Chapter 17:

He Songbai was too lazy to lift his eyelids this time. He hung his head to eat, ate with a big mouth, the fat was chewing on the oily 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, and even had disdainful emotions that 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 the nests of her heart, 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 you mean? "
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 rice, he still felt that he was still not satisfied, and hadn't had enough addiction.
He smashed his mouth, knowing that Mingming wouldn't be able to ask for a bowl of rice anymore. He didn't ride a bicycle home immediately, but went to Zhao Lanxiang.
He enthusiastically asked Zhao Lanxiang: "What will you do next time to sell?"
Zhao Lanxiang said: "I won't know until next week. Now the meat and noodles at home are almost used up. I will go to the store to see them in a few days. I will do whatever I can."
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, 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 pleasantly surprised.
"Really? If so, it would be great!"
"Of course it's convenient for you to see, flour, rice, millet, rice, beans, mushrooms, mushrooms and bamboo shoots. Whatever you want, I will..."
Zhao Lanxiang is not just a big talk. After many 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 black market transactions. 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. 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.
She knows that the food price in the black market is slightly higher. 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 legs are 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."
Although he was ignored by He Songbai, Liang Tiezhu still hoped that there was a woman who knew how to take 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. If there is a mother-in-law who is so good to him, even if it is boring to him, he will have to grind it off.
Zhao Lanxiang heard that the pale lips of the man appeared in front of her. She thought it was caused by low blood sugar without breakfast, but did she expect to be injured?
Thanks to him, he still behaved so lightly, 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 searched through the boxes, and quickly found a bottle of medicated 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 so full that he 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 also mixed with the slight annoyance that had just been asleep but disturbed.
He opened the door suddenly, staring at her condescendingly, her sharp eyebrows frowned, "Why... less money, or less votes?"
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at the blood stains on the trousers of the man, 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 fingers to the heart cavity, 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, and 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, and He Songbai was also stunned, his fingers quivered, and then he spoke calmly and calmly:
"This...how much is this bottle of medicine, I will pay you."
Zhao Lanxiang was angry, sad, and angry.
The moment the man felt something dirty and shoved her hand away, Zhao Lanxiang was so shocked that she felt sad for a while.
"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, or she could not care about his subconscious body resistance, but He Songbai’s desire to keep clear of her relationship with her all the time, 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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