Chapter 78:

Her low voice was indifferently gentle.
"You are really stupid, gave me two hundred watches to buy, this will buy the watch back as it is, plus these thirty."
"If you go into business, you are really going to die."
He Songbai didn't say anything, and his eyes fell on the watch between the subject's wrists. Although it was a male watch, it was plain and simple, making her pink wrists slimmer.
When he handed over the money from the pig farm, his pocket was really clean again.
But he kept thinking about buying a watch for her, and he would never forget that she woke him up with interest that night and took him to the bullpen to see the bicycle. The stars in the sky are not as good as her eyes, and she gave him the most precious watch on her.
Where is this worth hundreds of dollars?
He Songbai exposed his white teeth and smiled happily, "No loss."
Zhao Lanxiang had a desire to get close to him, but after she hugged him hard, she quickly released her hand.
She pursed her lips and smiled. She took out two hundred pieces from the drawer and gave them back to the man. She stuffed the bill straight into his trouser pocket and twisted his thigh.
"Then... this watch is regarded as the one you gave it to me, I didn't buy it myself, okay?"
The man coughed hard. Under her fierce eyes, her throat rolled and said hardly: "Okay."
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Zhao Lanxiang distributed the wine trough crabs to Sanya and Sister He. Sister He had never eaten such delicious food. She dipped it and touched it, leaving her share for Dali.
"Give force."
Zhao Lanxiang pressed her bowl, "You eat it. Brother Dali has a bad health and is not suitable for eating."
Sanya bit the hard crab shell, eating with relish, drooling while eating, as if she hadn't eaten anything delicious in her life.
Sister He glanced at the younger sister and pulled her to make her converge.
In fact, since Zhao Lanxiang left the He family, the food of the He family has been extremely saving. Except for her grandma who had to eat some minced meat and eggs to make up her body, the sisters could not get a meaty taste for a few days.
Dali's treatment of Li Dali was very expensive, and during the farm slack, Sister He also worked very hard to take on some odd jobs. When you are free, you can go up the hill to make firewood. In autumn, you can pick up a lot of dead branches. You can get two cents in a bundle, and you can earn eight cents and one cent every day when you go to the market to sell.
Farmers' self-production and self-sales are not speculative, their own firewood is cheap and affordable, and it is 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 poles are bent. Sometimes Sanya sometimes goes to school early and will accompany her to sell firewood.
Zhao Lanxiang seemed to see Sister He's embarrassment, but she didn't know anything, and she was unconscious.
She brought a plate of fried fat intestines out of the firewood room, mixed with fragrant rice, and gave them a full meal.
Sanya hoped for the stars and hoped for her sister Zhao to come back. She narrowed her eyes and worked hard to eat rice, like a hungry pup.
Zhao Lanxiang said to the elder sister, "I have to ask the elder sister for help. Come to my house when the elder sister is free."
Sister He stopped her chopsticks and glanced at Zhao Zhiqing, then nodded.
In the afternoon, Sister He dragged the last two piles of heavy wood piles in the yard.
She washed her hands and went to Zhao Zhiqing's room.
As soon as I entered the room, there was a sound of "dada" metal plate impact.
This is Zhao Lanxiang stepping on the foot pedal of the sewing machine.
There is a lot of cloth in her house.
Sister He couldn't help but surprised, "Ah", she was shocked and stunned directly in place, I do not know whether to go in or exit.
An ordinary person, how can there be so many fabrics in the room?
Zhao Lanxiang turned around and looked at Sister He, who was so scared that she turned white, but she couldn't help but cough.
She silently closed the door of her room.
At the moment, there are many fabrics scattered in Zhao Lanxiang's room, gray, black, blue and white.
With so much cloth, you can make more than a dozen pieces of clothing. Ordinary people have the most decent from the beginning to the end of the year, which means they can change to a new clothes for the New Year.
Many people in rural areas are too poor to put on clothes, and it takes three years to sew and repair for another three years. This is the reality. The poor peasants living in the ravine ditch, a family of only a shy clothes, who can go out to wear.
He Songye seemed to be frightened. She took a step back, and just after she had finished the manual work from the mountain, her ruddy complexion faded.
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 she was scattered on the bed and on the table like crazy and stuffed her head into the cabinet. The whole person was stuck in front of the cabinet.
Her bright, bright eyes were filled with tears.
She seemed to understand how the delicious and full-bodied dishes made from Zhao Zhiqing's hands and the rice that she wanted to spray came from. Her heavenly cover seemed to be split by others, and she was half starved. words. The whole person collapsed in front of the closet and blocked it, like a person who was stubbornly resisting until he was exhausted.
Zhao Lanxiang coughed lightly, "Sister..."
Before Zhao Lanxiang did not think that Sister He knew that she and her dear brother were doing the shady business of the black market together, she would definitely collapse.
Although prepared in advance, Zhao Lanxiang felt that she was taken aback by Sister He.
After a while, she said, "Can you help me keep this secret?"
Sister He didn't speak.
Zhao Lanxiang said another way: "This matter is only known to us two, okay?"
Zhao Lanxiang thought that Grandma Li was very interesting. Since he was such a savvy and alert person, he raised his granddaughter and grandson into people who only care about their heads and do not ask about business. He Songbai still inherited her sharpness, but Sister He was completely honest and almost white. She would never think that her closest brother was in the black market, and even the
progressive knowledge youth
with her family was 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 rising dizzy and unable to think.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "I was scared of my elder sister."
"really sorry."
She pursed her lips and coughed softly. "This, these fabrics are not mine."
At this moment, Zhao Lanxiang decided to say "a lie in good faith", if Sister He could be better.
Although she is also a person of this era, she is a person who has undergone decades of vicissitudes. After all, she supports the convenience of free trade. She can also understand that people in this era are living cautiously and obeying the law and law will never cut the tail of socialism. thought of.
What a crush, Sister He!
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't bear to puncture this fact, but Zhao Lanxiang couldn't see it anymore. The elder sister exhausted her firewood every day to change the poor money, and even if she saved up, she couldn't save enough medicine for Li Dali to take.
Li Dali's medical expenses still have to be spent in the back, and the few cents for a long time are not enough to plug his teeth, which is a bit self-deceiving. Li Dali must have adopted the disease slowly. Sooner or later, the money will run out. He Songbai will then use the money to give Li Dali the cure, how to explain?
Although it was helpless, Sister He was always in the dark, it was not a way to let her face the facts as soon as possible. It was only reasonable for everyone to work together to make money.
He felt distressed by his own man, and Zhao Lanxiang decided to "sing it every time".
Zhao Lanxiang paused and continued: "I have a sewing machine, and I have a little bit of sewing."
"Sewing these fabrics into clothes, others will pay me by piece."
"As a result, this brain filled me with so much cloth. I stayed up all day and night, and I couldn't finish it until the end of the year. Sister, can you help me?"
After she finished speaking, she kept a smile on her face.
He Songye heard the words and suddenly pulled her thoughts out of her sorrow. She wiped her tears and relieved her breath.
It may be that he did not want to believe that Zhao Lanxiang was so courageous, and dared to tinker with this black business. Sister He is more inclined to bring this kind girl into the pit for others, and now she can't jump out even if she wants to.
He Songye couldn’t blame Zhao Lanxiang. They all ate the money she earned and the rice and meat dishes she bought. What qualifications does she have to blame Zhao Lanxiang? She apologized for the girl.
He Songye wiped away her tears, "Why, what, do?"
"I, too, a little, needlework."
"However, not 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 and introduced the past, taught her to learn to use the sewing machine by hand, and took out a rag to give her the thread.
He Songye was bold and attentive, because she didn’t make clothes before because there were no female elders to teach her. Grandma didn’t learn female red when she was young. She is the most impatient. Over the years, He Songye has also learned to sew up clothes with the girls in the village.
Zhao Lanxiang spent an afternoon teaching her how to sew the thread and how to cut the clothes. She picked up common sense and taught her.
She was born in the school of painting, and later divorced. She picked up her abandoned studies and turned to design. She opened a small custom clothing store and managed to make ends meet. Chef cooking can only be regarded as an ordinary pastime, and making clothes is the only decent career in her previous life.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and pinched a sleeve of Sister He's seam, praised and said: "Sister, your craft is really good."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to make clothes in a month!"
He Songye didn't care about the praises he received, he only asked: "How long can these be done?"
She pointed to the fabric of Zhao Lanxiang's house. She was worried for Zhao Zhiqing that these things would remain in her house and could not be guaranteed to be discovered.
Zhao Lanxiang went to cook dinner and let her take a break for a break. He Songye didn't smell it, and she had always maintained a stance of rickety waist. She cut out the fabric with a pair of scissors and clicked it, folded it carefully, and put it under the needle of the sewing machine to push the stitches.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at her cautiously worried look, and still had a terrible job in her hand, but she did not fall at all. She sullenly and dumbly worked hard, making Zhao Lanxiang a bit tolerant, and the atrium sour.
Although He is poor now, she feels that everything will be fine.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
Earn money incense: I am tirelessly guiding one person to another
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Hold on to my precarious flag, I will continue to write~
After watching this, the little cuties will sleep better, good night!