This is the anti-theft chapter,
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Fat meat was still delicious,
How could lean meat be 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 give you such delicious food."
Although Liang Tiezhu was rich,
His family did not eat meat whenever he wanted to,
It was already good enough 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 his bowl and 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 his spirit had been despised by He Songbai,
He angrily buried his head and snatched the meat in He Songbai's bowl,
He picked it up and ate it in his bowl.
"I'm short-sighted,
I'm poor and gluttonous. All I can see is this meat. "
He also quickly finished his bowl of rice,
After eating, he even licked the fragrant and salty oil in the bowl, which caused He Songbai to beat him up.
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After Liang Tiezhu finished his lunch, he patted his stomach and said goodbye to He Songbai. Although Zhao Lanxiang had given 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, then that's great! "
"Of course it's convenient for you. Flour, rice, millet, beans, mountain delicacies, fungus, bamboo shoots, whatever you have, I want …"
Zhao Lanxiang was not bluffing. After many years of research and refinement of all kinds of food, although she could not be considered a "complete cookbook", 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 naturally safer than buying it from grocery stores. She would not have to bike so hard every week to buy food in the future.
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 and said, "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 Zhao Lanxiang and the rest of the townspeople 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 him, 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 think 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 fool. 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 Song Bai only felt a woman's soft hand touching him, causing his rough palm to feel a burst of numbness. That 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 care that her kindness was ruined, and she could also ignore his subconscious physical resistance. However, He Songbai's attitude of wanting to cut off all ties with her at all times, and it would be best if he didn't owe her 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.
…
This was the young He Songbai … His muscles were tight and full of strength.
Zhao Lanxiang's face couldn't help but heat up. Her heart also heated up and thumped wildly. After she finished speaking, she plunged into the woodshed.
He Songbai wiped his face carelessly with his palms and looked at the gradually disappearing figure. Only then did he continue to look indifferently 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 had a full meal. One was competing with the other to eat happily.
Tang Qing was well-educated, so he could at least restrain himself. Even if he wolfed down the food, it wasn't ugly.
However, Jiang Li seemed to have abandoned the girl's reservedness and shyness. She also forgot that the boy 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!
Since Jiang Li hadn't eaten properly for a month, the eight out of ten tasty noodles became ten out of ten. Zhao Lanxiang's noodles were twelve out of ten for Jiang Li. The soup was rich and delicious, and the noodles were smooth and crispy. She could almost feel the moment they were bitten off. The pork belly hanging on the noodles was even more fascinating. It was crispy and fragrant when she bit into it. The more she chewed, the more chewy it became. The aftertaste in her mouth was endless. Holding the bowl of hot noodles and eating, Jiang Li thought that it was fortunate that she came with Zhao Lanxiang. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to eat such delicious food.
At this time, she had completely forgotten about the steamed buns and was completely captivated by the noodles.
Jiang Li slurped the noodles and finished a large bowl at lightning speed. She burped.
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 her own bowl of noodles.
Jiang Li saw that Zhao Lanxiang ignored her. She gritted her teeth, but she wasn't angry. Because at this time, her mind was full of 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, "He Family's eldest sister and San Ya didn't come back for dinner. Don't eat 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 know."
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