Framed at the beginning: Female educated youth forced to marry disabled military officer

Make a list of the things you want to buy tomorrow, and put the list in the pocket of the clothes you want to wear tomorrow to prevent forgetting.

While loading the order, he happened to touch the porcelain bottle in his pocket. With a roll of his eyes, Meng Xiaoman took out the porcelain bottle.

"Well, this is a bottle of pills left by my father. It is said to be made from traditional Chinese medicine and can strengthen the body. When I was packing my things two days ago, I just remembered it, so I took it out. Well, you Why don't you give it a try, maybe it will be useful to you."

Meng Xiaoman told the prepared draft, fearing that Xiao Xiangdong wouldn't believe it, so he continued: "Well, I tried it, it's not poisonous, it's quite useful."

Meng Xiaoman's expression was sincere, and her eyes were watery and crystal clear under the swaying light, like a cute puppy asking for its owner's consent.

Xiao Xiangdong resisted the urge to rub the top of her head and said with a smile in his eyes: "What are you thinking about? Why should I worry about poison? This is what your father left for you. It must be good stuff. Just keep it for yourself. I Not useful."

"Why don't you need it? You need it more than me." Meng Xiaoman blurted out. After saying it, she realized something was wrong, "Well, I didn't mean to say that you are not in good health..."

"I know." Xiao Xiangdong interrupted her explanation, "I know you didn't mean that. It's just my leg. The doctor said that unless a miracle happens, it will be like this for the rest of my life. Good things are wasted on me."

Under the light, Xiao Xiangdong said this in an unusually calm tone, as if he was telling a well-known fact. Meng Xiaoman didn't know how he managed to be so calm now. Was it because he had already given up and no longer had any hope, or was it just a superficial disguise? If it was a pretense, then his acting skills were too good.

"How will you know if you don't try it? Since it was left by my father to me, I have the final say on that thing. If I tell you to eat it, I will give it to you. If I tell you not to waste it, I won't waste it. If you don't eat it, you're afraid it's poisonous. !”

Meng Xiaoman used her "messy" skills.

During this period of contact, Meng Xiaoman discovered that Xiao Xiangdong was very fond of this trick. As long as she insisted on a sentence or two, he would be defeated.

Sure enough, Xiao Xiangdong obediently extended his right hand.

Xiao Xiangdong's palms are broad and there are yellowish calluses where the fingers and palms are connected, and the palm prints are also very deep.

It is said that people with deep palm lines have a harder life. Judging from Xiao Xiangdong's experience alone, it does make sense.

Seeing her looking at his palm in a daze, Xiao Xiangdong couldn't help but twitch his fingers, "What? You can't bear it anymore?"

Meng Xiaoman's thoughts were interrupted by slender fingers with distinct joints. She carefully poured out a pill, pinched it and placed it in his palm.

Xiao Xiangdong took it and went straight into his mouth without even looking at it.

"Okay, go to sleep now, we have to get up early tomorrow."

After saying that, Xiao Xiangdong blew out the lamp and the two of them lay down separately.

Meng Xiaoman slowly took off her clothes, put on her pajamas, and then closed her eyes.

In the haziness, he seemed to hear a suppressed and rapid breathing, but he was so sleepy that Meng Xiaoman fell asleep again before he could think about it.

When he woke up the next day, Xiao Xiangdong had already made breakfast.

"How is it? Is it effective?" Meng Xiaoman asked impatiently after washing up.

"It works, it's a good medicine."

It does work, but the process is a bit difficult.

Last night, just after he lay down for a while, he felt a warm current traveling from his Dantian to his whole body. But when it went to his legs, his legs suddenly felt like pins and needles. At first, he could bear it. He was usually tired. He would also feel pain like this when sleeping or catching a cold. However, the pain became more and more severe and began to turn into a fine and hot pain from the bone marrow to the muscles. It was as if the bones and meridians of the legs were being reorganized. The pain was so painful that he almost couldn't help it. Groaned.

However, after the severe pain, my legs felt much better, and there was no pain in the rest of the night.

Before, my legs would hurt several times every night, especially in the second half of the night when the cold was severe. But last night, it didn't.

"That's good."

After a while, give him another pill.

I wonder if the next space harvest will give her something. If so, wouldn't Xiao Xiangdong's legs be saved?

Meng Xiaoman thought freely.

There are quite a lot of people in the village market, but they are basically old men and women or half-grown girls and boys, carrying baskets and bags, selling various agricultural and sideline products or handmade products.

Adults have to work and are reluctant to give up a day's work, so most of the people who come are young and old at home.

Meng Xiaoman first found someone who sold pottery urns and pots. Although these pottery products were rough in workmanship, they did not affect their use. Meng Xiaoman ordered three medium-sized pottery urns and a dozen more of different sizes. clay pot.

Meng Xiaoman ordered a lot, but the old man selling the urns didn't get enough, so she couldn't take it away, so she gave him her home address and agreed to have him deliver it to her door.

After setting these, Meng Xiaoman went to buy some saponaria leaves for washing clothes.

In fact, people in the village pick these things from trees, dry them themselves, and take them out directly when needed. However, Meng Xiaoman's new house did not bring these things from the Xiao family, so it lacked everything.

Meng Xiaoman also met an old woman selling home-made soybeans with soybean paste. She tasted the taste. It was fragrant and spicy, the soybeans were soft and glutinous, and tasted very good. She bought a half clay pot. In addition to pickled soybeans, there are also pickles and dumplings, and I also ordered half a jar.

Many people in the countryside can make this kind of pickles and soy beans. The old woman's business was not very good. Meng Xiaoman asked for more and gave her money in return. Seeing that she had no place to put them, the old woman happily spared two small jars and gave them to her. Put stuff.

Thinking of making meat dishes tomorrow, Meng Xiaoman bought some dried chili peppers, star anise, cinnamon, pepper and other aniseed ingredients.

People rarely use money in the market, and most of them use barter, but Meng Xiaoman has nothing to exchange for, so he uses all the money. Although there was a lot of rice and noodles in the space, the market was crowded with people and there was a village. She was afraid of attracting others' attention. After all, it was difficult to explain where the rice came from.

The Qinghe Brigade does not grow rice, and even wheat is allocated to only a small number of people per household every year.

After buying everything I could buy at the market, I went to the town supply and marketing cooperative to buy a pound of pork belly and two pounds of eggs with my tickets and money. Meng Xiaoman then left for the black market near the town.

After putting things in the space, Meng Xiaoman dressed up as an old lady, carrying a bamboo basket full of rice and flour, patrolling the black market, looking for buyers.

People who come to trade in the black market all cover their faces and avoid talking too much. They lift the curtains on the items to let the buyers take a look at the goods, and then start to negotiate the price with gestures. Once the deal is settled, the deal is made quickly and then everyone goes their separate ways.

Meng Xiaoman packed five kilograms of rice and noodles each. In order to weigh it, she bought a manual scale at the market and temporarily learned how to weigh and recognize the scale from the man who sold the scale.

Flour and rice from the supply and marketing cooperative must be purchased with a ticket, costing 171 kilograms and 181 kilograms respectively. On the black market, if you don’t have a ticket, it’s at least half as expensive.

In order to test the market, and to sell out as soon as possible, Meng Xiaoman ordered 25 cents per catty and did not ask for a ticket.

Rice is relatively rare here, especially the rice in the space. The quality is very good and the flour is also very fine. Meng Xiaoman only walked around once and it was sold out. He planned to buy something before leaving, and happened to meet a young man selling it. Wild honey, Meng Xiaoman wrapped it up excitedly.

In this era when sugar is scarce, wild honey is a good thing.

While the two parties were trading, they heard someone shouting, "We've arrested someone, run away."

The young man grabbed the money in Meng Xiaoman's hand and was about to run. Meng Xiaoman quickly snatched the honey jar back from his hand and started running.

The young man probably didn't expect Meng Xiaoman to react so quickly, and was stunned for a moment. He thought he would take the opportunity to take the money and run away. Anyway, when he leaves here, he doesn’t know anyone and the honey can be sold again. He has done this in the past, but he didn’t expect the old lady to be so fast today.