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He Songbai was young … His muscles were tight and full of strength.
Zhao Lanxiang's face couldn't help but heat up.
Her heart also heated up and pounded wildly. After she finished speaking, she plunged into the woodshed.
He Songbai wiped his face with his palms and looked at the gradually disappearing figure before he continued to look at the pile of firewood.
He silently and powerfully chopped the firewood, repeating the boring actions over and over again.
Although he was thin, he had endless strength like a young man. In addition, his stomach had finally seen some oil during this period of time, and some meat had quietly grown under his dark skin.
…
What Zhao Lanxiang didn't know was that when she walked to the woodshed, the two people in the woodshed seemed to have never eaten enough and were eating happily one after the other.
Tang Qing had a good upbringing.
At least he could restrain himself a little. Even if he wolfed down the food, it wasn't ugly.
Jiang Li had already abandoned the reserved shyness of a girl.
She also forgot that the boy eating at the same table with her was the one she secretly liked.
Alas! She finally understood why Zhou Jiazhen deliberately slurped the noodles so loudly that day, as if he had never eaten noodles in his life.
Because … it was too, too delicious!
When it came to Jiang Li, who hadn't eaten properly for a month, the eight out of ten tasty became ten out of ten. Zhao Lanxiang's noodles were twelve out of ten for Jiang Li. The soup was rich and delicious.
The noodles were smooth and crispy. When chewing, one could almost feel the moment when they were bitten off.
The pork belly hanging on the noodles was even crisper and fascinating.
It was crispy and fragrant in one bite.
The more one chewed, the more chewy it became. The mouth was full of endless aftertaste. Holding the bowl of hot noodles and eating, Jiang Li thought that it was a good thing that she came with Zhao Lanxiang. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to eat such delicious food.
At this time, she completely forgot about the steamed buns and was completely captivated by the noodles.
Jiang Li sucked on the noodles and finished a big bowl of noodles at lightning speed. She burped loudly.
She glanced at the remaining noodles in the pot and said to Zhao Lanxiang, "I want another bowl."
At this time, Zhao Lanxiang also sat down and slowly ate his bowl of noodles.
Seeing that Zhao Lanxiang ignored her, Jiang Li ground her teeth, but she wasn't angry. At this moment, her mind was filled with the fragrant noodles. She went to the pot and filled half a bowl.
Zhao Lanxiang swallowed a mouthful of noodles and said to Jiang Li, "Big Sister He and San Ya didn't come back for dinner. Don't pretend too much."
Jiang Li snorted and said, "It's rare for you to treat me to noodles, but you're still so stingy. Okay, okay, I got it."
Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang thought that these two people hadn't eaten anything good since they came to the countryside. He was afraid that they might eat a lot, so he kneaded more noodles and put them in. Otherwise, with Miss Jiang and Mr. Tang's appetite, Big Sister and Little Sister's lunch would have been gone.
Tang Qing ate the noodles and slowly sipped the soup. He said, "The most nutritious part of the whole bowl of noodles is the soup. Comrade Zhao, your soup is delicious."
Zhao Lanxiang smiled, "Thank you for your compliment."
Zhao Lanxiang accompanied Ling Tianyi to many banquets and parties, so his way of speaking was more American. Normally, when people were praised, they would say no, but when it was her turn, she accepted it graciously.
Tang Qing originally wanted to ask how to make the soup, but now he couldn't help laughing.
Zhao Lanxiang saw the curiosity in his eyes and said with a smile, "In fact, there's nothing special about this soup. You can make it according to my method, and you can eat it on the weekend when you are hungry. When you have time, you can go to the store and pick up some pork ribs without meat. Don't worry, it doesn't need a meat coupon. You can buy a lot of pork ribs with a dime. It's very cheap. Stew the pork ribs for two or three hours, and the soup will taste like what you drink. "
Of course, she added some other ingredients, which were not suitable to be told to outsiders. Although the pork belly noodles looked simple, the soup base was the secret recipe of a chain restaurant, which was worth a lot of money in the future.
At present, its meaning could only be to make people eat more happily.
Tang Qing said, "I see. You women are so clever. You know how to make a bowl of noodles."
Jiang Li filled half a bowl of noodles and slurped the noodles. To be honest, this bowl of noodles was really excellent. Even the nanny in her family couldn't make it. However, for the sake of face, Jiang Li wouldn't praise Zhao Lanxiang's cooking skills from the bottom of her heart. She just silently slurped the noodles.
Tang Qing solved a problem and asked excitedly, "But the noodles I make have always been soft and sticky. After eating a meal with you, I finally have decent noodles. How do you make the noodles so smooth? "
Zhao Lanxiang didn't intend to answer Tang Qing's question.
However, when she saw Jiang Li raise her curious eyes with a look of yearning, she understood in her heart that Eldest Miss also wanted to learn. No wonder she didn't interrupt just now. It turned out that she was listening to silently remember.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't hide anything. These little tricks were trivial.
She finished the noodles, drank a mouthful of soup, and said, "When you make the noodles, just crack an egg and add some alkaline water. The noodles made with Fuqiang flour are more chewy. Other flour won't be as good. "
Tang Qing was finally satisfied. He happily enjoyed the soup in his bowl and drank it until there wasn't a drop left.
He thought that Comrade Zhao should lend him her bicycle a few more times. The more she borrowed, the better it would be for her next meal.
At this time, Tang Qing was still thinking about the steamed buns made by Zhao Lanxiang. Last time, when he smelled the fragrant meat in the farm tool room, the gluttony in his stomach had long been aroused. When would he be lucky enough to eat it once? His wish would be fulfilled.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "Are you full? Just put your bowls and chopsticks down. I'll clean them up later. "
After Tang Qing finished the noodles, he handed a food coupon to Zhao Lanxiang. After all, he had eaten a meal of fine food. It wasn't good to freeload food for free.
Jiang Li felt that Zhao Lanxiang was trying to please her brother and then her. She never thought of giving Zhao Lanxiang a food coupon. But when she saw Tang Qing take out a food coupon, she was embarrassed to leave empty-handed. She gritted her teeth and took out a food coupon as well.
Jiang Li wasn't used to eating sweet potato and bean money rice without oil in the countryside. She often went to restaurants in the county to eat. The food coupons and money were spent very quickly. It seemed that she wouldn't be able to last until the end of the month. Fortunately, Jiang Jianjun's letter contained a 20-kilogram food coupon. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to eat.
Zhao Lanxiang saw the pain in Jiang Li's eyes and refused with a smile, "I said that I'm treating you. If you take the food coupon, I won't dare to treat you next time."
"Go back to work and rest."
After hearing that, the two left the He family's house with shame (satisfaction). Before they left, they washed the bowls and chopsticks on the table and thanked Zhao Lanxiang repeatedly. Of course, this was mainly referring to Tang Qing.
After sending the two of them off, Zhao Lanxiang finally heaved a sigh of relief.
The phrase "a half-grown boy eats until his mother is poor" was not crude at all. If she hadn't gone to do some black market trading, her food coupons would soon be stretched thin. How could she be so "generous" to treat people to a meal?
Zhao Lanxiang thought about the next black market trading and thought about what to do to sell.
After a few days, Zhao Lanxiang had an idea. She bought three kilograms of mung beans from a farmer.
The next day, she got up early in the morning and soaked the fresh mung beans in water for three hours. Then, she steamed them in a steamer basket. After steaming them until they were soft and sticky, she took them out and kneaded them into mung bean paste. She sprinkled the snow-white rock sugar that she had just bought and mixed the mung bean powder with the flour. The tender and soft flour was kneaded into various patterns by her. She made three steamers with a total of ten kilograms of mung bean cakes. The fresh mung beans mixed with a sweet fragrance. Zhao Lanxiang tasted it and it was sweet. It was fragrant and sticky. It was as delicious as she had imagined.
She carefully put the steaming mung bean cake into her bag. She was afraid that the mountain roads were too rough and would damage this delicate thing. She also stuffed a handful of dried grass in her bag to prevent shocks. While the sky was still dark, she rode a bicycle to the city to sell these fragrant mung bean cakes.
However, before she could walk out the door, someone blocked her way.
The tall and thin man stood silently in front of her with a cold expression. In the dark night, his deep and cold eyes looked straight at her. His voice was hoarse and deep. "What do you want to do? Where are you going so early?"
Zhao Lanxiang touched the steaming mung bean cake in her bag and said in a low voice, "I want to sell mung bean cakes!"
He Songbai said, "You're not allowed to go."
Zhao Lanxiang tightened her grip on the strap of her bag. She suddenly raised her head and a trace of ridicule flashed through her almond eyes. "Why do you care about me?"
"In my life, I've only been disciplined by my family. My father, my mother, my grandparents. Who are you … to control me, en?"
She raised her head and made a sound. She raised her voice slightly and looked at He Songbai with a burning gaze.
The night was hazy and the faint morning light couldn't illuminate the expression on the man's face.
He was silent for a while. Then he took off the strap on her shoulder and lightly said, "I'll help you sell it."
As he spoke, he put his bag on his shoulder and got on the bicycle in the blink of an eye. He quickly rode more than ten meters away.
Zhao Lanxiang watched in horror as He Songbai agilely "robbed" her.
She chased after him and said breathlessly, "Wait — —"
He Songbai braked and stopped. He saw the woman take out a large conical bamboo hat from somewhere and put it on his head. She said angrily,
"There's a bag of stove ash in your bag. When you go into the city to sell things, remember to put some on your face. Also … mung bean cakes are sold for sixty cents per catty. You need a catty of food coupons. Meat coupons, cloth coupons, industrial coupons, soap coupons, and so on. Take whatever you want. Don't let me lose too much. I woke up at four o 'clock to make this mung bean cake. "
Don't underestimate the mung bean cake's price of sixty cents per catty. It was definitely not as valuable as selling duck food for fifteen cents per catty. But first of all, it wasn't meat. Secondly, when the mung bean cake was steamed, it absorbed some water. The net weight was heavier than the raw material. Ducks consumed more than thirty kinds of spices and seasonings, which were expensive and required a lot of labor. The most expensive ingredient for mung bean cake was white sugar. After careful calculation, the profit margin was not much worse than selling duck food.
He Songbai frowned.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "Let's go. The earlier we go, the earlier we can sell it out."
He Songbai rode the bicycle and disappeared from Zhao Lanxiang's sight. At this time, the sky gradually brightened and scattered a few faint rays of morning light. Zhao Lanxiang sank into the grass and his shoes and socks were covered with a thin layer of dew.
After He Songbai's figure disappeared, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Although this man didn't talk much and didn't have a sweet mouth, he wasn't that untactful.
Fortunately, the young man's focus wasn't on this. He happily said,
"I didn't expect to meet you here. So you live in Brouther Bo's house. This is really a flood against the Dragon King's temple. Hey! When I came to Brouther Bo's house before, why didn't I see you? "
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 selling grain sized him up.
"The mung bean cake Brouther Bo sold this morning was made by you, right? I knew as soon as I saw you … … How could he have this kind of skill? In the past, I always urged him to enter the industry and work with me, but he refused. Maybe he looked down on bad elements like me! You're quite capable to be able to make me, Brouther Bo, willingly help you sell things. "
Zhao Lanxiang was a bit surprised. When this young man mentioned He Songbai, he always called him "Brouther Bo". His tone was natural and respectful. He wasn't like the villagers in Hezi village, who had a look of disdain when he was mentioned.
This made Zhao Lanxiang have a good impression of the young man selling grain.
"Those customers who bought duck meat from you last time came to my grain stall every day to ask about you. You made them stretch their necks and wait for you for so long. You should at least give them a definite answer. When are you going to make another jar to sell? It's really strange. Is this thing really so delicious that it makes people yearn for it? "
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but laugh. She didn't plan to make duck food for a long time, "I won't make it. Next time, I'll sell something else."
It's not that she didn't want to make money, but last time when she was selling duck food, she didn't pay attention and showed her face. For the sake of her personal safety, she didn't make duck food to sell this time.
Moreover, it wasn't easy to buy duck meat. People stingily bought one or two taels of duck meat to satisfy their cravings, but she bought more than ten kilograms in one breath. It was hard not to attract attention. In addition, waiting in line was also a problem. Whether you could buy it or not 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 wouldn't make duck food again in a short time.
Zhao Lanxiang asked with a smile, "You haven't eaten yet, right?"
She led the grain 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 pretty good. No wonder the duck meat was sold out so quickly that day. Can you give me a bowl of such fragrant rice? "
The grain seller was very conscious. Even if he and He Songbai called each other brothers, he didn't want to freeload food for free. Before coming to the He Family, he was already prepared to eat bran and wild vegetables. He didn't expect to be pleasantly surprised! The He Family's situation had changed for the better. The food was completely different. They were so rich that they could eat meat!
This kind of fried rice with meat and vegetables was already a luxurious feast in the eyes of the grain seller.
Zhao Lanxiang also filled a bowl for the grain 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 grain 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 just call me Tiezhu."
Tiezhu held a bowl of rice in each hand and walked to He Songbai's room. He used to be a good-for-nothing hooligan in the Green Valley Brigade. He owed a lot of debt and his family's situation was worse than the He Family'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 until they fell to the ground. He beat them 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 someone's leg and crying loudly.
Men's friendship was built through fighting. Whoever's fist was harder was the boss.
The hooligans who were beaten to a pulp that day, including him, regarded 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 it as if he was experiencing it. 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 didn't know how to, so he braced himself and rode it.
Unexpectedly, before they reached the main road, He Songbai fell 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. Blood flowed out.
He Songbai was glad that he didn't damage the golden 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 the 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. Is it serious? "
Tiezhu saw the bloody leg and admired He Songbai very much. Although he was also selling food beside him, he didn't see anything wrong.
He Songbai bled all the way back on a bicycle while selling things. He didn't even make a sound. He was a man of steel.
However, Tiezhu couldn't help but sigh. He 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 the other "first turn" of the "three turns, one sound": a sewing machine. His mother now took some sewing jobs in the village. His elder sister was learning to tailor clothes. Their family's life was getting better and better. He couldn't stand He Songbai's ability to restore the 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 in Tiezhu's hands.
He could tell at a glance that the woman at home had asked Tiezhu to bring it over. He Songbai didn't like to always live off a woman, but he had bled so much for her today. Eating a few mouthfuls of her food wasn't considered taking advantage of him.
He Songbai held his 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. Food that was willing to put oil and salt was always delicious!
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