Zhao Lanxiang made several kilograms of candy balls and ate them slowly at a rate of one bunch a day, which lasted for half a month.
She picked up the dried and brittle sugar balls, wrapped them tightly with moisture-proof oil paper, and put them in the food jar at home.
"In the future, I will let my mother keep them, and if Xiaohuzi does his homework on time and studies hard every day, I will reward you with a bunch of them."
Little Huzi hasn't eaten enough, and silently wants to take a bara out of the jar to eat. But the big water tank was too high and too deep, and his short body could not reach the sugar balls at the bottom of the tank, so he stared at it silently for a long time.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said, "I will allow you to eat three more today. If you eat too much, you will get cavities. After eating, you can brush your teeth, okay?"
Little Tiger nodded vigorously.
Zhao Lanxiang took out three hawthorn-flavored ones for him to eat. The red hawthorns were wrapped in transparent sugar, crisp and clear. From the outside to the inside, they were first sweet and then sour, and their teeth clacked with the spider when they bit the crispy sugar layer. The silk screen cracked like a screen, and Xiao Huzi enjoyed the pleasure of crunching candy.
After he finished eating, Zhao Lanxiang took the children to wash their hands and brush their teeth.
She squeezed toothpaste for him, and the mirror in the sink reflected the child's tender face with a thick layer of happiness, stupid and cute, she rarely met the little tiger when she was still young. When he grew up, he had a serious face and the uprightness of a rough man, how could he be so endearing now.
She rubbed his head, "Go do your homework."
In the afternoon, Feng Lian came back first.
She took off her hat, sighed and said, "Niuniu, you are going back to the city tomorrow, have you packed your things?"
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the clock before four o'clock, a little surprised that her mother returned so early.
She nodded: "Packed up."
Feng Lian thought for a while and said, "The fellow from Hezitun who came to the house that day, will you go back tomorrow?"
"If you don't ask your father to buy more tickets, the two of you will go back together and have a company."
When Zhao Lanxiang heard the words, she almost didn't hold the handle of the pot in her hand. If her mother knew that she was talking to this so-called fellow in the future, she would probably regret what she said today.
Feng Lian said, "To add vegetables tonight, your dad is probably going to the black market to buy meat."
Xiaohuzi, who was doing his homework, pulled his head out of the book and cheered happily: "Add vegetables and vegetables!"
Hearing this, Zhao Lanxiang quickly washed the pot and wiped his hands with a towel.
"Where does my dad know how to buy? I'll go to the black market to meet him."
He Songbai said that he wanted to buy vegetables, and her father also bought vegetables. Zhao Lanxiang was worried that he would buy too much food tonight. After all, the family has a small population, and Zhao Yongqing and his wife do not like to waste food. A plate of meat can last a long time.
She quickly went to the black market. After searching for a long time, she did not find Zhao Yongqing, but saw the figure of He Songbai walking through the black market alley.
He frowned bitterly and deeply, making trouble, sometimes staring at the fish and shrimp in a daze, sometimes staring at the pork and stopping.
Zhao Lanxiang walked up, and He Songbai, who was making a difficult decision in his heart, lit up and asked the object, "What do your parents like to eat?"
"They're not picky, they like to eat everything."
Zhao Lanxiang followed He Songbai all the way to the black market alley. She bought a piece of rib meat, which was sandwiched between one layer of fat meat and one layer of lean meat, and the taste was very rich. Along the way, she saw Bai Huahua’s tofu and bought a few pieces. In the end, she pinched the cabbage heart and picked a cabbage into the vegetable basket.
It was the first time that He Songbai met his target's parents, and he felt that there was something missing just by buying these.
He said to Zhao Lanxiang, "Go back first, and I'll come later."
Zhao Lanxiang was still thinking of looking for her father, so she nodded and disappeared into the black market with these dishes.
After He Songbai sent the subject away, he ran to the countryside outside the city to catch an old hen. The chicken farmer gave him a sack to carry it, like a migrant worker on the construction site with a broken sack on his back.
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Zhao Lanxiang went home and set up the dishes, and then went out to find Zhao Yongqing, but no one was seen when he asked the unit all the way.
Instead, his colleague said, "Does your coal use up that fast?"
"Your dad exchanged a lot of coal tickets with me today."
Zhao Lanxiang said vaguely: "My mother is afraid of the cold, so she likes to cook at home during the Spring Festival..."
She couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. During this time, she fiddled with a lot of things, not steaming rice cakes or stewing braised pork and making soup. She made a lot of delicious food, and the coal at home quickly burned out. In addition, Feng Lian is also a fire-loving person, and the coal stored at home will bottom out in the middle of the month at the end of the month.
She guessed that her father might have gone to buy coal, and she quickly went to the supply and marketing cooperative, but she was in vain. Just as Zhao Lanxiang was about to get home, her pupils shrank and she saw this scene:
He Songbai, who was wearing gray and tattered clothes, carried a pole on his shoulders, with black coal mountains stacked on each end. Her father tied the sack to the front of the car and slowly pushed it forward.
Zhao Lanxiang's heart couldn't help beating.
He Songbai is really capable. She was lucky in her life. She searched for her father who could not be found, and she even met him. Looking at their appearance, they met for the first time and got along fairly well.
She didn't get close, but silently took a shortcut and went home, leaving the two of them talking and chatting all the way.
Zhao Yongqing said as he walked, "Young man, are you tired? Why don't you put the coal on the car and push it away?"
He Songbai shook his head, and said with a relaxed expression: "This coal is so light, I can carry two more loads! I often do this kind of rough work, and you city people are not used to it."
Zhao Yongqing was really embarrassed and asked people to work in vain. He couldn't help but ask, "Is the place you want to go still far? When you get there, you can put down the coal and let me push it with a car."
There are still a lot of enthusiasts this year, Zhao Yongqing couldn't help feeling warm.
He smiled and chatted while walking, "Young man, do you like reading books?"
At this moment, he didn't recognize the book lying in his car basket at the moment, which he gave to his daughter many years ago.
He Songbairao was thick-skinned, and his face became hot.
He said succinctly: "I'll take a look when I'm free."
Zhao Yongqing couldn't help but turn his eyes to this young man. His clothes could well reflect his economic conditions. He wore a worn coat in cold weather, but he was enthusiastic and motivated. Zhao Yongqing couldn't help but encourage him: "It's good to read more, Reading lifts one up."
"What did the chairman say, study hard and make progress every day."
He Songbai flipped his shoulders and switched sides to pick. They got closer and closer, almost turning into the street leading to Zhao's house. Zhao Yongqing couldn't help but say, "Hey—"
"Young man, you really don't need to be so troublesome."
He Songbo paused, wiped his sweat and said, "No, I'm going here too. The family I'm going to also live here."
Zhao Yongqing said quickly, "Is it so fateful?"
"I know all the people in this area. They are all old neighbors who have lived here for decades."
He Songbai's dark eyebrows flashed a faint smile, and he said, "Even if I'm not here, it's nothing to help you bring it back."
"But... it's fate to be able to walk this road together."
His casual tone revealed a hint of meaning that only he understood.
Zhao Yongqing couldn't help but glanced at the coal on the young man's shoulder. It was heavy, and a stretcher was on the young man's shoulder.
His tall and straight body was as strong as that of a countryman, his steps were steady and firm, and the weight of the pole was on his shoulders, which could not overwhelm him at all. Zhao Yongqing can't do it anymore. He is no longer as strong and powerful as he was when he was young, and he will definitely be unable to bear the old bones of walking all the way.
Although the weather was freezing cold, He Songbai picked up the coal all the way, and soon sweated. The sweat dripped from his forehead and wet his flowing hair. He stopped, took out a sweat towel and wiped his face.
Zhao Yongqing clapped his hands and said, "Let's have a cup of hot tea at my house later. My house's rice cakes are delicious, you have to try it."
He Songbai replied with a smile, "Okay, drink some hot tea."
After walking another few dozen meters, Zhao Yongqing twisted the car bell, and a crisp bell rang. He pointed to the building in front of him and said, "I'm here."
Feng Lian heard the man ringing the bell upstairs and quickly went downstairs.
She opened the door and said in surprise, "Xiao Bai—are you here?"
After listening to his wife's words, when Zhao Yongqing realized that fate was really dramatic, he looked at the tome in the basket of the car, no wonder the more he read it, the more familiar it became.
Isn't this the Marx series of books Niu Niu bought when he was in middle school
He was a little speechless, and silently untied the sack tied to the front of the car, and then asked calmly, "Are you my lover's student?"
Feng Lian glanced at Zhao Yongqing angrily, watching him push the car to park and couldn't spare both hands, and quickly took the sack over.
"How can you, this is Niuniu's fellow villager in Hezitun, Xiaobai, you came just in time, should you go back to the countryside tomorrow?"
He Songbai nodded.
Feng Lian was carrying the sack, and the chicken in it suddenly clucked.
He Songbai explained: "This is an old hen I caught in the countryside. Thank you auntie for the sausage. It's delicious."
Feng Lian gave He Songbai more than three catties of sausage, and He Songbai returned a chicken of more than three catties, which was about the same value. This gift in return was not a big deal. Feng Lian only thought that it was because they refused to take advantage of it, so she returned it on purpose.
She said angrily: "You child is too serious, you said that the sausage was delivered, and you even made a trip to return a chicken."
It is also said that people in this age are very particular about human relations, and they will not accept precious things for nothing. The Zhang family gave the Li family a pound of meat, and the Li family will have to pay back the favor on other occasions.
Grain is precious, and no one's silver bills come from the wind in vain.
Feng Lian was carrying the chicken, thinking that this young man was very sincere and polite. However, after looking at the worn jacket he was wearing, he felt that the chicken in his hand was too valuable, which was a waste for him.
Feng Lian said: "Don't stand stupidly, come into the house!"
Zhao Lanxiang was watching this scene on the windowsill at home, holding her cheeks in her hands, and couldn't help laughing.
She quickly went to clean up the fresh clams, and it was too late to hang the old soup today, so I used the clams to boil the soup to increase the freshness. Before He Songbai came back, she had already chopped the pork to make a lion's head, and cut it carefully and patiently until the muscles were separated, leaving the essence in the meat. Although chopping meat is convenient, it affects the taste.
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