He Songbai took the letter, folded it in half and stuffed it into his pocket.
He got on the bicycle, and the thin figure quickly disappeared into the dark night. He passed by Tie Zhu's house on the way back from chopping the pigs, and he handed over Gu Gong's letter and 30 catties of pork to Tie Zhu.
Tie Zhu carried the pork and said with a smile: "This pork doesn't need to be handed over to Gouyu and they sell it, it's very popular. I can sell it for Brother Bo. I can take the pork to the black market and sit in front of my food stall. It's all full of people!"
Tie Zhu saw that it was not easy for He Songbai to earn hard money, so he would help sell such a sought-after pork by the way. If he gave it to the dog leftovers, they would have to make a little profit.
The retail price of a pound of pork is 70 cents, and meat tickets are very rare, with a share of three or four taels per person per month. On the black market, the price of pork can triple or triple. When business is good, especially during festivals, people want to sell it for two yuan a pound. In the off-season, the price is 1.51 jin, and it is also quick to let go. It is also rare to encounter a backlog of pork that stinks on your hands.
However, He Songbai only cared about wiping his sweat, and he refused without hesitation.
"No, you earn a piece of money."
He paused and continued: "There will be many times when I will need them in the future."
There are a total of six people in the dog left cat egg, the two with broken hands and lame legs stay at home to work up and down, and the other four are running around to earn money. Although the life was very hard, it was still a good meal.
The poor man didn't have the huge profits he imagined. Liang Tiezhu has a flexible mind and does not accept death. With an honest face, he is enthusiastic and diligent. He can save regular customers and save money. Others who do black market reselling can't even earn half of him. Li Zhong is backed by a big tree to enjoy the shade. He has a lot of news and connections, and he can make a lot of money while sitting comfortably at home.
The dog left and they belong to the kind of low-level poor man who works hard and can't make money. The old man who can't do it has long since returned home to farm, and will not stay in the black market and kill customers.
He handed Tie Zhu the two catties of fat he had earned from today's labor, and exchanged it for lean meat, as if his partner didn't like fat meat very much.
"Don't delay you, let's go."
Tie Zhu nodded and set off on the big golden deer. The dim light that belonged to him on the mountain road gradually drifted away and disappeared into the thick night.
After staring at the person, He Songbai also rode his phoenix, swiftly returned to Hezitun, and let the phoenix go back to the house to sleep.
It was very tiring today, because a master at the slaughterhouse had chopped his hands. He chopped two more pigs than usual. As soon as he closed his eyes, the heavy sleepiness struck him, and he slept until the third day of the sun in one breath. The sunlight coming in from the open window made him unable to open his eyes.
He Songbai took out the watch in his arms and glanced at it, his heart sank, and he wiped his face with his hands in regret.
He burned his butt and got up to wash, then turned to the farm tool room of the brigade to pick up a hoe. After he went up the mountain, everyone had finished half of the work, and they couldn't help but sarcastic when they saw him.
"You're very diligent, let's see if the sun can burn your ass, right?"
"Don't talk about it, it's not bad for the young master of the National People's Congress to work with us regardless of the past." The person who spoke was beaten by He Songbai last month. There was a gust of sarcasm.
"It's too late, and I like to lazily sleep on the construction site. If I can get ten centimeters this month, I'm the first to disagree."
Wang Leizi smiled and said, "Let's go to Miss Zhao, and here comes Miss Pan."
"Hey, hey, hey..."
Wang Leizi had just finished singing and was kicking him to the ground again.
This time, it was Pan Yuhua who hit the man with his casserole-sized fist. "Do you dare to look at it again?"
He Songbai lifted his eyelids, turning a blind eye to everything around him.
He carried the hoe to do his own work, he didn't have the strength to fight, he had to save the strength to make money.
After finishing the work at noon, everyone scattered and squatted under the shade of the tree to enjoy the cool food.
He passed the bullpen, and Gu Huaijin was holding a thick and torn book, silently wiping his tears.
He Songbai pretended not to see it and walked around silently.
Gu Huaijin's eyes seemed to have crossed his back, and he let out a deep roar, "He Er, come here."
He Songbai walked over.
Gu Huaijin asked, "I forgot to tell you that you were in a hurry last night."
"Did you see my letter at the post office?"
He Songbai emphasized: "I set off at two o'clock."
He glanced at Gu Gong in surprise. Are high-level intellectuals so fragile? It's just that he did a little more work, was beaten a few times, and his hands and legs are all over his body. Even his thoughts are not normal.
He said, "You're confused."
Gu Gong was choked for a moment and said, "I'm in a hurry. I'm too old to be confused."
"But... you can't be smart and promise me to help you see it next time?"
His old face turned red, and he sighed: "I've been here for inspection since March, it's been almost half a year, and I've been so busy with this project that I haven't even sent a letter to my family. Now... More I don't have the right to move."
"If you're free, just help me take a look. I'm grateful to you for the rest of my life."
He Songbai agreed, and he did not accept Gu Gong's "sell miserable". In his opinion, there are more people who are miserable than Gu Gong. Anyway, he still has time to help Gu Gong. This old guy is a thief, and once he gets him, he wants to love him every time.
This time, I lived in the cowshed, and when I was eating, I wanted to stretch my neck and look at their house.
He Songbai said, "I don't need your gratitude. Just keep your mouth shut, thank God."
His face sank, and his sword brows stood upright and said fiercely: "I'm not very capable, but it's more than enough to treat you."
Gu Gong lay silently in the dry straw, flipping through his thick booklet.
A pair of tearful eyes showed through the gaps in the tattered and dirty paper.
After he waited for He Songbai to leave, he learned the tone of this place and muttered to himself in a high voice:
"My gratitude is still useful!"
"Poor boy, ignorant of goods!"
After a long time, he returned to reality, "I am the useless person..."
After "appreciating" his project plan, Gu Huaijin hid it under the dry grass with satisfaction. He felt that the gang of ignorant cubs could not keep everything safe. However... He couldn't find any evidence to prove that something could have happened.
After Gu Huaijin finished his farm work every day, his daily job was to flip through the booklet he had recorded every day since March. It is both desperate and unconvinced.
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In the evening, He Songbai counted the bills he had accumulated over the past few days one by one. He kept a part for himself for emergencies, and gave the rest to Grandma.
Grandma was stunned when she saw the money. She was a person who had seen the world. She had a rich life when she spent money like flowing water, and she also had a hard life when she was poor and starving. She used to give away more than this amount of money.
But at the moment, he is stunned for the money his grandson earned with his own hands.
She mumbled: "These money mothers are saving for you and leaving them to be your daughter-in-law."
She carefully filled the money with a clean spittoon.
He Songbai frowned when he heard this, "Didn't you promise me not to worry about my affairs?"
Grandma didn't speak, her turbid eyes showed a touch of clarity, staring straight at her grandson.
There was complexity, distress, and helplessness in those eyes.
She is like an old man full of wisdom, and every little change falls into her eyes.
After a long while, she snorted, "I know!"
"Grandma's brother Bai is good everywhere, you don't have to be afraid when you stay older, there must be good ones in the future!"
The author has something to say: Grandma: Do you think I don't know
Stupid grandson.
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PS: Although it is short, there are double updates.
But don't wait, just go to sleep~
Alas, you are so enthusiastic, it makes me a little cowardly, a little bit of Yali Shanda.