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 for the koudang gang. His master took him on this path, and he said this too.

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

Tie Zhu was thinking at the time: when the bastard 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.At that time, the master was doing his ideological work with such ease. Tie Zhu was brainwashed back and forth many times before barely accepting this "consolation", but he still couldn't bear to see this shamelessly. 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 the master is right.

When he saw that he had caught a few poignant policemen, and after a while he came to his grain-breaking booth and secretly bought a small bag of rice and went 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 so humble as a mouse all the time, he 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 he earns flows through 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 transfers the extras to the Li family. If you have money, you can buy things with money, and if you don’t have money, buy with tickets. It’s not as rigid as a store, and it doesn’t have to be in such a long queue. We even delivered it to our door, and we couldn’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 had no impatience at all, and he 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.

Some people are reluctant to show up and trade, and only tell 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, telling 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 all the way down 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 and grind it into flour.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 put the bicycle aside, leaning against the tree roots and nibbling the 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, but I harvested a bit harder in the first two days. There were a lot of cellars in my house, 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 exhaled, and he said cheerfully: "I knew that I wasn't the kind of spoiled person!"

As soon as he was happy, he could easily pronounce the word "I". 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 in the city talking.

He Songbai wiped Khan and said, "Tomorrow I will take you to meet some people. We don't have to distribute grain everywhere, just 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 all naturally 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 recognize the babies 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 a reason for relying on two legs alone. Without a bicycle, you can't do it at all.Now that it is decided to take this path, the most basic tools must be equipped.

Liang Tiezhu heard the words and hesitated, "Would you like me to borrow some money from you 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 saved some money, but it was still very 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 it, and said with nostalgia: "If the sister-in-law steamed the rice noodles 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 invisibly, and had long walked a 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 potato into a paste and made a translucent sweet potato powder.

Today she drew a large bundle of sweet potato powder to soak, it was very 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 rich in flavor.The soup base is good, and it tastes beautiful when eaten.

Although the sweet potato is a disgusting thing, 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 a whole bowl of powder.Because the best loach in soup powder was caught by her alone.The loach was fried and put into the soup and simmered with mushrooms. The loach was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the meat was delicious.

The untreated loach is fishy and smelly, and the children in the village caught it and ate it.After roasting, the loach covered the fishy smell with a crisp smell, barely able to lower the belly.But Sanya never thought that loach has such a delicious way to eat.As she chewed the loach, the eyes of the grapes were bright.

Sister He is holding a big sea bowl, and she can’t eat enough, Zhao Zhiqing’s craft 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. Know 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 suddenly got up from the bed in shock.

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

Granny wanted to slap a good grandson, but both hands were holding her body, and she couldn't pull it out.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 sad. 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 as they were, re-tightened them with clay and sealed them, 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 raised by one hand."

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."

"It's too long for a hard life, it will only make people lose hope."

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

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