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The original edition is in Jinjiang literature city.
Fat meat is still delicious,
Lean meat is not as fragrant as fat meat.
Liang Tiezhu looked at his Brouther Bo's calm expression. There was a complete indifference that did not even bother to show on his face,
His chest was extremely stuffed.
Liang Tiezhu analyzed, "Look, she treats you so well,
She's willing to let you eat such delicious food. "
Although Liang Tiezhu was rich,
At home, he could not eat meat whenever he wanted to,
It was already good to be able to eat oil once a month. When had Tiezhu ever eaten meat slices covered with rice grains? When had he ever tasted such delicious braised meat rice? If there was a woman who treated him so well, he would have dug out his heart and given it to her. He would be willing to die.
He Songbai cleaned out his rice bowl,
He said lightly, "In the past, when my granny was rich, she often gave out porridge and rice,
It was just a few meals,
She saw that people were pitiful and gave it to them. What's the point? You think too highly of yourself. "
Liang Tiezhu covered his Little Liver Fried Rice and felt that He Songbai was looking down on him mentally. He angrily buried his head and snatched the meat in He Songbai's bowl. He picked it up and ate it in his own bowl.
"I'm short-sighted, poor, and greedy. All I can see is this meat."
He also quickly finished his bowl of rice. After he finished eating, he licked the fragrant and salty oil in his bowl as if he had not had enough. He Songbai gave him a beating.
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After Liang Tiezhu finished his lunch, he patted his stomach and said goodbye to He Songbai. Although Zhao Lanxiang gave him a lot of rice, he still felt that he had not had enough,
He had not had enough.
He smacked his lips,
He knew that he could not be thick-skinned and ask for a bowl of rice anymore,
He did not ride his bicycle home immediately,
Instead, he went to look for Zhao Lanxiang.
He warmly asked Zhao Lanxiang, "What are you going to sell next time?"
Zhao Lanxiang said, "We won't know until next week. Right now, we're almost out of meat and noodles at home. In a few days, I'll go to the store and take a look. I'll make whatever I can buy."
Zhao Lanxiang had already deeply felt the scarcity of resources in the 1970s. Even if one had money and coupons, they could not eat whatever they wanted. Only those who had experienced this era would know how terrifying the queues were.
She often went to the supply and demand cooperatives and grocery stores to buy whatever she saw left over. Every time she went to the county, it was already very good that she didn't return empty-handed.
Zhao Lanxiang's answer was exactly what Liang Tiezhu wanted.
He chuckled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. Although he didn't have a way to get meat, his old profession was selling food!
"I see … What kind of food do you want to buy? If I have it here, I can bring some over for you."
After hearing this, Zhao Lanxiang's eyes were filled with surprise.
"Really? If that's the case, that's great! "
"Of course it's convenient for you. Flour, rice, millet, beans, delicacies, fungus, bamboo shoots, etc. If you have it, I want it …"
Zhao Lanxiang was not bragging casually. After many years of research and refinement of all kinds of food, although she could not be considered a "complete recipe book", she could still make one, two, three, four of the ingredients that were given to her. Even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice. In the past, she would make whatever she could buy. Now that Liang Tiezhu wanted to provide her with food, what else could Zhao Lanxiang be picky about?
This made Zhao Lanxiang very happy.
Liang Tiezhu dealt in the black market. Buying food from him was, of course, safer than buying it from grocery stores. In the future, she would not have to cycle so hard every week to buy food.
After Liang Tiezhu heard this, he said carelessly, "Okay, when I receive it, I'll send it over to you."
Zhao Lanxiang then asked Liang Tiezhu about the price of food. Liang Tiezhu generously waved his hand, "Forget it. Seeing that you take care of my Brouther Bo so much, and that we're on the same side, I'll sell it all to you at the purchase price. It may not be as cheap as the grain and oil stores, but you don't need food stamps. "
Zhao Lanxiang was extremely grateful. This was undoubtedly the best condition that couldn't be any better.
She knew that the price of food in the black market was slightly higher. When farmers had surplus rations, they would secretly sell it to the black market at a slightly higher price in exchange for living expenses. They did not need food stamps, which made it convenient for people like Zhao Lanxiang who received a fixed amount of food every month.
Liang Tiezhu said, "I'm leaving. Brouther Bo fell while riding his bicycle today. His leg is now lame. You, if you have … "If you have time, go visit him.
Liang Tiezhu secretly bit his tongue. Under Zhao Zhiqing's puzzled gaze, he paused for a moment before saying, "If you have medicine, you can lend him some to apply."
Although He Songbai ignored his face, Liang Tiezhu still hoped that there would be a woman who would take good care of him.
Where could he find a woman who didn't dislike Brouther Bo's family background and was willing to cook for him? This was really a difficult task.
Although Liang Tiezhu was not smart, he had reached the age where he wanted a woman. If there was a woman who treated him well, even if she wasn't interested in him, he would still make her interested.
When Zhao Lanxiang heard this, she couldn't help but think of the man's pale lips. She thought that it was because he didn't eat breakfast and had low blood sugar. She didn't expect that it was because he fell?
He had acted so indifferent and didn't let her see through him at all.
Zhao Lanxiang resisted the urge to scold him and sent Liang Tiezhu off with a smile.
She then turned back to her room and rummaged through the cabinets. Soon, she found a bottle of medicinal oil. This bottle of medicinal oil should be suitable for all kinds of flesh wounds and bruises! Ai, this stupid guy. He clearly went to the county, but he didn't take the money and go to the health center.
It didn't cost much to apply some medicine!
She walked to He Songbai's room and knocked on the door.
"Is anyone home?"
He Songbai had eaten his fill and was taking an afternoon nap. He was caught off guard by this voice and was woken up. He slept shirtless, so he reluctantly got up and put on a jacket.
"What's the matter?"
Zhao Lanxiang heard the man's lazy voice coming from the room. His deep voice had a touch of unconcealable hoarseness and vagueness. It was mixed with the slight annoyance of being disturbed when he had just fallen asleep.
He suddenly opened the door and looked down at her condescendingly. His sharp eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong … Is there less money or ticket?"
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at the bloodstains on the man's trousers and put the medicinal oil in his hand. "Tiezhu said you were lame, so I came to take a look."
"Take this medicine and use it first. Apply it three times a day."
He Songbai only felt a woman's soft hand touching him, causing his rough palm to feel a burst of numbness. The electric current seemed to flow from his fingers all the way to his heart, electrifying the blood in his heart.
His body stiffened as if he had been electrocuted. The next moment, the medicine bottle flew out in a straight line. The delicate glass bottle suddenly fell to the ground and shattered with a "bang".
Zhao Lanxiang was stunned for a moment.
He Songbai's dark pupils shrank imperceptibly.
Even the air became a little stagnant at this moment. He Songbai was also stunned. His fingers trembled, and he immediately restrained himself and said calmly,
"This … How much is this bottle of medicine? I'll compensate you."
Zhao Lanxiang was angry, sad, and angry.
The moment the man shook off her hand as if he had touched something dirty, Zhao Lanxiang was extremely shocked. Immediately, a wave of sadness rose in her heart.
"You have to compensate me here and there. How much money do you have to compensate me?"
She didn't mind her good intentions being ruined, and she also didn't mind his subconscious resistance. But He Song Bai's attitude of wanting to cut off all relations with her at all times, and it would be best if he didn't owe her anything at all, made her very angry.
She bent down and carefully picked up the broken glass. Silently, she held the glass in one hand and left.
…
She took off her mask and rolled up her long sleeves, revealing a fair arm. Sweat rolled down her face, and her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body.
At this moment, light footsteps came from the cornfield. A man was carrying a shoulder pole with a bucket of water on each end. The shoulder pole was so heavy that it bent, but he steadily carried the water across the cornfield. Not a single drop of water fell.
Zhao Lanxiang's fanning of her mask paused for a moment. It was He Songbai, that old man!
She quickly got out of the green cornfield and shouted at He Songbai with a smile, "Comrade, wait a minute. I'm in trouble. Can you give me a hand?"
Her voice was crisp and sweet, like a lark in the mountains.
Unfortunately, the man seemed to turn a deaf ear. He even sped up and walked past her with the water until his shadow gradually shrank and disappeared. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the man dripping water along the way, and her almond-shaped eyes darkened. Was it necessary … He walked faster than he ran.
However, she wasn't depressed. She put on her gloves again and squatted on the ground to pull out the water bit by bit.
After about ten minutes, there was a rustling sound in the cornfield. Zhao Lanxiang curled her lips and maintained her squatting position on the ground. She secretly glanced at the figure behind her.
In the midst of the greenery, the dark figure was tall and thin, as thin as a bamboo pole.
The man didn't say anything when he got down to the cornfield. He silently bent down to pull out the weeds with bare hands. His thick, dark brows didn't wrinkle as he took a breath and pulled out all the weeds around Zhao Lanxiang. Even the stubborn bushes with thorns were cleared away with three to five shovels.
After he finished clearing two acres of land, he took a breath and asked in a rough voice, "Which piece of land is yours?"
Zhao Lanxiang used corn leaves to block the scorching sun and took a short nap. She pointed at the piece of land and drew a circle. "From here to there, these two pieces of land belong to me."
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