Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Liang Tiezhu was doing ideological work for his elder brother, thinking that he was too hungry to eat and almost wanted to fall into the grass for Kou Dang. His master took him on this path and said the same thing.

Zhen Zhen has a word, and has pride and glory as a lord.

Tie Zhu was thinking at the time: when the **** is at best a violation of discipline, stealing some food from the east and squandering some benefits, people hate dogs. But... but at least it's not a matter of touching the high-voltage line. Speculation has caused a lot of trouble, and it's all about losing your head. At that time, the master was doing his ideological work “easily”. Tie Zhu was brainwashed back and forth many times before barely accepting this “consolation”. Livelihood.

As this work has gradually been done for a long and stable time, the more people Liang Tiezhu has seen, the more he feels that what the master said is right.

When he saw that he had caught some majestic policemen, and after a while he came to his grain-breaking booth and secretly bought a small bag of rice to go back, the complex taste in Liang Tiezhu's heart could not be described in words. At that moment, the line between right and wrong, good and evil suddenly became blurred.

The iron pillar that had been humbled like a mouse for a long time began to face up to his work that was not on the countertop. He began to think that the master's words were very reasonable. It was not a mistake to buy and sell food by himself. The price does not disturb the market, and every penny earned earns his blood and sweat. He did not drag the hind legs of society and brought convenience to many people. He felt that his conscience could pass slightly.

I didn’t hear the elder brother’s positive response. Tie Zhu paused and continued: “We’re doing the black market. To put it bluntly, the Zhang family surpluses are transferred to the Li family. It’s not as rigid as a store, and it doesn’t have to be such a long queue. We even delivered it to our door, and we can’t find anyone with such a conscience in the lantern..."

Tie Zhu chattered all the way, and his words added together more than that bag of rice.

He Songbai was completely impatient and listened to the whole process. From time to time he gave a faint hum, and Meiyu raised his eyes slightly.

Liang Tiezhu carried He Songbai all the way and delivered the bags of the car to the guests' bags.

Some people are reluctant to show up and trade, only telling Tie Zhu to hide things somewhere. Some people met and ran with their food on their legs, but some people received the food and hurriedly stopped and told them to "pay attention to safety." Facing all kinds of customers, they are treated differently.

But the joy of receiving food is the same.

He Songbai followed Tie Zhu into the city to deliver food, and then followed him to the countryside to collect food.

He borrowed a brother's bicycle in the city and followed the iron pillars along the country road. Speculatively, this work is not profitable to outsiders' imagination. The two of them rushed on the road from morning to night, and their legs hardly got any rest. It took dozens of miles to barely receive a bag of wheat and a bag of millet. After receiving the wheat, Tie Zhu will take it to the city to grind it into flour, and the millet will have to be hulled. All the trivial matters have to be taken care of, but after a few days it is delivered to the guests with processed high-quality food.

When the sun was setting, He Songbai followed Liang Tiezhu and set the bicycle aside, leaning against the tree roots and nibbling dry food.

Liang Tiezhu scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "There should be a lot of food during this time. I went home and worked on the farm for a few days. After a few days of work, I harvested a little bit harder. The family's cellars were piled up a lot. Usually not so few."

He "emphasized" that he was afraid that today's "dismal" business would hurt He Songbai's enthusiasm for a black market.

He Songbai nibbled at the dry food and drank a bite from the gurgling water flowing down from the mountain. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "These I know."

"You don't need to explain."

Liang Tiezhu sighed, and he said cheerfully: "I knew I wasn't the kind of spoiled person!"

As soon as he was happy, the word "I" was easily pronounced. The people in the city did not like the vulgar self-proclaimed by the countrymen. After receiving a lot of cold eyes, Liang Tiezhu began to gradually learn the set of people talking in the city.

He Songbai wiped Khan and said, "Tomorrow I will take you to meet some people. We don't have to distribute grain everywhere, just to collect grain."

Liang Tiezhu was a little surprised when he heard it, but he quickly accepted it. He knew that Brother Bo was very powerful and knew many "brothers". Men are born to adore people with hard fists. He is just a little rogue that Bo Ge woke up on a whim. Before that, Shili Baxiang had long had his "rumors". Legend has it that the fights were so fierce that they didn't admit it at all.

He Songbai said: "Tomorrow I will go to the black market to see if there are used bicycles for sale."

Where there is speculation, there is no reason to rely on two legs for business, and no bike can't do it at all. Now that we have decided to take this path, the most basic tools must be equipped.

Liang Tiezhu heard the words and hesitated. "Would you like me to lend you some money first, and then put together the money for the bicycle?"

After all, buying a bicycle this year is not an easy task. A bicycle can even change a wife in the country. Liang Tiezhu's family finally saved some money, but it was still difficult to buy another bicycle.

Liang Tiezhu knew the importance of cycling. When he first started this business, he saved a little bit of money, and it took him a whole year to make up. A year later, he bought his baby "mountain" Big Golden Deer, and he made money twice as fast. To measure whether a lord can make money, he has to see if he has a bicycle.

Without cycling, you can only earn a little bit of hard-earned money every day, tired and risky.

He Songbai simply refused, "I have, no need."

"Your money is saved to beg your mother-in-law."

Liang Tiezhu nodded, and the two said goodbye at the intersection of village heads after eating "lunch."

Liang Tiezhu smashed smashed his mouth with nostalgia and said: "If the sister-in-law steamed the intestine tomorrow, Brother Bo will bring me a few chants!"

If there is such a delicious intestinal powder to eat every day, he must be eager to eat breakfast every day! So delicious, how could he miss it.

He Songbai nodded invisible, and had already walked a long distance on a bicycle.

...

He Songbai returned home when the sun went down in the evening.

Zhao Lanxiang didn't ask much when she saw it. She brought out the dinner. Some time ago, she crushed the sweet potatoes into a paste and made a translucent sweet potato powder.

Today she drew a large bundle of sweet potato powder and soaked it. It was delicious as a dinner. The soup base was boiled with the loach caught by Sanya from the quagmire, making the soup milky white and fresh and full-bodied. The soup base is good, and it tastes beautiful when eaten.

Although the sweet potato tastes disgusting, the sweet potato powder after further processing tastes completely different. Silver is transparent, soft but flexible, and full of elasticity. Before it was dark, Sanya proudly ate up a whole bowl of powder. Because the best loach in soup powder was caught by her alone. The loach is fried and put into the soup and simmered with mushrooms, so that the loach is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the meat is delicious.

The untreated loach is fishy and smelly, and the children in the village caught it and ate it. The roasted loach covered the fishy smell with a crispy fragrance, barely able to go down. But Sanya didn't expect that there is such a delicious way to eat loach. As she chewed the loach, her eyes brightened like a grape.

Sister He is holding a big bowl of sea food, and she can’t eat enough, Zhao Zhiqing’s craftsmanship is really good!

He Songbai also had a pleasant meal. After eating the sweet potato powder, he still drank the soup without leaving a drop, and his stomach swelled up, knowing that he had just eaten a bun.

After dinner, He Songbai went to her grandma's room.

He moved a small bench to sit by the bed and said to Granny: "I want to buy a bicycle and do some business."

Grandma was so scared that she got up from the bed.

He Songbai paused and said, "Grandpa used to be very powerful in business, didn't he? I want to be like him."

Granny wanted to slap a good-grandson, but she couldn't pull it out with both hands on her body. The anger on her face was unstoppable.

He Songbai sighed and leaned her on the wall.

He said softly: "Starve to the timid and hold the bold."

"I hope you have a better life. In the past, you were a rich wife and an old lady. Now you are down and you have to rely on other people's charity. I don't want to make you so bleak. Grandpa thinks so... He paused and continued, "I will be careful."

"I need money to buy a bicycle."

He said that he moved the table in the room, poked hard with a knife, and dug out a brick. Between the bricks and bricks were three gold leaves and a small gold bean.

He Songbai silently restored the bricks, re-tightened and sealed them with clay, and moved the table back.

Granny's tears suddenly fell down, and the turbid tears covered an old face along the wrinkled gully.

He Songbai wiped her tears and said in a deep voice: "You have to believe your grandson you raised."

Granny said: "Granny has a good life, don't live a good life."

"Brother Bo, don't go, your grandma will be dead if you die."

He Songbai heard the words, lowered his head down, and raised the green tendons on his fists.

He looked down at the tears of the old grandmother and said, "No one will have a good life."

"Too much hardship will only make people lose hope."

The author has something to say: Don’t beat me short, I feel just right here.

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