seller to the kitchen. The young man stared at the fragrant braised meat rice in the pot and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. "Your cooking is quite good. No wonder the duck meat was sold out so quickly that day. Can I have a bowl of such fragrant rice? "
The person who sold the grain was very conscious. Even though he and He Songbai called each other brothers, he did not think of freeloading off the grain for free. Before he came to the He Clan, he had already prepared himself to eat bran and wild vegetables. He didn't expect such a pleasant surprise! The He family's situation had changed for the better. Their food supply had completely changed. They were so rich that they could eat meat now!
This kind of fried rice with meat and vegetables was already a luxurious feast in the eyes of the food seller.
Zhao Lanxiang also filled a bowl for the food seller. Fortunately, the laborers in the family were all big eaters. When she cooked, she was used to making large portions. Otherwise, if they all came to share a bowl, there wouldn't be enough to eat in the end.
The food seller said, "Brouther Bo and I rushed all the way back. He also didn't eat anything. Give me the rice and I'll bring it to him. "
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said, "Okay."
The young man scratched his head and said, "Actually … My name is Liang Tiezhu. You can call me Tiezhu."
Tiezhu held a bowl of rice in one hand and walked to He Songbai's room. He used to be an idle hooligan in the Green Valley Brigade. He owed a lot of debt and his family's situation was worse than the He Clan's.
A few years ago, he was beaten up by a group of hooligans and was almost beaten to death. In the end, He Songbai saved his life. He Songbai seemed to have descended from the sky. With his bare hands, he beat up all the people who bullied Tiezhu to the ground. He beat up the hooligans until they cried and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy. Tiezhu's heart was shaken. He was so grateful that he only cared about hugging the other person's leg and crying loudly.
Men's friendship was built through fighting. Whoever's fist was harder was the boss.
The hooligans and hooligans who were beaten to a pulp that day, including this weak chicken, recognized He Songbai as their big brother from then on.
Tiezhu brought the rice to He Songbai's room. He Songbai was changing his clothes. His only decent clothes were already dirty and torn.
He Songbai had only ridden a bicycle twice. The first time was because of his brother and he rode a bicycle as if he was experiencing it for himself. The second time was this morning. With only one poor experience of riding a bicycle, how would he know how to drive this "western bicycle"? However, in front of Zhao Lanxiang, he did not know how to ride, so he braced himself and rode it.
Unexpectedly, before they reached the main road, He Songbai fell down hard at a small turn. The delicate mung bean cake was tightly protected in his arms and did not get scratched at all. However, a piece of skin was scraped off his whole body, and blood flowed out.
He Songbai was glad that he did not damage the other person's precious bicycle. This kind of flesh wound was nothing to a man. He chewed a handful of smelly grass on the side of the road and applied it to his wound. Then, he rode the western bicycle to the county town.
Tiezhu happily held the rice and shouted, "Brouther Bo, come and eat. There's fat pork. It smells so good!"
He saw that the skin on He Song Bai's leg had been scraped, and was both shocked and ashamed, "What happened here, you even rode all the way back. Are you okay? "
When Tiezhu saw the bloody leg, he admired He Songbai very much. Although he was also selling food at the side, he did not see anything wrong.
He Songbai was bleeding and selling things, and he endured riding a bicycle all the way back. He did not make a sound. He was a man of steel.
However, Tiezhu could not help but sigh and said somewhat angrily, "If I knew, I would have brought you back. You still treat your brother as an outsider!"
Because Tiezhu started trading in the black market early, his family's situation had already doubled. Not only did he become the first person in the village to ride a bicycle, but he also bought his mother another "first turn" of the "three turns, one sound": a sewing machine. His mother now took some sewing jobs in the village, and his elder sister was learning to tailor clothes. Their family's life was getting better and better. He could not stand He Songbai's ability to return to his original state and ruin his own people.
He Songbai ignored him and continued to apply the smelly grass. Finally, he cut a piece of tattered cloth and wrapped it around his leg.
Smelly grass was a good thing that could cure all kinds of illnesses. Fever could be applied to it, falls and bruises could be applied to it, nosebleeds could be applied to it, constipation could be applied to it, and even if there were roundworms in the stomach, it would still be applied to it. When the spring breeze blew, it would wantonly overflow from the pile of weeds.
He Songbai lifted his eyelids and his gaze fell on the rice that Tiezhu was holding.
He could tell at a glance that the woman at home had asked Tiezhu to bring it over. He Songbai did not like to live off a woman, but he had bled so much for her today. It was not cheap to eat a few mouthfuls of her food.
He Songbai held the chopsticks, put his leg to the side, and ate quietly.
The rice was very fragrant. He knew that the woman had always been very good at cooking. Anything that was willing to put in oil and salt was always delicious!
Tiezhu ate happily, his mouth full of fragrant food. He looked enviously at the braised meat slices in He Songbai's bowl of rice. His intuition told him that there was obviously more meat in his bowl of rice.
Tiezhu picked up the meat and ate it all. He was satisfied and carefree.
He winked at He Songbai. "It's delicious. Brouther Bo, do you think … that woman is interested in you?"
He Songye shook the bell at his waist and waved at his younger brother in the field.
He Songbai put down the manure in his hand and silently washed his hands by the well. He walked in front of the uninvited guest.
His eldest sister gestured at him and said, "Help, take the luggage."
He Song Bai wrinkled his thick eyebrows, his pitch-black and vicious eyes slightly darkened.
He Songye saw the strong vigilance in his eldest brother's eyes and said, "Let her, stay here."
"She doesn't have a place to stay."
He Songbai's rough fingers pressed on the woman's shoulder and pushed her back slightly. His tall body blocked the door and he said lazily, "What do you want?"
As he spoke, he pushed He Songye into the room with one hand.
Zhao Lanxiang watched as the old man slammed the door shut and locked He Songye in the room. No matter how much He Songye knocked on the door, he was indifferent.
His thick eyebrows revealed undisguised indifference and wariness, and his slightly hoarse voice revealed a hint of indecency. "Do you know who I am?"
After saying that, the man wantonly let his gaze linger on the woman's chest until her face turned red. Only then did he openly look away.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't expect that her modest and serious husband had such a roguish side.
Her heart secretly thumped a few times.
This "poor and down and out" old man, when he was lazy and undisciplined, had a bit of the aura of a gangster that was popular in the 1990s. With sharp and deep eyebrows and an unruly face, he looked so fierce that he could jump up and hit people at any time.
Unfortunately … his consciousness was twenty years ahead. At that time, he was sought after by tens of thousands of people. Now, he was a loafer who was pointed at and cursed behind his back.
Today, the man was wearing rags that had been washed white, and his eyes were careless and casual. Zhao Lanxiang, who had shared a bed with him for twenty years, knew that her man was a wolf cub. His tone sounded casual, but in his heart, he might have suspected that she had coaxed his honest eldest sister.
Zhao Lanxiang took out three yuan and met his lazy and indifferent gaze. She looked completely unafraid. "This is the rent. I'm not living here for free."
"The collective dormitory for the educated youths collapsed, and I have no place to stay. Your house is small and big, and I like to live there. After the new dormitory for the educated youths is built at the end of the year, I will move out. "
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