Her low voice was undeniably gentle.
"You're so stupid. You gave me two hundred dollars to buy a watch, and I'll buy the watch back as it is, plus the thirty dollars."
"If you go into business, you're really going to lose money."
He Songbai didn't say a word, and his eyes fell on the watch on the object's wrist. Although it was a male watch, it was simple and elegant, which made her pink and white wrist more slender.
When he paid the pig farm's money, his pocket was really clean again.
But he kept thinking about buying her a watch, and he would never forget that night when she woke him up in high spirits and took him to the bullpen to watch the bikes. The stars in the sky were not as beautiful as her eyes, and she gave him the most precious watch on her body.
Where can this be worth a few hundred dollars
He Songbai showed his white teeth and smiled naively, "No loss."
Zhao Lanxiang had a desire to get close to him, but after she hugged him hard, she quickly let go.
She pursed her lips and smiled, took out two hundred dollars from the drawer and handed it back to the man. She shoved the banknotes into his trousers pocket, and squeezed his thigh hard.
"Then... this watch is considered a gift from you, not from me, okay?"
The man coughed hard, and under her fierce gaze, his Adam's apple rolled and said with difficulty: "Okay."
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Zhao Lanxiang distributed the wine trough crab to Sanya and Big Sister He. Big Sister He had never eaten such a delicious food. She didn't touch it if she touched it, and kept her share for Dali.
"Give strength."
Zhao Lanxiang held down her bowl, "You can eat it, Dali is not in good health and is not suitable for eating."
Sanya bit the hard crab shell and ate it with relish, drooling as she ate it, as if she had never eaten anything delicious in her life.
Sister He glanced at the younger sister, and tugged at her to calm her down.
In fact, since Zhao Lanxiang left the He family, the food of the He family has been very economical, except that the grandmother has to eat some minced meat and eggs to replenish her body when she is old, and the two sisters have not seen the smell of meat for a few days.
Treating Li Dali was very expensive. During the slack season, Sister He also worked very hard to pick up some odd jobs. When I have free time, I go up to the mountains to collect firewood. In autumn, I can pick up a lot of dead branches, and they can get two cents in a bundle. Every day I go to the market and sell them to earn eight cents or one cent.
Farmers' self-production and sales are not speculative, and the firewood they make at home is cheap and affordable, which is much more cost-effective than burning coal in the city. It's just that Sister He is carrying four bundles of firewood alone, and the heavy pole is bent. Sometimes Sanya leaves school early, and she will accompany her to sell firewood with a bundle of firewood.
Zhao Lanxiang seemed to see Sister He's embarrassment, but she was unaware as if she didn't know anything.
She brought out a plate of fried fat sausages from the firewood house, mixed with fragrant rice, and made them eat a full meal.
Sanya was looking forward to the stars and the moon, looking forward to her sister Zhao's return. She squinted her eyes and worked hard to eat, like a starving son of a bitch.
Zhao Lanxiang said to Sister He, "I have to ask Sister He for help with something. Come to my house when you have time."
Sister He stopped her chopsticks, glanced at Zhao Zhiqing, and nodded.
In the afternoon, Sister He dragged the last two heavy piles of firewood in the yard.
She washed her hands and went to Zhao Zhiqing's room.
As soon as I entered the house, there was a sound of "da-da-da" metal plates hitting it.
This is Zhao Lanxiang stepping on the pedal of the sewing machine.
There is a lot of fabric piled up in her house.
Big Sister He couldn't help but let out an "ah" in surprise, and she froze in shock, not knowing whether to enter or exit.
An ordinary person, how can there be so much fabric in the room
Zhao Lanxiang turned around and looked at Sister He, whose face turned pale with fright, and couldn't help coughing lightly.
She silently went to close the door of her room.
At this moment, Zhao Lanxiang's room was scattered with a lot of fabrics, gray, black, blue, and white.
There are so many cloths that can make a dozen or so clothes. The biggest honor of ordinary people from the beginning of the year to the end of the year is that they can change into new clothes for the New Year.
Many people in the countryside are too poor to wear clothes, and they sew and mend for another three years. This is the reality. The poor peasants who lived in the ravines had only a few clothes to cover their shame, and whoever went out could wear them.
He Songye seemed to be frightened, she took a step back, and her rosy complexion had just faded from the physical labor on the mountain.
She babbled forward, took Zhao Lanxiang's hand, and shook her head vigorously. Seeing that Zhao Lanxiang didn't move, Sister He rolled up the cloth scattered on the bed and the table like crazy, stuffed it into the cabinet, and put her whole body in front of the cabinet, she was shocked and took a deep breath.
Her big bright eyes filled with tears.
She seemed to understand how the delicious and filling dishes and the rice that she wanted to spray from Zhao Zhiqing in the past came from. Her heavenly lid seemed to be split by someone, and she was silent for a long time. talk. The whole person slumped down in front of the closet, blocking it tightly, like a person who is stubbornly resisting until he is exhausted.
Zhao Lanxiang coughed lightly, "Eldest sister..."
Before Zhao Lanxiang didn't think that Sister He knew that she and her dear brother were doing that shameful business in the black market, and she would definitely collapse.
Although she was psychologically prepared in advance, Zhao Lanxiang still felt that she was taken aback by Sister He.
After a while, she said, "Can you help me keep this secret?"
Miss He didn't speak.
Zhao Lanxiang said in another way: "Only the two of us know about this, okay?"
Zhao Lanxiang thought Granny Li was very interesting. She was such a shrewd and alert person, but she raised her granddaughter and grandson to be someone who only works hard and doesn't care about other things. He Songbai still inherited a bit of her sharpness, but Sister He is completely upright and almost pure white. She would never have thought that her closest younger brother was working in the black market, and even the "progressive intellectual youth" at home were speculating.
However, Zhao Lanxiang still decided to "expose" it to Sister He.
She handed a handkerchief to Sister He.
Sister He wiped her face, her head was so groggy that she couldn't think.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "It scared the eldest sister."
"I am sorry."
She pursed her lips, coughed lightly and said, "This, these fabrics are not mine."
At this moment, Zhao Lanxiang decided to tell some "white lies", if it would make Sister He feel better.
Although she is also a person of this era, after all, she is a person who has experienced decades of changes in the times. She supports the convenience of free trade, and she also understands that people in this era live carefully, abide by the law and never cut the socialist tail. thought of.
What a collapse Mrs. He is!
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't bear to break this fact, but Zhao Lanxiang couldn't bear it either. Big sister worked tirelessly every day to carry firewood to exchange for that poor money, and she probably wouldn't be able to save enough for Li Dali's medicine.
Li Dali's medical bills still have to be spent in the back, and the few cents that flow through the water are not enough to plug the gap between the teeth, which is a bit self-deceiving. Li Dali's illness must be slowly managed. Sooner or later, the money will run out. When that time comes, He Songbai will use the money to treat Li Dali's illness. How should he explain it
Although she is helpless, it is not a solution for Sister He to keep in the dark. It is only reasonable for her to face the facts as soon as possible.
Her own man felt distressed, and Zhao Lanxiang decided to "call and call" Sister He.
Zhao Lanxiang paused and continued, "I have a sewing machine, and I do some sewing and mending work."
"Sew these fabrics into clothes, and others will pay me for each piece."
"As a result, I was stuffed with so much cloth. I stayed up day and night until the end of the year. Can you help me?"
After she finished speaking, she kept a smile on her face.
He Songye heard the words, and her thoughts suddenly came out of her sadness. She wiped away her tears and breathed a sigh of relief.
It may be that she is unwilling to believe that Zhao Lanxiang is so courageous and dares to fiddle with this black business by herself. Sister He prefers that this kind girl was brought into a pit for others, and now she can't jump out even if she wants to.
He Songye couldn't blame Zhao Lanxiang, they all had a share of the rice, grain, meat and vegetables she earned from doing this. What qualifications does she have to dislike Zhao Lanxiang? She is sorry for the girl.
He Songye wiped away his tears, "Will, how, do?"
"I, too, do, a little, needlework."
"But it won't be much."
Zhao Lanxiang breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Sister He to the sewing machine table, and pressed her down.
Zhao Lanxiang patiently pointed to the parts one by one and introduced them, taught her how to use the sewing machine hand-in-hand, and took out a piece of rag to give her the sewing thread.
He Songye is daring and careful. He didn't know how to make clothes before because there were no female elders to teach her. My grandmother didn't study female red since she was young. If you ask her about science and arithmetic, you might ask her for accuracy and let her be female red. She is the most impatient. Then over the years, He Songye also randomly learned to sew clothes with the girls in the village.
Zhao Lanxiang spent the afternoon teaching her how to sew and cut clothes, and taught her in a general way with common sense.
She came from a painting background, and then got divorced, she picked up her wasteful studies, turned to design, and opened a small custom clothing shop by herself, barely making ends meet. Cooking and cooking can only be considered a normal pastime, and making clothes is the only serious business she has ever done in her previous life.
Zhao Lanxiang pinched a sleeve that Sister He sewed with a smile, and praised the authentic: "Eldest sister, your craftsmanship is really good."
"I'm afraid that within a month, you will be able to learn to make clothes!"
He Songye didn't care about the praise he received, and only asked, "How long can you do these things well?"
She pointed to Zhao Lanxiang's house full of fabrics, she was very worried for Zhao Zhiqing, these things could not be kept in her house without being discovered.
Zhao Lanxiang went to make dinner, and asked her to take a break for a while, but He Songye didn't smell it, and kept working with her hunched waist. She snapped out the fabric with scissors, folded it carefully, and put it under the needle of the sewing machine to push the stitching.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at her cautiously worried appearance, her scheming was still full of panic, but she didn't fall at all. She was suffocating and working hard, which made Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help laughing, and her heart swelled sourly.
Although the He family is poor now, she feels that everything will be fine.
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Earn money incense: I am diligently leading one person after another astray
Earn money incense: I am guilty, I repent
Support my precarious flaga, I will continue to write~
After reading this, the little cuties will sleep obediently, good night!