Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Chapter 45:

He Songbai took the letter and folded it into his pocket.

He rode a bicycle, and the thin figure soon disappeared into the dark night. He passed Tiezhu's house when he finished the pig return journey, and he gave Gu Gong's letter and thirty kilograms of pork to Tiezhu.

Tie Zhu carried the pork and said with a smile: "This pork does not have to be handed over to the dogs. They sell it, which is very popular. I can help Bo Ge sell it. I took the pork to the black market and sat in front of my food stall All standing full of people!"

Tie Zhu is not easy to see that He Songbai is making hard money, so he would help sell such a sought-after pork, and they would have to make a little profit by selling it to the dog leftovers.

The retail price of a pound of pork is seven cents, and meat tickets are scarce, with a share of three or four per person per month. The price of pork on the black market can be tripled, and when the business is good, especially when it costs two yuan a pound for the festival, some people want it. One off one and a half pounds in the off-season is also quickly released. It is also very rare when the backlog of pork is stinky in your hands.

However, He Songbai was only concerned with wiping sweat, and he refused without hesitation.

"No, earn a piece of money."

He paused and continued: "There will be times when they will be needed in the future."

There are a total of six people on the left side of the dog and the eggs. Two of the lame hands are left at home to beat up and down, and the other four are running around to make money. Although the life was very bitter, but somehow had a full meal.

There is no huge profit in the imagination. Liang Tiezhu is flexible in his mind and does not accept death. In addition, he has an honest face, is enthusiastic and diligent, can save a fixed number of customers, and can save money. He did not even earn half of the other black market resellers. Li Zhong is leaning against the big tree to enjoy the cool, and has a lot of news and connections, and can make a lot of money sitting comfortably at home.

With the dogs left, they belong to the kind of hard-working and unprofitable bottom-failure. The unsuccessful uncle has long since honestly returned home to plant the land and will not stay in the black market.

He handed the two pounds of fat from labor today to Tie Zhu and replaced the lean meat, as if the subject did not like fatty meat.

"Not delaying you, let's go."

Tie Zhu nodded and set off on the big golden deer. The dim light that belonged to him on the mountain road drifted away and disappeared into the thick night.

He Songbai stared at the man and rode his phoenix after he left. He flew back to Hezitun, letting the phoenix go back to sleep.

Today is particularly tired, because a master in the slaughterhouse has gotten his hands, he has two more pigs than usual. When the eyes closed, the sleepiness struck him, and he fell asleep to the three poles of the sun in one breath, and the sunlight from the window opening made him unable to open his eyes.

He Songbai took out the watch in his arms and glanced at it. His heart sank, and he wiped his face with regret.

He burned his **** to get up and wash, and then turned to the brigade's farm tool room to pick a hoe. After he climbed the mountain, everyone had done half of the work, and when he saw him, he couldn't help but satire.

"It's very diligent. See if you can burn your **** this day, right?"

"Don't talk about it. It's good for the young master of the National People's Congress to work with us regardless of his previous suspicion." The person who spoke was beaten by He Songbai last month. There was a whisper of wind.

"He came late and loved to sleep lazily on the construction site. This month, he can still get ten centimeters, and I am not convinced."

Wang Xiuzi smiled happily on his face, nagging: "Sister Zhao is gone, Sister Pan is here."

"Hey, hey..."

Wang Xiuzi just finished singing and was beaten on the ground again.

This time it was Pan Yuhua who was hitting people. His big casserole fist hit the face of the person. "Dare you say it again?"

He Songbai raised his eyelids and turned a blind eye to all this around him.

He carried out his own work carrying a hoe. He had no strength to fight. He wanted to keep his strength to make money.

After working at noon, everyone squatted under the shade of the trees to eat in the cold. He Songbai did not bring rice to the construction site, so he had to go down the mountain and go home.

He passed by the bullpen. Gu Huaijin held a thick and broken thing and wiped his tears silently.

He Songbai pretended not to see it, and walked around silently.

Gu Huaijin looked like his back, and he roared with a deep voice: "He Er, you come."

He Songbai walked over.

Gu Huaijin asked: "You went in a hurry last night, I forgot to tell you."

"Did you see my letter at the post office?"

He Songbai emphasized: "I started at two points."

He looked at Gu Gong in surprise, was the spirit of senior intellectuals so fragile? It's just that I did a little bit more work and was beaten a few times. The hands and legs were all back and forth. Even my mind was not normal.

He said, "You are confused."

Gu Gong was choked and said, "I'm in a hurry, people are so confused."

"But... you can't be smart, promise me to help you to see it next time?"

His old face turned red, and he sighed: "I have been here for inspection since March, almost half a year, so busy that I haven't even sent a letter to my family for this project. Now... It is not qualified to move around."

"If you are free, just help me to see it. I am grateful for your whole life."

He Songbai should step down, he did not accept Gu Gong's "selling misfortune." In his view, there were more people who were miserable than Gu Gong, but he still had time to help Gu Gong. This old guy is a thief and a thief. He won him once and every time he wants to catch him.

This time I lived in the cowshed, and I even wished to have a long neck to look at their house when eating.

He Songbai said: "I don't need your gratitude, you should be strict with your mouth, thank God."

His face sank, and the sword's eyebrows fell sharply and said: "I have no skill, but it's more than enough for you."

Gu Gong lay silently in the dry valley grass, turning over his thick book.

The tears in his cracked and dirty paper revealed his tearful eyes.

After He Songbai left, he learned the tone of this place and murmured in his throat:

"My gratitude is still useful!"

"Poor boy, don't know the goods!"

After a long time, he returned to reality, "I am useless..."

After Gu Huaijin "appreciated" his engineering plan, he satisfactorily hid it under the dry valley grass. He felt that the gang of little boys, who knew nothing about the sky and the earth, could not get things right. But... he was unable to find evidence to prove that something could happen.

After Gu Huaijin finishes his farm work every day, his daily job is to turn over the booklet he has recorded daily since March. It is both struggling and suffocating.

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In the evening, He Songbai counted the money accumulated in these days one by one. He left a part for himself in case of unexpected needs, and left the rest to Granny.

Grandma was stunned to see the money. She was a man who had seen the big world. She had rich days to spend money like running water, and had a hard time starving poorly. She used to do more than just this kind of money.

But now the money for his grandson's own hands was stunned.

She muttered: "These money ladies help you save and leave you as the daughter-in-law."

She carefully packed all the money with a clean spittoon.

He Songbai listened and frowned, "You didn't promise me, don't worry about me?"

Grandma didn't speak, and her turbid eyes revealed a thorough look, staring straight at her grandson.

Those eyes were mixed, distressed, and helpless.

She was like a wise old man, and every tiny change fell into her eyes.

After a while, she snorted, "Know it!"

"Grandma's Bo Ge is good everywhere. If you stay older, don't be afraid. There must be good things behind!"

The author has something to say: Granny: Do you think I don’t know?

Stupid grandson.

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