Rebirth 80 Medical God Big Brother Divorce

When Qiqi reached a pillar at the east end of Bridge No. 8, she stopped and indeed saw someone following her.

"Girl, do you have any food?"

He was pale and thin, and his clothes were tattered.

She was an old lady with bound feet.

"You want food?"

"Well, I want a bag of flour."

The old lady with bound feet looked mysterious.

"Seeing the girl asking for the price just now, you must have some food."

Qiqi laughed. This old lady with bound feet was really smart. She must have heard her say that the noodles were expensive just now.

"I have food, how much do you want?"

"How much can I ask for? I only have this much money. How much can you give me?"

The old lady with bound feet took out a handkerchief from her coat with slanted collar, opened it, and showed it to Qiqi.

"Thirty-seven kilograms of national food coupons, and fifteen yuan."

Qiqi knew that with more than 30 kilograms of food coupons, she would need to pay more than 14 yuan to buy 37 kilograms of flour at the supply and marketing cooperative. If she went to the black market at No. 8 Bridge, she could only buy 20 kilograms of flour at most.

"Do you want all the white flour?"

"How dare I take all that precious stuff? The white flour can only be given to my little grandson and my daughter-in-law who is nursing her baby. We are blessed by the Buddha if we can have enough coarse flour to eat."

"Then I'll give you 20 kilograms of flour and 50 kilograms of cornmeal, how about that?"

"Amitabha, may the Bodhisattva bless you, girl, you are truly the savior of our family."

The old lady with bound feet stuffed the money into Qiqi's hand, then quickly clasped her hands together and thanked Qiqi.

"Wait a minute, I'll get the noodles."

Qiqi didn't dare to enter the space to take things in front of outsiders.

Hand the money to the old lady with bound feet.

"Where is your stuff? Is it far? I'll ask my son to drive you there."

"Do you have a car?"

"Yes, my son is waiting at the west end of the bridge."

"Go ahead and order it. I'll get it and wait for you here."

The old lady with bound feet was afraid that Qiqi had left, so she turned around to call her son, walked a few steps, looked back, and was relieved when she saw Qiqi standing by the pillar.

I watched the old lady with bound feet go up the bridge, and then I looked around to see if anyone was paying attention.

Qiqi entered the space. She didn’t dare to take much, so she took out more than 20 kilograms of flour and more than 50 kilograms of cornmeal.

The old lady with bound feet came with her son in a cart, and Qiqi was standing there waiting, with two bags of noodles, one large and one small, placed under her feet.

The old lady with bound feet quickly asked her son to put the noodles in the car and stuffed the money into Qiqi's pocket.

"Can the girl still get food?"

"Ah."

"We have lived in this county town for several generations. We have many relatives and friends, and they all need food. If you have food, come to me, don't hang around under Bridge No. 8. If you are seen by the inspection team, not only will the food be confiscated, but you will also be sent to the construction site to work in a reeducation through labor."

Qiqi knew that the old lady was right.

After all, we haven't divided ourselves into individuals yet. If we trade privately, we will still be arrested and educated.

"Ma'am, what's your last name?"

"No need to bother. My husband's last name is Xie. Ask around. Almost everyone in the county knows Xie Guilan."

"My mother is a midwife. Many children in the east of the city were born by my mother."

Aunt Xie's son is a tall and thin man with a white face.

He smiled at Qiqi in a friendly manner.

"Yes. Thank you, Auntie. I'll come find you then."

"Xie's soy sauce shop on Shiban Street, Dongguan. Just ask on the street and you'll find it."

Qiqi returned to where Liang Deshui was waiting for her, carrying 37 kilograms of food coupons and 15 yuan.

"You kid, this is a black market, what are you looking at here as a girl?"

The water was so cold that I blamed my daughter.

"Dad, I'll take a closer look. Only then will I be worthy of the title of director's wife."

Qiqi said one sentence and the water became cold and silent.

Yes, Yan’s son-in-law is a doctor, and Qiqi will be a doctor’s wife in the future.

He didn't know how high a rank the director held, but he knew he must be much higher than the captain.

"Let's go."

Liang Deshui whipped the donkey and it started running fast.