Bai Fumei in the 70’s

When Zhao Lanxiang put the rice out, He Songbai did not come over to eat immediately.

He squatted by the well to wash his face and wipe his sweat. The clear well water poured from his head, and the cold water ran down his forehead to the undershirt under his neck, bringing a trace of coolness. The wet cloth clung to his skin and outlined his lean upper body. His rough palms wiped his face, shook his head and flicked a circle of water stains, and walked back to the room silently.

The food seller put away a portrait of Dang Erlang and narrowed his eyes and walked to Zhao Lanxiang's side. He asked abruptly, "Why are you looking at my brother Bo?"

This sentence sounded like thunder, and surprised Zhao Lanxiang who was watching people intently.

She turned her head to see that it was the young man who sold food on the black market.

Fortunately, the youth's focus is not on this, he said happily:

"I didn't expect to meet you here. It turns out that you lived in Bo Ge's house. It was really flooding the Dragon King Temple. Hey! I used to come to Bo Ge's house before, so I have never seen you."

Zhao Lanxiang said: "I am the educated youth on the brigade. The dormitory collapsed and I live in the He family for the time being."

The food seller looked at her.

"You made the mung bean cake sold this morning? I knew it as soon as I saw you... where did he have this kind of craftsmanship? I used to persuade him to come in and work with me. He refused to know what to do. I don’t think we’re bad speculators like us! You’re quite capable, and I can support my brother, who is willing to help you sell things.”

Zhao Lanxiang was a little surprised. When this young man mentioned He Songbai, he always said "Bo Ge" bit by bit. The tone was natural and respectful. Not like the villagers in Hezitunli, he looked scornful when he mentioned him.

Let Zhao Lanxiang have a good impression on this young man who sells food.

"The customers who bought duck meat from you last time, come to my food stall every day to ask for your news. People have their necks white and waited for you for so long, so you can give a quasi-word, when will you do it again? Take the cans for sale? I've seen a ghost. Is this really delicious?"

Zhao Lanxiang laughed involuntarily. She had no long-term plan to make duck food. "No, I will sell something else next time."

It's not that she didn't want to make money, because when she sold duck food last time, she didn't pay attention and exposed her face. For personal safety, she did not make ducks for sale this time.

And buying duck meat is not easy. Others bought one or two meats and satiated them, and she bought a dozen pounds in one go. It's hard not to be eye-catching. Coupled with queuing is also a problem, you have to take luck if you can't buy it. In this era of planned economy, where is there so much meat for everyone to eat?

In summary, making duck food business is not easy to do, Zhao Lanxiang will not make duck food in a short time.

Zhao Lanxiang smiled and asked, "Have you not eaten yet?"

She led the food seller to the kitchen. The young man stared at the savory braised pork rice in the pot and swallowed. "You are pretty good, no wonder the duck meat sold out so fast that day. Can I have a bowl of fragrant rice?"

The seller of food is very conscious, even if he and He Songbai said brother brother, never thought of rubbing a meal in vain. Before coming to the He family, he had already prepared to eat bran and wild vegetables, but he did not expect such a surprise! The scene of the He family became better, and the food was completely changed, and the meat could be eaten wealthily!

This kind of fried rice with meat and vegetables is already a luxury meal in the eyes of selling food.

Zhao Lanxiang also filled a bowl for the food sellers. Fortunately, the labor force at home is the king of big stomachs. When she cooks, she is used to making large portions. Otherwise, one or two will come to share a cup of soup.

The food seller said, "Brother Bo and I hurried back all the way, and he didn't eat anything. You gave me the meal, and I brought it to him."

Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile: "Okay."

The young man scratched his head and said, "Actually... My name is Liang Tiezhu, you just call me Tiezhu."

Tie Zhu held a bowl of rice in one hand and went to He Songbai's room. He used to be a loafer of the Green Valley Brigade, and owed a debt, but his family was not as good as the He family.

A few years ago, he was beaten by a group of gangsters and almost killed. As a result, He Songbai was saved. He Songbai just followed the sky. He punched all the bully Tie Zhu on the ground with his bare hands, and beat the gangsters into tears and begged for mercy. Tie Zhu's heart was shocked, and he was so grateful that he just cried aloud while holding his thigh.

The friendship of men is made by fighting. Whoever has the fist is the hardest is the boss.

That day, the scoundrel rascal, who was beaten with water, including his weak chicken, regarded He Songbai as his elder brother.

Tie Zhu brought the rice to He Songbai's room. He Songbai was changing clothes. His only decent dress was dirty and torn.

He Songbai had only ridden twice, once with the light of his brothers, riding like an experience. The second time was this morning. With only a poor and poor cycling experience, where does he know how to control this "foreign car"? However, in front of Zhao Lanxiang, he wouldn't, and he rode on with a scalp.

Unexpectedly, he hadn't reached the road yet, and a small turn made He Songbai fall sturdy. The delicate mung bean cake was tightly guarded in his arms, and he didn't touch it at all. He had scraped off a piece of skin all over his body, blood gurgling.

He Songbai was thankful that he didn't touch the other's golden car. This skin injury was not a problem for the man. He chewed a smelly grass on the roadside and applied it to the wound.

Tie Zhu happily held the rice and shouted: "Brother Bo comes to dinner, there is fat pork, so fragrant!"

He saw a broken skin on He Songbai's leg, and he was astonished and ashamed. "What's going on here? You're riding back all the way. Does it matter?"

Seeing **** legs, Tie Zhu admired He Songbai in his heart. Although he also followed to sell food, he did not see anything wrong.

He Songbai bleeds to sell things and rides a bicycle to endure all the way back, without saying a word, is an iron man.

But Tie Zhu couldn't help but sigh, and said a little angrily: "I'll take you back if I want to know, and you still treat your brother as an outsider!"

Tie Zhu's home market has doubled because of the early black market transactions. Not only did he become the first cyclist in the village, he also bought his mother another "one turn" in three turns: a sewing machine. The mother-in-law is now doing some seam repair work in the village. The elder sister is learning to cut clothes. He stepped back on He Songbai's ability to restore his own people, especially the past.

He Songbai ignored him and continued to apply stinky grass, and finally cut a tattered cloth to wrap his legs.

Stinky grass is a kind of good thing to cure all kinds of diseases. It can be applied to fever and fever. It can be applied to falls and injuries. It can be applied to nosebleeds and constipation. It is still applied to roundworms in the stomach. The land is flooded, cheap and easy to feed. It is He Songbai's most loyal "doctor".

He Songbai raised his eyelids, his eyes falling on the rice held by Tie Zhu.

He saw at a glance that this woman was brought by Tie Zhu from the family. He Songbai didn't like to always eat soft meals from women, but today he shed so much blood for her, and it wasn't cheap to eat her several meals.

He Songbai took his chopsticks and propped his legs to the side and ate quietly.

The food is very fragrant, he knows that the woman's craftsmanship is always very good, things that are willing to put oil and salt are always delicious!

Tie Zhu was eating it with a mouthful of fragrant mouth. He looked enviously at the slice of braised pork lying on the bowl of rice in He Songbai. He intuitively had more meat in his bowl than he did.

Tie Zhu picked up the meat and ate a stern light, contentedly and cheerfully.

He squeezed his eyebrows at Song Bai, "It's delicious, Brother Bai, you said... Is that girl interesting for you?"

The author has something to say: poor little dog~~