This is the anti-theft chapter,
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These internal organs and bones were eaten without oil,
People did not like to eat them, but Zhao Lanxiang did not dislike them. These parts were all good things in her eyes, and their value was no less than fat meat,
It was just that the people in front of her lacked oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar, and could not bring out their delicious taste.
In the end, Zhao Lanxiang snatched two catties of pure lean meat and two catties of pig trotters. She did not leave out the kidneys, heads, and claws of chickens and ducks, and put them into her bag with a smile. She quickly spent all the unwarmed meat coupons she bought from Master Dao.
The salesperson of the non-staple food store could not help but look at this generous girl,
He looked at her a few more times.
Zhao Lanxiang coughed lightly and explained, "I'm the new buyer of the cafeteria,
I'm in charge of buying meat. "
After Zhao Lanxiang said this, the salesperson's doubts were dispelled. One had to know that sometimes the people in the city did not eat as freely as the people in the countryside. Each person's monthly share of pork was only half a catty to one catty. Zhao Lanxiang bought a whole year's worth of pork in one go, it was hard not to make people look at her.
Zhao Lanxiang put the meat in a bamboo basket and quietly left the long line,
She gave a look to He Songbai, who was hiding in the alley.
In order not to attract attention, Zhao Lanxiang did not take a car,
Instead, she chose to walk back to Hezitun,
She even specially chose to walk on the remote mountain roads.
In this era, there was no such thing as free trading,
Except for farmers who had a small share of their own production,
The rest of the people who sold food and supplies were all classified as speculators. Speculators were very dangerous behaviors,
If they were caught, according to the severity of the plot,
They would be dragged to labor camps or prison,
She did not want to lose her life in order to make money.
Zhao Lanxiang walked ten miles and finally returned to Hezitun before the sun set.
He Songbai's dark and thick brows had not relaxed since he came back from the black market street.
He followed the "audacious" Zhao Zhiqing. Along the way, he watched her carefully walk around the mountain road, and then she grabbed a few handfuls of wild vegetables and covered them tightly in a basket, pretending to be digging for wild vegetables. Only then did his tense face become less ugly.
If she was caught, the He family could not escape being an "accomplice". He Songbai explained his behavior of following Zhao Zhiqing in his heart.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't know the complex mental activities of the man at this time. After returning home, she went into the woodshed and began to busy herself with cooking.
She quickly cleaned the meat and picked out the chicken and duck meat. Then, she sliced some ginger and onions and added some seasoning wine and salt to marinate them. It would take a long time to marinate, and he would have to wait until noon the next day to finish marinating. She found an earthenware pot and put them in place. Then she began to prepare the delicate marinade.
The meat she was going to make was similar to the cold duck neck and duck feet that were popular in the future. It had a unique flavor and was very attractive.
In those days, because she and Sister He liked delicious food, Ling Tianyi sponsored a huge sum of money for a popular food program. Zhao Lanxiang was often invited to be a guest judge. The theme of the program was to go into the folk cuisine and explore the secret recipes of the lost food. She benefited a lot from this program. From the first episode to the last one, she collected a lot of secret recipes.
She had tried all kinds of cuisines and local delicacies that she was interested in and tasted good. She didn't expect that this interest, which she cultivated in her leisure time, would become her skill now.
Zhao Lanxiang shook her head and sighed with emotion about the impermanence of the world.
She boiled more than 30 kinds of spices, such as star anise, sannin, cinnamon, fennel, grass fruit, cloves, amomum, pepper, cardamom, parsley, bay leaves, and other spices into a pot of marinade. She boiled it until it had a color and let it cool, waiting for the duck meat to be marinated tomorrow.
After she finished cooking, the He family's kitchen overflowed with an incredible fragrance. The delicious spices were mixed with the sweet taste of meat.
Although the He family's old house was located in a relatively remote area, no one lived nearby. Zhao Lanxiang deliberately closed the windows when she was cooking. There was also a basin of charcoal that was not completely burned to absorb the smell. After she finished cooking the cold duck meat, she went out to take a breath of fresh air. The woodshed with the windows closed was as hot as a stove. Her black hair was stuck to her face, and it was sticky and uncomfortable.
She pushed the door open and walked out. Then, she saw He Sanya, who was drooling.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled as she took out a piece of caramel candy from her pocket. "Have some."
This was the candy she bought for the child when she went to town. He Sanya loved to eat sweet things, but she had never eaten sweets in her life.
He Sanya's dark and bright eyes seemed to have been blessed. She accepted the candies, but her eyes couldn't help but look at the woodshed. This shabby and old woodshed of the He family had now become the heaven she yearned for in her heart. She smelled the aroma coming from the door, saliva dripping from the tip of her tongue. She swallowed her saliva from time to time.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at her pitiful yet adorable face and her heart softened.
She said, "There's pork trotters for dinner tonight. Don't worry, I won't forget about you."
She then pinched the child's nose, and the corners of her lips curled up. It was the biggest affirmation she received that she was able to please someone with her homemade food.
Although … the child might not have eaten anything good before, and she might not be able to stand even the slightest bit of good smell. But it didn't matter … She would use all that she had learned in her life to let her taste everything and fatten up this weak and pitiful child.
Zhao Lanxiang was still worried about the aroma coming out of the woodshed, so she went back and took out a pile of charcoal that hadn't been completely burned through. She smashed it into small pieces and laid them flat on the ground. Then, she tightly sealed the jar that contained the marinade and cured meat.
She waited until the aroma was almost gone before she started to stew the pork trotters. Making the pork trotters with five spices wasn't as troublesome as making the marinade. A few days ago, when she made the five-spice pork trotters, she didn't find enough spices. This time, she went to the black market and bought a lot of spices to fill in the blanks. Tonight's pork trotters would be even more fragrant!
He Songbai went to chop firewood and fetch water after he got home. After he finished all the chores in the house, he finally had the time to think about the "restless" Zhao Zhiqing.
When he smelled the aroma coming out of the woodshed's window and saw He Sanya happily eating the meat, his dark eyes flashed with a trace of darkness and complexity.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind to make this woman behave. On the way back, he was repeatedly tortured. However, when he saw this scene, He Songbai was shaken.
All these years, they had been honest farmers. They didn't dare to break the rules or do bad things. Did God just let them go and let them live a peaceful life?
No. Ever since he could remember, the gossip around him had never stopped for a single day. Rumors and malice had enveloped his life. He was branded as a bad person. He was grateful that the organization didn't completely abandon them and gave them a chance to turn over a new leaf. However, he knew that as long as he was alive, the He family would have to tuck their tails between their legs. They would always carry the mark of shame that could not be washed away …
The situation was already as bad as it was. What else could make it worse?
…
At night, Sister He drove the large group of cows into the cowshed. When she washed her hands by the well, she faintly smelled the aroma of meat in the air. She thought that Zhao Zhiqing must have bought pork back for a meal again. Sigh! She definitely couldn't eat her meat tonight. She had already eaten a lot of good things for free. However, she couldn't take out anything that was worth returning the favor! Sister He was extremely ashamed.
However, in the next moment, Sister He was slapped in the face.
When Zhao Lanxiang saw Sister He, she enthusiastically pulled her to the woodshed. The white, fragrant, and soft rice was placed into the bowls. Every bowl of rice was drizzled with a layer of fragrant gravy. The agate colored pig trotters were glistening under the kerosene lamp. Zhao Lanxiang didn't say anything. He picked up a piece of soft pork trotter and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Delicious, right? San Ya ate two bowls of rice with this gravy. "
Sister He only felt a rich and mellow taste spread in her mouth. Her tongue and teeth didn't listen to her and cooperated very well. She couldn't help but chew. She also seemed to enjoy a joy that she had never experienced before. The sweet and mellow honey was so delicious that it made her lose her mind. Her hands and feet didn't listen to her. She walked to the table, picked up the bowl, and happily ate the meat in big mouthfuls.
After eating one, she still thought about the next. When the last bowl of rice was finished, the feeling of satisfaction came from her stomach. Sister He suddenly woke up …
She held the broad and warm hand on the hospital bed and sobbed.
"Lanxiang, you are not young anymore. Don't cry like a child."
The man lying on the bed struggled to reach out his hand. He wanted to touch her head, but he couldn't find any strength in his body.
He was old. The old injuries that had piled up in his body over the past few decades came together. The disease quickly defeated him. When he was young, he suffered more than ten years of prison life in exchange for a body that had been ill for a long time. It was lucky that he could hold on until now.
His hazy old eyes looked longingly at his wife. Although she had aged like him, she was still so beautiful.
When her gentle eyes smiled, they curved like crescent moons. It was also his favorite look.
"Why don't you smile for me?"
Zhao Lanxiang wiped away her tears and forced a smile at her husband on the bed.
He Songbai closed his eyes in satisfaction.
She covered her mouth and suppressed her sobs. Her tears broke down into a dam.
Secretary He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and reached out to check the man's breathing.
He comforted her with difficulty. "Madam, please restrain your grief. The lawyer will come to discuss the inheritance that the chairman left for you in detail later. "
Secretary He looked at the man on the bed who had stopped breathing. He was in awe and pity.
This man's life could be said to be inspirational and bumpy. He was born poor and went to prison at the age of nineteen. After ten years in prison, he worked hard for ten years. He turned from a poor boy with no background into a business tycoon. A bunch of experienced businessmen were beaten until they couldn't resist. He could be said to be a legend.
…
Two lines of tears suddenly fell from Zhao Lanxiang's cheeks. Zhao Lanxiang's mother, Feng Lian, wiped her red cheeks and muttered as she poked her forehead: "You're crying even when you have a fever. If your father sees you like this, he'll scold you again."
Zhao Lanxiang opened her eyes and stared at Feng Lian in a daze for a long time.
Feng Lian sighed and said, "It doesn't matter who you marry these days. The first time I met your father was when we were getting our marriage certificate. Both of us were blind. Didn't we still live well? "
Zhao Lanxiang only thought that she was dreaming. Her heart was immersed in the grief of losing her husband and couldn't calm down for a long time.
But in her dream, why did she muddleheadedly … dream of her young mother?
When Feng Lian saw that her daughter didn't pay attention to her, she thought that she was really stubborn and hated her in her heart. She poked her daughter's forehead again and said exasperatedly:
"After all, it was an arranged marriage when you were young. It's not good for your father to reject it just like that … His parents are your father's superiors!"
Zhao Lanxiang's forehead hurt. She finally faced her mother's nagging and quickly got up.
Her sharp eyes noticed the calendar on the table. It was April 16, 1976.
Zhao Lanxiang was shocked. She was so shocked that she couldn't recover for a long time.
"Mom, can you go out first and let me think about it?"
Feng Lian looked at her daughter, who she had raised for seventeen years, who had grown into a slender and elegant woman. Now, she looked sickly and even begged her softly. Even her heart couldn't help but soften. She couldn't harden her heart to force her child.
Zhao Lanxiang recovered from the shock. She had returned to forty years ago!
Forty years ago, she fell in love with the tall and cool soldier, Jiang Jianjun. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how to make Jiang Jianjun accept her. Naturally, she refused to agree to the marriage arranged by her parents.
It was also that year that she finally pestered him to get married.
Unfortunately, the person in Jiang Jianjun's heart wasn't her. Zhao Lanxiang had two miscarriages one after another. In the end, her heart grew cold. When she came to her senses, she divorced Jiang Jianjun.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the table full of nutritional products. Jiang Jianjun had been injured and hospitalized during this period of time. She had bought these for him to nourish his body.
A trace of coldness flashed through Zhao Lanxiang's eyes. Fortunately, she came back early. Otherwise, if she had come back half a year later, she would have hooked up with that scumbag again in this life. She would have been so angry that she wouldn't be able to die in peace.
Jiang Jianjun was her ex-husband. It was also after leaving him that she was lucky enough to meet He Songbai.
However, now was not the time to dwell on Jiang Jianjun. Zhao Lanxiang remembered that two years ago, the old man accidentally killed someone and was imprisoned!
She put malted milk powder, honey, and milk powder into the luggage bag and packed a few pieces of clothes.
She had to hurry to find that old man!
…
When Zhao Lanxiang's parents found out that their daughter had voluntarily signed up for "going to the countryside" when they were unprepared, there was nothing they could do.
Since she had gone to the countryside, the marriage between Zhao Lanxiang and Mr. Zeng's son was also ruined.
Zhao Yongqing was so angry that he almost couldn't eat. With a dark face, he lectured her:
"Do you think that we can't control you now that you're independent?"
Feng Lian was a little sad. While helping her daughter pack her luggage, she nagged: "It wasn't easy for your father to let you avoid the conscription this time, but you still took the initiative to sign up. My Niu Niu, with your thin arms and legs, can you even do farm work? "
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