Chapter 47:

He Songbai's low, hoarse voice naturally had a magnetic force, and the voice fell on Zhao Lanxiang's ear, and she could hear her face flushed.
She grabbed his clothes tightly and kissed him again, in exchange for a more lasting and enthusiastic response from the man. Zhao Lanxiang was breathless.
He Songbai's superb imitation skills gave Zhao Lanxiang the illusion of "teacher apprentice starving to death".
After kissing for a while, He Songbai soon couldn't stand it anymore. The whole body was hot and hot, and I wished to rub the person in front of me into my body.
He coughed a lot and let go of the subject, almost letting her mess around caused him to forget the business.
"The money, here you are."
He took a stack of money from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang stared at the hard stuffed money in his hand, glanced at the man again, and asked suspiciously:
"What does it mean?"
He Songbai's ears were reddened. His blood was still gone, and his voice was almost dumb.
"You are my object, and my money is in your custody."
"You take it to buy some good clothes, buy some delicious..."
After finishing these remarks, He Songbai felt a little warmer in her heart, and it was something she was proud of to let the woman spend the money she earned.
Zhao Lanxiang pursed her lips and couldn't help laughing, warming herself.
She counted the money the man gave, a stack of tickets with a thick thumb, for a total of fifty dollars.
Seeing so much money, she was not surprised. She didn't expect that the job of killing pigs would make so much money. After half a month, one poor man and two white men saved their savings.
Zhao Lanxiang accepted the money and did not refuse it. This was his heart, she would save the money for him.
She touched the man's sturdy, stiff arms, and was both proud and distressed in her heart.
"Are you tired these days?"
He Songbai said nothing.
Since doing this job, He Songbai has never slept soundly in the night. But he was young and had a good foundation, and he was kept by the subjects every day with good taste and good taste.
He looked at the distress in the woman's eyes and shook his head, "Not tired."
Zhao Lanxiang pinched the money in his hand and felt it was hot.
She said, "It's almost weekend. Can I take it to the county to pull back some cloth?"
He Songbai nodded and added a sentence: "Come back with more good looks."
The man's voice had just fallen, and Zhao Lanxiang was too late to sweet. He heard He Sanya calling her, and she quickly pushed away He Songbai.
"Quick out."
If she was discovered by Sanya's bright voice, her age was between being sensible and ignorant, and she couldn't hide things in her heart.
As soon as He Songbai left, Sanya knocked on Zhao Lanxiang's door with sweat.
"Sister Zhao, open the door."
Zhao Lanxiang opened the door and wiped her sweat with her handkerchief. Sanya dragged her to the water tank and said crisply, "This is what I caught with Chrysanthemum and Plum."
The water tank, which was originally only a few pieces of loach, is now covered with loach at a glance.
Zhao Lanxiang reached down to touch the loach, scooped it out with a scoop, and spotted it.
"Sanya is very powerful, continue to catch, Sister Zhao needs these loach very much. I will give you a dime if you have enough 20 pieces."
She took out three cents from her pocket. "One cent is for you, remember to divide the remaining two cents between chrysanthemums and plums."
Zhao Lanxiang is subconsciously cultivating the consciousness of the young child's labor and earning money. Xiaohuzi was brought up by her one hand. The three views are very positive. Although it is very favored by the whole family, it is not long-term.
Sanya's eyes widened, and the black eyes of the grapes showed shock.
Sanya never thought that catching loach can still change money, and it is still such a huge sum of money. Although she had collected the tank loach for several days before she saved it, how much effort could it take to catch the loach?
Playing pigweed in the mountains is more tiring than catching loach. The catching loach is like playing in the eyes of He Songye. The caught loach can also make a delicious loach powder for sister Zhao. He Sanya clutched the crumpled dime and wished to go out and catch ten or eight.
Zhao Lanxiang grabbed her, "Enough is enough, these are too many, and I will catch them in a few days."
Sanya's excited face suddenly languished.
Zhao Lanxiang rubbed her head and couldn't help laughing.
She plans to deep-fry some loach crisps to bring to Li Zhong tomorrow. Fuqiang and glutinous rice noodles at home are almost used up. It is just right to make some meat like this.
The next day, when Zhao Lanxiang opened his eyes comfortably and stretched his waist, He Songbai had already done the hardest work of the day, lying in bed and sleeping.
Zhao Lanxiang wrapped the freshly made mango roll with oil paper and put it in He Songbai's cabinet, leaving him as a snack. The creamy fat is high, and the mango has enough sugar.
He Songbai got up so early every night, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't get up to make breakfast for him, he often used it to pad his stomach. This time she was specially fried lightly, with a uniform and bright yellow color, and it was not greasy or fried easily.
Zhao Lanxiang pinched the money and tickets in his pocket and took a ten-pound butter mango roll to the county on a Phoenix car. The ten-pound mango roll was not light, and she almost couldn't fit her backpack. If the space is not limited, Zhao Lanxiang would like to carry twenty pounds. Last night, she ran out all the eggs that the family had saved. She used a spatula to beat out a large pot of cream and made a 30-pound mango roll in one go.
She wore a straw hat, covered most of her face, and came to Liang Tiezhu's food stand.
"Hey, are you here?" Tie Zhu looked at Zhao Lanxiang and greeted in a low voice.
Without speaking, she straightly took the mango roll from her backpack and handed it to Tie Zhu. When he met Tie Zhu on the first day, he said that he could put the items in his stall and sell them, and pay the hard work. She said she gave fifty cents, but Tie Zhu didn't want it.
Zhao Lanxiang whispered: "This is called a creamy mango roll. It costs one yuan a catty... two industrial bonds."
The value of industrial bonds is relatively high, so Zhao Lanxiang deliberately lowered the price of mango rolls. In accordance with wage standards, urban residents will issue an industrial voucher for every ten yuan. Most of the goods produced by industry are inevitable to require industrial vouchers. A pot, a piece of clothing, and a bicycle have to be bought with industrial vouchers.
The fabric Zhao Lanxiang has been there for a long time. She wanted to save money to buy a sewing machine and cut out some clothes by hand. The money was enough, but the industrial voucher was not enough.
The "expensive" price of the two industrial bonds made Tie Zhu unable to bear his eyes.
This reminded him of seeing Zhao Lanxiang for the first time. The tone was so high. Tie Zhu couldn't help but sneered a few words. It turned out that his face was swollen soon.
Zhao Lanxiang wrapped a piece with a handkerchief and gave it to Tie Zhu.
After Tie Zhu finished eating, the whole person was not good. He muttered: "I am so fragrant to put me here, are you afraid that I will eat it myself?"
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile: "You can eat, wait for the stall to come to your Boge's house, I will give you a few pounds back to let you eat enough."
Zhao Lanxiang's lightness and generosity made Tie Zhu almost happy to jump.
He immediately ate two, and poured another pot of underwater belly, gurgling.
"Good, delicious, this stuff is really fragrant and sweet, and the two industrial bonds are worthless." He touched his stomach and said comfortably: "This is the first meal I have today. Rest assured, I am full Don't worry about your sweets anymore."
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help laughing, as he packed up and left the black market.
Tie Zhu suddenly snapped his head and grabbed Zhao Lanxiang.
He took out several letters from his arms and handed them to her.
"This is the letter that Brother Bo asked me to pick up at the post office. You can take it back and give it to Brother Bo."
"I'm busy with delivery and I can't get it, I'll deliver it to him tomorrow." Tie Zhu said that the letter of introduction used by Gu Huaijin for "identification" was returned to Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang saw this letter of introduction and realized that it was Gu Huaijin's letter. Gu Huaijin, isn't that the downgraded engineer who lived in the Hejia cowshed? He looked very pitiful, and He Songbai occasionally helped him.
She counted down one letter, "One two three four five six... seven."
Zhao Lanxiang's voice froze above the number "seven".
When she counted to the seventh, her eyes suddenly froze and her pupils suddenly dilated. She took out the envelope alone and rubbed her finger at the empty red stamp at the stamp.
Suddenly Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help covering her mouth, her heart almost leaped out of her throat!
I saw the three words "Gu Shuoming" on the cowhide-yellow envelope. There is also a "stamp stamp" from the G military area.
Gu Huaijin and Gu Shuoming, what is the relationship between these two people?
Zhao Lanxiang unconsciously read Huai Jin and Shuo Ming in his mouth, and something suddenly flashed in his mind.
Huai Jin held his hand, but he didn't know what to show, from "Nine Chapters · Huaisha".
He was stationed in Shuo Ming, from "Nine Thoughts Mourning Chaos".
They are father and son!
Zhao Lanxiang was almost astonished and speechless. It was really a turn around, and Liu Anhuaming was another village!
Actually encountered her here.
This Gu Shuoming is the "nemesis" who fought with Jiang Jianjun all his life.
The two people walked very close and were equally good. Either he died or Jiang Jianjun lived. Jiang Jianjun was hospitalized a few months ago and was not able to comment on merit. The honor was handed down to Gu Shuoming. Gu Shuoming stepped on his shoulders, jumped and promoted twice, smoothly.
He Songbai actually had a relationship with Gu Shuoming's father. Yesterday, she was stunned by the fact that Jiang Jianjun was reborn. Today, she didn’t expect God to arrange this accident.
Zhao Lanxiang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly her eyes were hot. She was so excited to hold Xin Lima Fei back home.
Liang Tiezhu hiccuped again with a hiccup. He looked at Zhao Lanxiang's appearance of holding the letter with red eyes and couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Those who don't know think this is your home book!"
"Is there anything special about this letter?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded hard, and Liang Tiezhu became very, very cute in his eyes at the moment. If it were not for him to hand Gu Huaijin's letter to her, she was afraid that the relationship between Gu Huaijin and Gu Shuoming could not be discovered in the past few years, and then the connection that God sent him to He Songbai was wasted.
She quickly packed her things and stuffed the letter into her backpack.
"If you're hungry, it's okay to eat all the mango rolls, just be happy."
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help smiling, she got on the car, waved her hand at Liang Tiezhu, and her figure quickly disappeared on Black Market Street.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
Gu Gong: I still have a little effect!
The poor kid doesn't know the goods!
I guess your heart fell to the ground
Well, I want to comment long! Because I have 10 coins today