Rebirth 80 Medical God Big Brother Divorce

"Have you found it?"

Qiqi asked anxiously.

"I found it."

"Look at you, you're so forgetful."

Qiqi couldn't help but complain.

After saying this, I suddenly felt that the air was a little too quiet.

When I looked up, I saw Yan Chenbei had a big smile on his face.

Her father laughed too.

Qiqi's face suddenly turned red.

She's already controlling her son-in-law before he even gets married. She's really shameless.

"Uncle, eat a bowl of noodles before going back."

Yan Chenbei stopped and pointed to a noodle shop on the side of the road.

A county town is a county town. Although private business is not allowed, there are still noodle shops and barber shops.

"Come in and have a bowl of noodles, fine white noodles, only fifty cents a bowl."

A fat lady came out and greeted us.

A bowl of rice costs fifty cents, and a meal for three of them costs one dollar and fifty cents. I would rather die than eat it.

The water was so cold that he quickly shook his head.

No matter what Yan Chenbei said, he was unwilling to go in.

Qiqi knew that her father was stingy with money.

"Forget it, we are in a hurry to go home. It's getting dark and the road is not easy to walk on."

"That's right, my family should be anxious."

Liang Deshui quickly responded to her daughter's words.

Qiqi smiled. She knew that her father was embarrassed to say the second half of his sentence, which was that he came home late and his stepmother would be angry with him, so a quarrel was inevitable.

"It's time to go back. I don't want to eat anymore."

Qiqi thought, they have been out for a whole day, and she didn't know what Xiaogeng would tell his stepmother when he returned.

She was not afraid of being scolded by her stepmother for returning home late, but she was mainly afraid that her father would be angry.

Yan Chenbei was shocked when he heard Qiqi was leaving.

I turned around and bought some buns from the bun shop next to the noodle shop and stuffed them into the bag.

"Let's eat on the way. I won't go back with you."

Yan Chenbei thought about it carefully. There were herbs in the car when he came, and he and Qiqi lay on the haystack. His father-in-law couldn't see them and wouldn't say anything.

Now the cart is empty and three people are sitting on the donkey cart, how embarrassing.

"Okay, let's go first."

The cold water rushed back without giving it much thought.

Liang Deshui was driving the donkey cart with Qiqi sitting on it. As they were about to leave the city, a bridge appeared in front of them, spanning the moat.

"Dad, is this Bridge No. 8?"

"Well, this is Bridge No. 8, a famous black market in our county."

"Dad, wait a minute, I'll go take a look."

Without waiting for Liang Deshui to object, Qiqi jumped off the donkey cart and ran towards Bridge No. 8.

This girl is getting bolder and bolder. This is Qiqi’s first time to the county town. What if she gets lost?

Qiqi ran fast, and after turning a few corners, he disappeared. The water was too cold to catch up. He was afraid that Qiqi would not find him when she came back, so he could only tie the donkey to a tree next to him and sit under the tree to wait.

In the summer of 1978, although most people still went to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy things, farmers from nearby villages came to sell vegetables, sheep, etc. under the No. Bridge. Food was a scarce commodity. Everyone ate based on work points. There were only a few kilograms of food a year, so who would sell it?

Only in the No. 8 Bridge area did people sell illegal grain. Most of them were from distant villages, where those who had secretly expanded their private plots secretly sold the remaining grain for money.

"How much is this white flour per pound?"

Qiqi turned to an old woman squatting beside a bridge pillar and asked in a low voice.

"piece."

Why is it so expensive? Qiqi was surprised. In the supply and marketing cooperative, white flour only cost 50 cents per pound, but under the No. 8 Bridge, it was actually sold for one yuan per pound.

"Why is it so expensive? Can it be cheaper?"

"If you think it's too expensive, don't buy it. All the black grain under the bridge is the same price. If you can't buy it here, don't go anywhere else."

The old woman was unhappy.

"What about the cornmeal?"

Qiqi asked another middle-aged woman squatting next to her.

"Two cents and eighty cents."

"What about the red taro noodles? And sorghum."

"What do you do? You're not a noodle seller, are you?"

The woman became alert.

Qiqi walked away quickly. Not long after she walked, she felt as if someone was following her.