After Zhao Lanxiang sold out all the meat, he rode his bicycle hula-hura, and soon disappeared in Qinghe County. She hurriedly rode all the way to the sparsely populated mountain road before stopping to take a breath and count the banknotes in her pocket by the way.
A thick stack of banknotes, divided into gross notes and meat notes, is scattered and thin. In addition to the duck meat that was given to the guests in vain, a total of fourteen yuan, forty-seven cents and five cents were sold. After deducting the cost of buying the duck meat and the cost of the spices, the net profit was more than six yuan. Bai earned nine catties and six taels of meat.
Zhao Lanxiang felt refreshed like drinking cool and sweet Sprite.
However, she has not yet reached the point of being overwhelmed. In her mind, a young man who sells food at the stall next to her comes to her mind. Although he is arrogant, he dresses very carefully. If she wants to continue this black job of buying and selling, she has to be more low-key and cautious.
Zhao Lanxiang habitually detoured the remote mountain road, and then detoured from the county to the town. She didn't dare to stay in the county town after she sold her things. When she got to the town, she dared to buy a pound of pork belly, a pound of sugar, and five pounds of Fuqiang powder with bills. Back to Hezitun.
Back in Hezitun, Zhao Lanxiang went to return the bicycle first, and invited Tang Qing to eat noodles at home by the way. When she went to find Tang Qing, he was playing the violin in the room. In addition, Zhao Lanxiang accidentally ran into Jiang Li at the captain's house.
When Jiang Li saw Zhao Lanxiang, she let out a deep hum from the depths of her nose, "What are you doing here?"
In Jiang Li's eyes, Zhao Lanxiang's image of stalking her brother was deeply ingrained, and she was accustomed to Zhao Lanxiang's pettiness to please her. When Zhao Lanxiang became a little colder, Jiang Li was more sensitive than anyone else, and immediately became uncomfortable. Especially when her life was so miserable, while Zhao Lanxiang's life was extremely nourishing.
In the same way, asking for leave every three days and two times, she was only scolded by Li Dali to the point of being bloody, and when it was Zhao Lanxiang’s turn, it became a natural thing. Li Dali never picked her fault and treated her with kindness. How could this make Jiang Li happy
Jiang Li said angrily, "My brother wrote me a letter, do you want to take a look?"
Jiang Li just went to the village post office to pick up the letter. She took out a white letter from the cloth bag and raised it in front of Zhao Lanxiang.
Jiang Li knew what her brother wrote to Zhao Lanxiang. After reading her brother's letter, Zhao Lanxiang will not unite her well from now on
The last time Jiang Li didn't eat Zhao Lanxiang's meat buns, she was really pissed off. She wrote to her brother that she and Zhao Lanxiang were assigned to Hezitun, and added a lot of bad words about Zhao Lanxiang at the end.
Jiang Jianjun, the elder brother, was very surprised when he received this letter, but he could understand it again.
Zhao Lanxiang may be taking a detour. She is finally smarter and knows how to bypass him to please her sister directly.
Jiang Li is a baby that the whole family cares about. Jiang Jianjun's uncles and uncles gave birth to six boys in one go, and it was not until four years after his mother gave birth to him that he finally gave birth to a female baby. The Jiang family tried their best to cherish this single seedling in their hearts.
Jiang Jianjun knew in his heart, where is his sister so easy to please
Zhao Lanxiang's eyes fell on the envelope, and she said "oh" with little interest.
She didn't need to read it to know that Jiang Jianjun's letter must be full of taking good care of Jiang Li. Jiang Li has never endured hardship since she was a child. If you can, help her more. Jiang Li's temperament is simple and easy to be impulsive and easy to be deceived. Keep an eye on the side, and so on.
Of course... She is not Jiang Jianjun's wife yet, and Jiang Jianjun's tone of making these demands must be more subtle and euphemistic.
Zhao Lanxiang had no desire to read such an appalling letter.
She said with a smile: "Oh... Is that right? It's not convenient for me to read your home letter as an outsider. I still have business... I won't bother you."
Saying that, she walked to Tang Qing's room, knocked on his door, and shouted a few times.
Soon the sound of the violin in the room stopped abruptly, he pushed open the door and saw Zhao Lanxiang, the young face became more relaxed and happy, "Run out?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and said cheerfully and generously: "I went to the town to buy some noodles. It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun. I'll treat you to a meal."
She goes to the county at least three times a month to do some speculative bad things. It’s definitely not safe to take a car, and you can’t be exhausted by walking on the mountain road alone? The only way is to borrow more of Tang Qing's bicycles, so she has to have a good relationship with Tang Qing. This has come and gone, Zhao Lanxiang borrowing a bicycle will not be so embarrassing.
Tang Qing did not refuse, but was very happy to hear that there was something to eat, "Thank you Comrade Zhao for your courage! I'll change my clothes first, please wait a minute."
He was wearing the white undershirt that he usually wears in the living room, showing his arms to be cool. If you are invited to eat noodles by a lesbian, you must dress more formally.
Zhao Lanxiang waited patiently at the door, and her gaze shifted from the wooden door to Jiang Ligeto.
Jiang Li's pretty face turned red with anger at the moment, and her eyes were full of vigilance when she looked at Zhao Lanxiang: "What the hell are you doing here?"
Zhao Lanxiang was stabbed by this gaze, and suddenly thought of one thing, Jiang Li did not necessarily come to the captain's house to look for the captain, she probably came to Tang Qing.
With the strong hostility in Jiang Li's eyes, Zhao Lanxiang's guess is undoubtedly 100% certain.
Tang Qing has a good temperament and is well-liked. His parents are intellectuals who are professors at the Central Academy of Fine Arts. He is also neat and handsome. In addition, he is friendly and helpful. It is estimated that there are still many girls who love him in private.
Zhao Lanxiang frowned invisibly for a while.
Jiang Li's attitude also reminded her that she should keep a certain distance from Tang Qing, and it would be inappropriate to invite him to eat at home alone.
So she said to Jiang Li, "I bought some noodles and invited Comrade Tang to eat noodles as a thank you. Would you like to join us?"
Only then did Jiang Li become happy, and she immediately said the buns that she had not eaten in her heart: "I want to eat buns."
Zhao Lanxiang declined politely, "It's too late to make buns, let's eat noodles."
After she finished speaking, Tang Qing's room door opened, and he changed into a dark blue shirt, which was wide and neat. Xu Shi was afraid that the lesbians would wait, so he wiped his face indiscriminately and came out, with water droplets on the ends of his hair.
Tang Qing said, "It's good to eat noodles. Comrade Zhao's noodles are delicious."
When Tang Qing said so, Jiang Li was no longer able to speak. She was shy and sweet in her heart. She didn't dare to look directly at Tang Qing. She lowered her head and said hesitantly, "Really? Let's eat noodles then."
The appearance of this little girl, it is estimated that she has never seen it herself
Zhao Lanxiang clenched his hand into a fist, covering the corner of his mouth that couldn't help but laugh.
She walked ahead with a huge schoolbag on her back, leading the two to the He's house. Jiang Li was very satisfied that Zhao Lanxiang avoided so wisely, even though she was walking beside Tang Qing, she was too shy to speak.
As for Tang Qing... Now all he can think about is that bowl of carefully prepared and fragrant noodles.
After Zhao Lanxiang returned to He's house, she found that Sister He was not at home.
Sister He was assigned the job of raising the cattle of the brigade. The cows needed to be taken care of every day. At this time, Sister He should gulp forage in the cowshed. Zhao Lanxiang looked around and found He Songbai chopping wood in the yard. She put down her schoolbag and carried the noodles and sugar she bought into the woodshed.
She glanced casually, the charcoal in the stove was completely cold, and she knew that He Songbai had not eaten lunch. She took out Fuqiang powder, knocked an egg into the noodles, and added water to mix the noodles. The noodles with eggs will be more springy. After 30 minutes, she took out the dough and rolled it over and over with a rolling pin. She stretched the noodles over and over again, and Bai Mian was incredibly obedient under her hands, soft and tenacious.
She fried the spicy pork belly with lard and added some cornstarch to fry the pork belly until it was crunchy. Finally, pour the pork belly into the cooked noodles, and the hot oil falls into the clear soup with a "sting" sound, which is fragrant and straight.
She brought out four bowls of noodles, one for each person. Zhao Lanxiang knew that He Songbai probably didn't like to eat with strangers. Qing and Jiang Li called out to eat noodles.
Tang Qing and Jiang Li happily went to the firewood room to eat noodles, but Zhao Lanxiang walked up to He Songbai.
The man was sweating like rain in the scorching sun. He chopped the thick firewood into small ones. This batch of firewood was chopped finer than ever.
Zhao Lanxiang felt a sudden sweetness when she saw that she was caught off guard.
Zhao Lanxiang has an unavoidable trouble recently. She is not used to cooking with firewood stoves in the countryside.
Because when cooking, you need to pay attention to controlling the heat. When the dishes are almost done, you need to turn the fire from high to low. In the past, she only needed to turn the switch of the gas stove to adjust the fire to low, but now she had to take out the unburned firewood in the stove. The woodshed is dirty and smoky. He Songbai chopped up the firewood, which is of course more convenient. She just needs to control the amount of firewood she puts in, more when the fire is big, and less when the fire is small.
She smiled and said, "I made a bowl of noodles and brought it to your room."