Chapter 95:

Zhao Lanxiang made several kilograms of sugar all over, and ate them slowly at the rate of one string a day, and could eat them for half a month.
She picked up the dried and crunchy sugar balls, wrapped them tightly in moisture-proof greaseproof paper, and put them in the tank for the grain at home.
"I will let my mother keep them in the future. If Xiaohuzi does his homework on time every day and earnestly studies, he will reward you a bunch."
Little Huzi hasn't eaten enough yet, and silently wants to take Bara one out of the tank to eat. But the big water tank was too high and too deep. His five short bodies could not reach the sugar ball at the bottom of the tank. He stared at it silently for a long time.
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile: "Today you are allowed to eat three more. You eat too much tooth decay. Will you brush your teeth later?"
Little Tiger nodded vigorously.
Zhao Lanxiang took out three hawthorn flavors for him to eat, the red hawthorn was wrapped in transparent sugar thin, crisp and clear, from the outside to the inside first sweet then sour, the teeth bite a thin layer of crisp sugar with a spider The screen splits like a silk screen, and Xiao Huzi most enjoys the thrill of crunching sugar.
After he finished eating, Zhao Lanxiang took the children to wash their hands and brush their teeth.
She squeezed him toothpaste, and the mirror of the sink reflected the child's childish face filled with a sense of happiness, stupid and cute. She rarely encountered a young child who had not yet grown up. When he grew up, he had a serious face, and he was as straight as a rough man. How could he be so cute now.
She rubbed his head, "Go do your homework."
In the afternoon, Feng Lian returned first.
She took off her hat and said with a sigh: "Nu Niu, you will be back in the city tomorrow. Have you packed up?"
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the clock before four o'clock, and some surprised mother returned so early.
She nodded: "It's packed."
Feng Lian thought for a while and said, "That fellow from Hezitun who came home that day, will I go back tomorrow?"
"If you don't want your dad to buy more tickets, you two will have a companion when you go back together."
Zhao Lanxiang almost didn't hold the pot handle in her hand. If her mother knew that she would be talking to this so-called fellow, she would probably regret what she said today.
Feng Lian said: "Tonight add food, your dad is estimated to go to the black market to buy meat."
Xiao Huzi, who was writing his homework, pulled his head from the sea of ​​books and cheered happily: "Add food and add food!"
Zhao Lanxiang heard the words, quickly cleaned the pot head, and wiped his hands with a towel.
"Where does my dad know how to buy? Let me go to the black market to meet him."
He Songbai said she wanted to buy vegetables, and her father also bought vegetables. Zhao Lanxiang worried that the food tonight would be heavier and heavier. After all, the family has a small population, and Zhao Yongqing's couple don't like to waste food. They can eat a plate of meat for a long time.
She quickly went to the black market, she did not find Zhao Yongqing for a long time, but she saw the figure of He Songbai shuttled in the black market alley.
He bitterly frowned deeply and made trouble, sometimes looking at the fish and shrimp in a daze, and sometimes watching the pork stand still.
Zhao Lanxiang walked up, and He Songbai, who was making a difficult choice in his heart, lit up and asked the target: "What do your parents like to eat?"
"They don't pick their mouths, they love everything."
Zhao Lanxiang followed He Songbai all the way through the Black Market Lane. She bought a piece of rib meat, a layer of fatty meat and a layer of lean meat. The taste was very rich. I saw Baihuahua's tofu along the way and bought a few pieces. Finally, she pinched the heart of the pinch and picked a cabbage into the basket.
The first time He Songbai met the parents of the target, he always felt that there were shortcomings when he bought them.
He told Zhao Lanxiang: "Go back first, and I will come later."
Zhao Lanxiang was still thinking about finding a relative, and then nodded, carrying these dishes and disappeared in the black market.
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 and carried a broken sack like a migrant worker on the construction site.
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Zhao Lanxiang went home and put the dishes, then went out to find Zhao Yongqing, and asked him all the way to the unit and saw no one.
Instead, his colleague said, "Is your coal used so fast?"
"Your dad exchanged a lot of coal tickets with me today."
Zhao Lanxiang said vaguely: "My mother is afraid of the cold, and she loves to roast at home during the Spring Festival..."
She couldn't help but feel a bit shameful. During this time, she had a lot of stuff, either steamed rice cakes or stewed stewed meat and boiled soup, and made a lot of delicious food. The coal at home quickly burned out. In addition, Feng Lian is also a roasting fire, and the family will end up in the middle of the coal month.
She suspected that her father might have bought coal, and she quickly walked to the supply and marketing cooperative, but she was completely empty. When Zhao Lanxiang walked home quickly, her pupils shrank and saw this scene:
He Songbai, who was wearing gray and broken clothes, carried a shoulder pole on his shoulders, and covered black coal mountains on both ends. Her father tied the sack to the front of the car and slowly pushed the car forward.
Zhao Lanxiang's heart could not help bouncing.
He Songbai was really capable, and her life was so lucky that she could find a dear father who could not be found, and even came across him. Seeing their appearance, they met for the first time and got along well.
She didn't go up, but silently took a short cut back home, leaving them to walk all the way with some words.
Zhao Yongqing said while walking: "You are tired, young man, or put coal on the car and push away."
He Songbai shook his head and said with ease, "This coal is light and fluttering, and then you can pick both of them! I often do this kind of rough work, people in your city are not used to it."
Zhao Yongqing is really embarrassed and makes people work in vain. He can't help but ask: "Are you still going to be far away? When you get there, put down the coal and let me push it with my car."
There are still many enthusiastic people this year, and Zhao Yongqing couldn't help but feel warm.
He smiled and talked while walking, "You guys still love reading?"
At the moment, he didn't recognize the book that his car basket was lying on at the moment, which he gave to his daughter many years ago.
He Songbai Rao is thick-skinned, and his face is hot.
He said succinctly: "I'll take a look when I'm free."
Zhao Yongqing couldn’t help but look at this young man. His dressing could reflect his economic conditions. He wore a worn coat in cold days, but he was enthusiastic and motivated. Zhao Yongqing couldn’t help but encourage:
Read more. Reading makes people better."
"What did the chairman say, study hard and improve every day."
He Songbai reversed his shoulders on the shoulders and took a side to pick. As they got closer and closer, they almost turned into the street leading to the Zhao family. Zhao Yongqing couldn't help but say, "Hey--"
"Boy, you really don't have to be so troublesome."
He Songbai paused, wiped his sweat and said: "No, I have to go here too. The family I want to go to also lives here."
Zhao Yongqing quickly said: "Is it so fateful?"
"I know all the people in this film. They are all old neighbors who have lived for decades."
He Songbai's dark eyebrows crossed a faint smile, and he said, "Even if it's not here, it's nothing to pick it up for you."
"But... it's a fate to be able to take this path together."
His casual tone revealed a hint of meaning that only he understood.
Zhao Yongqing couldn't help but glance at the coal carried on the young man's shoulder, a heavy, stretcher on the young man's shoulder.
His upright body is strong from the rural people, his steps are steady and solid, and the weight of the shoulders is pressing on his shoulders, and he cannot crush him at all. Zhao Yongqing will not be able to do it anymore, and he will lose his strength and strength when he is young.
Although the weather was very cold, He Songbai picked the coal all the way and soon sweated. The sweat shed from his forehead and wet his flowing hair. He stopped and took out his sweat towel and wiped his face.
Zhao Yongqing clapped his hands and said, "Let's have a hot tea at my house. My rice cake and buns are delicious. You have to try it."
He Songbai responded with a smile, "Okay, drink hot tea."
After walking a few tens of meters, Zhao Yongqing twisted the car bell. A clear bell rang, and he pointed to the building in front of him: "I'm here."
Feng Lian heard the sound of the man ringing the car bell upstairs, and quickly went downstairs.
She opened the door and said in surprise: "Xiaobai-are you here?"
After hearing his wife's words, Zhao Yongqing realized that the fate was really dramatic. He looked at the big book in the car basket. No wonder he became more familiar with it.
This... isn’t the Marx series he bought for Niu Niu when he first went to middle school?
He was a little speechless, silently untied the sack attached to the front of the car, and then asked calmly: "Are you a student of my lover?"
Feng Lian gave Zhao Yongqing a glance, watching him push the car to park without both hands free, and quickly took over the sack.
"How could this be Niu Niu's fellow villager in Hezitun? You came just right, Xiaobai, should I go back to the country tomorrow?"
He Songbai nodded.
Feng Lian was carrying a sack, and the chicken inside shouted suddenly.
He Songbai explained: "This is the old hen I went to the countryside to catch. Thank you Aunt for the sausage. It's delicious."
Feng Lian sent more than three pounds of dachshund to He Songbai. He Songbai returned more than three pounds of chicken. The value was about the same. This return was not thick. Feng Lian took it and thought it was someone else who refused to take advantage of it and deliberately returned it.
She shouted: "Your child is more pragmatic, saying that the sausage is sent, and you deliberately run for a chicken."
It is also said that people of this year are very particular about human relations. Valuable things will not be accepted in plain fashion. The Zhang family sent a pound of meat to the Li family. Another day, the Li family also had to pay this kind of friendship.
The food is precious, and no one's silver money bills come from the wind.
Feng Lian carried the chicken, and said that the young man was very polite. But after looking at the worn jacket he was wearing, he felt that the chicken in his hand was too expensive. For him, he was afraid that it would be costly.
Feng Lian said: "Don't stand silly, go into the house!"
Zhao Lanxiang was on the window sill at home, looking at this scene with both hands on his cheeks, and couldn't help laughing.
She quickly went to clean up the fresh clams. Today it is too late to hang the old broth and use the clams to make soup fresh. Before He Songbai returned, she had minced the pork and prepared it as a lion's head. She cut it carefully and patiently. The cut meat was separated, leaving the essence in the meat. Chopping meat is convenient, but it affects the taste.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
Lifetime Jun: Brother Bo, you have enough three badges, ready to summon the dragon
Bo Ge: Badge?
Lifetime Jun: The goodwill badge from the father-in-law, the care badge of the mother-in-law, and the friendly badge of the uncle
This Bossau operation, ah...
By the way, harvest a badge of convincing from life.