Bai Fumei in the ’70s

17 Chap Chapter 017

He Songbai was too lazy to lift his eyelids this time. He hung his head to eat and ate his mouth. Fatty meat chewed with oil and tenderness, and the smell of his mouth was full.

Fatty meat is still delicious, lean meat is so fragrant.

Liang Tiezhu looked at his calm expression in Brother Bai's expression, even with disdainful emotions, he was too lazy to completely ignore his face, and his chest was stuffed.

Liang Tiezhu analyzed: "Look, how good she is for you, willing to give you such a delicious meal."

Although Liang Tiezhu is wealthy, he doesn't want to eat meat at home. It's good to get soaked in oil in a month.Where has Tie Zhu eaten slices of meat covered with rice?Where have you tasted such delicious braised pork rice?If a mother-in-law treats him so well, he can't wait to dig out all her heart nests, and she is willing to die.

He Songbai shaved off the rice bowl and said lightly, "My grandma used to make rice porridge when she was rich. It was only a few meals. If you gave me a pitiful meal, you would give it. What can it mean? Be passionate. "

Liang Tiezhu clutched the liver fried rice feeling mentally suffered from He Songbai's contempt. He buried his head in exasperation and grabbed the meat spread in the bowl of He Songbai, caught it in his bowl and ate it.

"My eyes are shallow, poor and greedy, and all I can see is this meat."

He quickly finished his own that bowl of rice, but also get enough to eat a bowl of fragrant licked salty sauce, attracted He Songbo meal storm hit.

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Liang Tiezhu patted his stomach after lunch and said goodbye to He Songbai.Although Zhao Lanxiang served him a lot of food, he still felt that he was still not satisfied, and hadn't had enough addiction.

He smashed his mouth, knowing that Mingming could not ask for a bowl of rice with his cheeks any more. He did not ride a bicycle home immediately, but went to Zhao Lanxiang.

He enthusiastically asked Zhao Lanxiang: "What are you going to sell next time?"

Zhao Lanxiang said: "I won't know until next week. Now the meat and noodles at home are almost used up. I'll go to the store to see them in a few days. I will do whatever I can buy."

Zhao Lanxiang had already deeply felt how scarce the supplies were in the 1970s. With money and tickets, it was not something you could eat.The queues are so scary that only those who have experienced this era know.

She often goes to supply and marketing cooperatives and grocery stores to buy what she sees, and every time she goes to the county, it is pretty good to return without empty hands.

Zhao Lanxiang's answer, this is in the middle of Liang Tiezhu's arms.

He grinned, showing white teeth.Although he has no way to get meat, his old business is selling food!

"Well...what kind of food do you want to buy, if I have anything here, I can move you over."

After listening to Zhao Lanxiang, his eyes were completely surprised.

"Really? If so, it would be great!"

"Of course I see it for your convenience. Flour, rice, millet, rice, beans, mushrooms, mushrooms, bamboo shoots, etc. If you have me, I will..."

Zhao Lanxiang is not just talking about anything. After years of research and the refinement of various cuisines, although she is still not a "recipe encyclopedia", but she can make anything for her by ordering any ingredients.A clever woman is difficult to cook without rice. She used to do whatever she could before. Now Liang Tiezhu wants to supply her with food. What else can Zhao Lanxiang choose?

This can make Zhao Lanxiang very happy.

Liang Tiezhu is doing a black market transaction. Of course, buying food from him is safer than buying it from a grocery store. She does not have to work so hard to buy food every week.

After Liang Tiezhu listened, Diao Erlang said locally, "Sure, I will send it to you when I receive it."

Zhao Lanxiang went on to ask Liang Tiezhu the price of grain, and Liang Tiezhu waved his hand in the air: "Forget it, because you take care of my brother Bo and you are your own, they will give you the purchase price. It may not be as good as the grain and oil store. Cheap, but you don't need food stamps."

Zhao Lanxiang is very grateful, this is undoubtedly a good and no better condition.

The food price in the black market is slightly higher, she knows this.Farmers who have surplus rations will secretly sell them to the black market at slightly higher prices in exchange for living expenses.They do not need food stamps, which is also convenient for Zhao Lanxiang, the urban people who receive a fixed share of food every month.

Liang Tiezhu said, "I'm going. Brother Bo fell off on a bicycle today, and his leg is now lame. If you, if you have..." Just go and see him.

Liang Tiezhu bit his tongue secretly, and under Zhao Zhiqing's doubtful eyes, he stopped for a moment before saying, "If there is medicine, you can borrow him to apply it."

Despite being ignored by He Songbai, Liang Tiezhu still hopes that a woman who knows how to take care of him will take good care of him.

Where can I find a woman who doesn't dislike Bo Ge's family and wants him to cook!This is really difficult.

Although Liang Tiezhu is not smart, but he is also at the age of thinking about his mother-in-law.

Zhao Lanxiang heard that the pale lips of the man appeared in front of her. She thought that it was caused by low blood sugar without breakfast, but she did not expect to be injured?

Thanks to him, he still behaved so breezy, so she didn't see it at all.

Zhao Lanxiang resisted the urge to scold, and still beamed away Liang Tiezhu.

Immediately after turning back to his room, he turned upside down and found a bottle of medicine oil.This bottle of medicated oil should be suitable for all skin injuries, bruises!Alas, this kind of commodities obviously went to the county and did not know to take the money and go to the health clinic.

It won't cost a few dollars to apply some medicine!

She went to He Songbai's room and knocked on the door.

"anyone there?"

He Songbai was full of food and was taking a nap, and was awakened by the voice unexpectedly.He slept shirtless, got up reluctantly, and put on a jacket.

"what's up?"

Zhao Lanxiang heard the lazy voice of the man coming from the room. The deep voice was a bit of husky ambiguity that could not be concealed, and it was mixed with the slight annoyance that had just been asleep but disturbed.

He suddenly opened the door, staring at her condescendingly, her sharp eyebrows frowned, "Why... less money, or less votes?"

Zhao Lanxiang glanced at the blood stains on the man's trousers and put the medicated oil in his hand. "Tie Zhu said that you fell lame, let me take a look."

"You can take this medicine first and apply it three times a day."

He Songbai only felt that the soft hand belonging to the woman touched him, causing a rough numbness in his rough palm. The electric current seemed to flow all the way from the finger to the heart socket, and the blood in his heart reversed.

He was stiff as if he was electrocuted. The next moment the medicine bottle flew out in a straight line. The delicate glass bottle fell to the ground suddenly and "touched" the ground.

Zhao Lanxiang froze for a moment.

He Songbai's dark eyes shrank slightly.

Even the air became a little stagnant at this moment, He Songbai was also stunned, his fingers quivered, and then he spoke restrainedly and calmly:

"This...how much is this bottle of medicine, I will pay you."

Zhao Lanxiang was angry, sad, and angry.

At the moment when the man felt something dirty and shoved her hand away, Zhao Lanxiang was shocked and immediately felt sad in her heart.

"You have to pay here and there, how much money do you have to pay me?"

She didn't care that her good intentions were ruined, and she didn't care about his subconscious body resistance, but He Songbai's desire to keep clear of her relationship with her at all times, it's better not to owe her at all, but she made her very angry.

She stooped to pick up the broken glass carefully, and left the glass with a silent hand.

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The author has something to say: Bo Ge said: injustice

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They're all short, Jun, crying in the toilet ?