When Zhao Lanxiang brought out the rice, He Songbai did not immediately come over to eat.
He squatted by the well to wash his face and wipe his sweat. The clear well water poured down from his head and the cold water flowed down his forehead to the undershirt under his neck, bringing a trace of coolness. The wet cloth clung to his skin, outlining his lean upper body. He used his rough palm to wipe his face and shook his head to get rid of the water stains. He silently walked back to his room.
The grain seller put away his sloppy appearance and narrowed his eyes as he walked to Zhao Lanxiang's side. He suddenly asked: "Why are you looking at my Brouther Bo?"
This sentence was like a thunderclap that shocked Zhao Lanxiang who was focused on looking at him.
She turned her head to look. It was the youth who sold grain at the black market.
Fortunately, the youth's focus was not 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. Ai! When I came to Brouther Bo's house before, how come I never saw you? "
Zhao Lanxiang said: "I'm an educated youth from the brigade. My dormitory collapsed, so I'm temporarily living in the He family."
The grain seller glanced at her.
"The mung bean cake that 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 youth mentioned He Songbai, he always called him "Brouther Bo". His tone was natural and respectful. He was not like the villagers in Hezi village who had a face of disdain when he was mentioned.
This made Zhao Lanxiang have a good impression of this grain seller.
"The customers who bought duck meat from you last time come to my food stall every day to ask about you. You made me stretch my neck and wait for you for so long in vain. You should at least give me a definite answer. When are you going to make another can and sell it? I've really seen a ghost. Is this thing really so delicious that it makes me yearn for it? "
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but laugh. She didn't plan to make duck food for a long time. "No, I'll sell something else next time."
It wasn't that she didn't want to make money, but she didn't pay attention when she was selling duck food the last time and exposed her face. For the sake of her personal safety, she didn't make any more ducks to sell this time.
Moreover, it was not easy to buy duck meat. Other people would stingily 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, and Zhao Lanxiang would not make duck food in the near future.
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 though he and He Songbai called each other brothers, he didn't want to freeload off food for free. Before coming to the He family, he had already prepared to eat bran and wild vegetables. He didn't expect to be surprised like this! 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 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 all the people who bullied Tiezhu to the ground. He beat 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 people's thighs 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 this weak chicken, 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 brothers and he rode a bicycle 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 and he braced himself to ride it.
Unexpectedly, before they reached the main road, He Songbai fell hard at a small bend. The delicate mung bean cake was tightly protected in his arms. Not a single piece of skin was scraped. A piece of skin was scraped off his entire body. Blood was gushing out.
He Songbai was glad that he didn't damage other people'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 back to the county.
Tiezhu happily held the rice and shouted, "Brouther Bo, come and eat. There's fat pork. It smells so good!"
He saw that He Songbai's skin was scraped off. He was shocked and ashamed, "What happened? You rode all the way back. Are you okay? "
Tiezhu saw the bloody leg and admired He Songbai very much. Although he was also selling food at the side, he didn't see anything wrong.
He Songbai bled all the way back on a bicycle while selling things. He didn't make a single 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 another "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 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 ragged 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 live off a woman, but he had bled so much for her today. Eating a few mouthfuls of her rice wasn't considered taking advantage of him.
He Songbai held his chopsticks, propped 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!
Tiezhu ate happily. His mouth was full of fragrant food. He looked enviously at the braised meat slices lying in He Songbai's bowl of rice. His intuition told him that there was obviously more meat in his bowl than his.
Tiezhu picked up the meat and ate it all. He was satisfied and carefree.
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