Bai Fumei in the ’70s

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 did not 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, and her white wrists were thinner.

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. 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. She gave him the most precious watch on her.

Where is this worth hundreds of dollars?

He Songbai exposed his white teeth and smiled plainly, "No loss."

Zhao Lanxiang had a desire to be close to him, but she gave him a hug and quickly let go.

She pursed her lips and smiled. She took out two hundred pieces from the drawer and gave it 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 touched it a little and left it alone, leaving her share for Dali.

"Give force."

Zhao Lanxiang pressed her bowl, "You eat it, Brother Dali is not in good health and is not suitable for eating."

Sanya bit the hard crab shell, eating with relish, and drooling while eating, as if she had never eaten something 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 was extremely saving. Except for the old lady 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.

Treating Li Dali's disease is very costly. During the farming slack, Sister He also worked very hard to take on some odd jobs.When I'm free, I go up the mountain to make firewood. In autumn, I can pick up a lot of dry branches. I can bundle them into a bundle and get two cents.

Farmers' self-production and self-sales are not speculative, their own firewood is cheap and affordable, which is more cost-effective than burning coal in cities.It's just that Sister He is carrying four bundles of firewood alone, and the heavy poles are bent. 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 intestines out of the firewood room, mixed with fragrant rice, and gave them a full meal.

Sanya hopes that the stars are looking forward to the moon and hopes that her sister Zhao will come back. She narrows her eyes and plans to eat like a hungry dog.

Zhao Lanxiang said to the elder sister, "I have something to ask the elder sister for help. Come to my house when the elder sister has free time."

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 went silently to shut 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 many cloths, you can make a dozen pieces of clothes. Ordinary people have the most decent from the beginning to the end of the year, which means they can change into 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, the family of only a shame of clothes, whoever goes out can wear it.

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 her cloths scattered on the bed and the table like crazy and stuffed her head into the cabinet. The whole person was stuck in front of the cabinet. She was shocked and took a deep breath.

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. She was such a smart and alert person, but 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, unable to think.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "It scared the elder sister."

"I am 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, after all, she is a person who has gone through decades of changes. She supports the convenience of free trade, and 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 on Sister He!

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't bear to puncture this fact, but Zhao Lanxiang couldn't see it anymore. The eldest sister carried her firewood every day to change that pitiful money. Even if she had saved enough, 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 one day. When the time comes, He Songbai will take the money out to treat Li Dali. How to explain?

Although it was frustrating, Sister He was always in the dark and 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 and pick" Sister He.

Zhao Lanxiang paused and continued: "I have a sewing machine, and I got a little bit of sewing."

"Sewing these fabrics into clothes, others will pay me by piece."

"As a result, this brain stuffed me with so much cloth. I stayed up all day and night and couldn't finish it until the end of the year. Can you help me, elder sister?"

After she finished speaking, she kept a smile on her face.

He Songye heard the words, her thoughts suddenly pulled out of her heart, she wiped tears and relieved.

It may be that he is still unwilling to believe that Zhao Lanxiang is so courageous, and dare 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.

He Songye couldn't blame Zhao Lanxiang. She did all the food 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. She taught her how to use the sewing machine hand-in-hand and took out a rag to give her the thread.

He Songye was courageous and careful. She didn't make clothes before because there were no female elders to teach her. Grandma didn't learn female actresses since she was a child. If you ask her, she might also ask her to be a female actress. 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 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 squeezed a sleeve of Sister He's seam smilingly and praised authentically: "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 worried Zhao Zhiqing that these things would remain in her house and could not be protected from being discovered.

Zhao Lanxiang went to cook dinner and let her take a break for a break. He Songye didn't smell it, and she always maintained a stance of rickety waist.She cut out the fabric with 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 cautious worries, but she still had nothing to do with her fright in her hands. She sullenly and dumbly worked hard, making Zhao Lanxiang a little tolerant and her 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 after another to go astray

Earn money incense: I am guilty, I confess

Hold on to my precarious flag, I will continue to write~

After watching this, the little cuties will sleep better, good night!

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