Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Tang Qing happily accepted these pieces of "thank you" food. He unfolded a piece of oil paper to eat on the spot, and it was dense and sweet, with a rich bean flavor.

"This is also delicious. I found it. You are all treasure."

After eating one piece, Tang Qing carefully put the remaining two pieces into his pocket. He asked expectantly, "Can I still come to eat tomorrow?"

Zhao Lanxiang, who received a favor from others, responded without hesitation: "Okay."

Tomorrow she is not going to buy food and meat in the county, but there is still some flour left at home. There should be no problem in serving people.

Sanya will also go to Tiange and Xiaoxi to catch fish, shrimp, and loach. In the past, when there was no oil in the house, Sanya didn't know the benefits of these things. Since Zhao Lanxiang made stewed loach soup, Sanya didn't work in her free time, and she loved to move these things to her home, and used a water tank to keep it. Sometimes she would lie on the water tank and look at these things with a smile, revealing the longing eyes.

After Zhao Lanxiang and Tang Qing sent away, they went to the warehouse of the brigade and bought a few mangoes.

There are many hills and hills here. The rainy season is rich in rain and the sun is abundant. Although there is little cultivated land, it has a natural advantage in planting fruit trees. In addition to planting some food, the commune brigade also planted several fruit trees on the top of the hill. In the autumn harvest, the grain was picked, and the green fruit was picked by the way, and transported to the city by car overnight.

She pressed the hard green mango, picked a few soft ones, and paid five cents.

Jiang Jianjun still likes to eat mangoes at this time, but he suffered a serious injury in 1979. After taking the medicine, his skin became allergic to the mangoes after healed. Since then, there has never been any shadow of mangoes at home. I accidentally ate a mango-flavored drink, and my throat and esophagus were swollen so that I could not breathe. I almost killed him. This fruit can be regarded as a nightmare shadow for him.

Unsure whether Jiang Jianjun really did what she thought, she planned to test him through Jiang Li.

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He Songbai went to the county town with Liang Tiezhu early in the morning.

Tie Zhu went to deliver, and he went to find another brother. He walked to a residential house and knocked on the door, and inside he quickly drilled a dumb boy.

He saw He Songbai tentatively and said: "One two three four five."

He Songbai twisted his ears and said, "One, two, three, four, five, don't you recognize me?"

Han Han scratched his head and smiled, said in a small voice: "Uncle Bo, is this not used to it?"

"Are you here to find my father? He is busy collecting things behind, ready to go out to work."

He Songbai walked in, and the man inside said without a word: "No more today, go back."

The hidden cubicles in the room were filled with things, and scattered all over the floor, there was nowhere to go. He Songbai knew that they would soon be delivered to various customers and sold out quickly.

He Songbai said: "I have something to do with you."

The man who was sorting things froze for a moment, and he turned back in surprise, "Oh, how did you come to town?"

"I'm so busy that I can't entertain you well." Li Zhong rubbed his hands and said.

"The girl you introduced last time, the bean cake she brought was delicious. During this time, many customers asked and wanted to buy some more. You..." His eyes fell on He Songbai's hand. Things, the eyes light up.

He Songbai put the 20-pound kidney bean cake in front of Li Zhong and said lightly: "I have given it to you. I still have some business today. I am busy and have no time to sell. Do you have a way to buy bicycles?"

Li Zhong thought for a while and took a picture of his head, saying, "Some, some, you're right when you look for me. Although I'm a food seller, I can't get along with a bicycle pole, but my uncle sells it, but you come Unfortunately, my uncle just sold one and sold out yesterday. This kind of supply is scarce, and one is one."

He paused and added: "This kind of "big thing" has to pass my uncle's hand, which is too hot and easy to be checked."

The "uncle" in Li Zhong's mouth is the fourth uncle. The black market here in Qingmiao County is under the control of the Fourth Uncle. Li Zhong and his fourth uncle have a close relationship, so he even took him out of the black market.

This year's bicycles can be described as "difficult to find one item". The entire factory only has a few indicators for buying bicycles every year. After purchasing tickets, you must first register at the police station and print stamps. Of. Only the fourth uncle has a relationship to "brand" the bicycle, and this big business can only be handled by him.

He Songbai did not speak in silence. Li Zhong said that there were no bicycles.

Li Zhong paused and said, "Yeah, my brother wants to buy a bicycle. Did he come here and do it?"

"If there are new items next time, I will keep them for you, but this car is a little expensive. Are you ready for your money?" He held out three thumbs and three hundred dollars.

Honestly queuing up to buy bicycles with tickets, the price is about 150, the price varies from brand to brand, and good brands are more expensive. The price on the black market is significantly higher, sometimes more than three or four times the price.

Li Zhong said: "Buy the "big golden deer", "big golden deer" is strong and easy to load, not comparable to the famous brands like "phoenix" and "permanent", but to do our business, you must buy a strong and firm Yes, it’s all my own. I’ll give you the price."

He Songbai suddenly felt that the golden leaves and golden leaves in his arms were hot, with 5 grams of gold leaves and 8 grams of beans. The price of gold was about 20 yuan per gram. He quickly mentally calculated for a round, if gold is not under pressure to buy a car is not a problem, vice versa... he is likely to be unable to afford a bicycle in his arms.

He Songbai was very silent.

Li Zhong has many insights and bright eyes. He soon saw the embarrassment of He Songbai.

He said: "Due to your relationship with me, you have to give you a cheaper price. The three hundred pieces I just said are sold outside, and you can make two hundred pieces yourself."

Truth, Li Zhong didn't say vaguely.

In fact, the price of bicycles on the black market is definitely going to rise by 355. How can we save the money on the license plate by human relations and walking? Two hundred dollars is a price that none of my family can buy. Li Zhong intends to secretly subsidize 50 yuan to sell bicycles to He Songbai. Based on the fighting spirit of fighting and drinking together, where could the brothers not be able to pull aside.

He Songbai said: "You don't need to count me so cheap, I have a little idea how much the bicycle is."

"How much do you count these bean cakes."

Li Zhong lifted it over the head and said, according to the concave pattern of the hole: "Twenty-one catties, you are twenty-one catties, a total of twenty-five yuan and two hairs, and give you twenty-one catties... Grain ticket, brother count."

Li Zhong handed a stack of broken money tickets.

He Songbai got into his pocket and turned to leave the residence.

...

Tie Zhu quickly ran out of food and came to join He Songbai.

He lowered his voice and whispered with He Songbai endlessly.

"Brother Boyle sells grain with me, our brothers will work together to break the gold..."

He Songbai rode his bicycle through the county town with an iron pillar. After more than an hour they were taken to a deep alley. He Songbai pushed open the door of the dilapidated old house and pushed the iron pillar into it.

"It's all inside, you go to the right. When you're busy, just sell food to them."

Tie Zhu walked in, and walked out in ten minutes.

With tears in his eyes, he said, "I. Cao, the black market hasn't met them for these two years."

Liang Tiezhu wiped the corners of his eyes, and transparent tears soaked his sleeves.

"I saw the cat's egg's hand was broken, and the dog's left eyes were broken."

He was a man of three bigs and five thicks, and he teared uncontrollably in the alley.

"Everyone's life is not easy..."

The heavy labor made them unable to squeeze out a little pitiful old time. When Tie Zhu was full of stomach, he choked back. He came out in a complicated mood, and even his emotions were suppressed.

"In the future, my food will only be delivered here, how about you?"

He Songbai shook his head.

He saw Liang Tiezhu's eyes sharpened like leopards in an instant, explaining: "I don't sell food."

Liang Tiezhu asked in surprise: "Why not do food?"

In his cognition, apart from selling food, these scattered princes could do nothing.

He lit a cigarette, and the match wiped the phosphor paper to make a small flower, which passed away in a flash. His thin lips contained cigarettes and said vaguely: "Raw meat."

"There is less supply of meat."

The long queue in front of the store is enough to see the tight supply and demand in the meat market. The food must be eaten every day, but so is the oil. Without oil, nothing is tasteless. For those who do heavy physical work, there are no oil stars in their stomachs, which is more difficult than working.

Peanut oil is expensive and not cost-effective, so most people will buy fat pork to squeeze oil. The oil residue after squeezing out the oil is still a delicious side dish. The ration of a couple of meat in the monthly share of urban people is simply not enough.

This short sentence suddenly let Tie Zhu take a breath.

He said: "Brother really dare to think!"

"Don't even sit on the bike, dare to think of the rocket?"

He Songbai's decision was met with fierce opposition by Liang Tiezhu.

"If you don't say tired or tired, I'll ask if you can find meat? The first time you entered the black market, you didn't know any rules, and you wanted to make a big one if you touched your lips. Isn’t it right? Can’t make you rich, and it’s okay to eat a lot of food. You want to sell meat, how many lives do you have?"

The grain can be sold after it is put down, and the grain that cannot be sold can still be stored in the cellar. But raw meat doesn't work. From pig raising to slaughtering to storage, every step is stepped in the eye sockets of the public security. It has poor mobility. Who do you check? The pigs slaughtered that day had to sell the meat that day, and they would be rancid if there was no ice storage.

He Songbai flicked the soot with his thumb and said lightly: "It's a life, but dare to think."

He went to sell the golden leaves in his pocket first. He picked up the remaining golden bean and looked at it, but he didn't want to sell it. Under the beans, the word "Yuan Jing" was carved with a thin knife, which was the word of grandfather. Granny hid it in the brick of the house without letting it be buried deep, and also had a deep feeling for it.

He Songbai took the warm banknotes in his pocket and went to the store to buy the most expensive cigarette.

He carried Liang Tiezhu to a farm house in the countryside.

The author has something to say: Brother Bo: It is not easy to be a big brother carrying a handle

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One more night!