Chapter 19: 19 Sang Dazhuang's business, rushing to the market

Chapter 19: 19 Sang Dazhuang's business, rushing to the market

  Chapter 19 19 Sang Dazhuang's business, rushing to the market

  In another dilapidated private house, Sang Dazhuang was picking and choosing among a pile of goods.

  Take two canned fruits and a few big red apples. This piece of cloth is beautiful, and I have to use it to make clothes for my daughter-in-law. I also took a catty of fruit candy for my daughter-in-law to sweeten her mouth.

   Zhao Qiang's mouth twitched as he watched from the sidelines. He seriously suspected that his brother Zhuang was running a black market just to make it easier for Yuzhi to eat and drink.

Raise a woman who doesn't have him in her heart, doesn't see him in her eyes, and is full of complaints about him, so that her family is afraid of being said, dressed in rags, worse than a beggar, tsk, what a wonderful thing! man.

  Fortunately, I am not a woman, otherwise I would have cut off the elm branches and **** myself.

  Thinking of that woman in Yuzhi, Zhao Qiang was very angry. A capable person like his brother Zhuang was being manipulated to death by her, and he suffered many crimes.

  Hiding in that corner of the Gubai Brigade all day long, digging hard in the fields, wasting a lot of talent, what a crime.

  However, his brother Zhuang didn't listen to the persuasion, as if he was intimidated, he was devoted to that woman.

   Seeing that Sang Dazhuang was about to re-election, he hurriedly said: "Brother Zhuang, you took too much back. If someone finds out, it's easy to say. Then there will be a lot of trouble, and the family will not stop."

  Sang Dazhuang paused, thinking that someone might search his house in the past few days, so he had to take less.

"Okay, come back later." Sang Dazhuang regretfully stopped, fastened the wild pheasant next to him, and put the buckskin boots tightly wrapped in newspaper, and other things in the back basket, I will carry it back later.

  Zhao Qiang pursed his lips. With so many things, it is enough to raise a pig. Whose wife raises it like this.

   "Brother Zhuang, there will be a big fair in a few days, should we get some things to sell?"

  Sang Dazhuang thought for a while, selling things on the big market is safe, but it is cheaper than on the black market. Now that he has a lot of things in his hand, it is okay to exchange a little.

   "Go, call a few more brothers, each get less, and sell them separately, don't be too conspicuous."

   "Understood, this is not the first time we have done it, take it easy. It is Brother Zhuang, Dahei asked us when we will continue to go to the black market. It has been several months, and we can't see any money. Everyone feels bad."

  Sang Dazhuang frowned: "How's the black market going?"

   "Strict."

  Sang Dazhuang's face darkened immediately: "Since you are strict, do you still need to ask me?"

  Zhao Qiang quickly comforted him: "Brother Zhuang, don't be angry, this is not a big guy, the black market is not a day or two, there is no need. The things are in hand, if you don't get them out sooner, it will be a pity if they are broken."

The main reason is that those people have worked with Sang Dazhuang all these years, went smoothly, did not suffer too much, earned a lot, and their ambitions were nurtured. They always have the greatest pride of the world, and they are not afraid of anything Sang Dazhuang has the confidence to do everything. If he doesn't make money for a day, he feels like he has lost a million dollars. Therefore, he panics and complains in his heart.

  Sang Dazhuang snorted coldly: "I'm afraid they say that I am as timid as a mouse, and I will shrink my head at the slightest sign of trouble. The more I live these years, the more I will go back."

  Zhao Qiang sneered: "That's impossible, Brother Zhuang's courage is obvious to all." In fact, it was even worse, saying that Sang Dazhuang was only thinking about women all day long, and he was useless and useless.

  The typical pick up the bowl to eat, put down the bowl to scold mother, Zhao Qiang also despises.

"Hmph, don't fool me with nice words, Qiangzi, you have been with me for so many years, you know what kind of person I am, and if we do this business, if we are a little distracted, we will be sent in. I didn't wake up, we don't know how many times we went in."

   "I think it's okay to do this. I am old and young. I earn money to make my family live well, not to die. I would rather earn less and ensure safety. This is my bottom line of principle."

"Although the black market has always been strict, I believe you can also feel that the strictness this time is different from the past. I will treat you as a brother and explain to you calmly. If you listen, then do as I say. If you don't listen, Take your share and do whatever you want, I will not stop you."

"You can also pass this on to other people. Those who follow me, Sang Dazhuang, should be obedient. If you don't want to follow, I will give them a lot of things. Just leave. Everyone can nod and say hello when they meet in the future, but If something happens, don't blame me for not reminding you, and don't say I don't help."

As soon as Zhao Qiang heard that the team was about to break up, he became anxious: "Brother Zhuang, you saved my life under Xiong Xiazi's hands. I said at that time that my life is yours. I have to follow you, you can't let me go."

Back then Zhao Qiang was very hungry, he went up the mountain to find food, met Xiong Xiazi, and happened to be rescued by Sang Dazhuang who was hunting up the mountain, so he followed Sang Dazhuang. Never thought about leaving.

  Sang Dazhuang didn't doubt Zhao Qiang's loyalty, but he didn't like to be forced, and he didn't like too much entanglement. He had a young daughter-in-law at home, so he had to treat it with all his heart, and he couldn't devote too much energy to other people.

"I said at the beginning that there is no need to talk about whether to repay your kindness or not. It was a coincidence that I saved you. I also sold a lot of money for that bear. We don't owe each other. You have to thank me, every year and festival Just send some food, you don’t need to follow me to take risks.”

  Zhao Qiang's eyes were red, and he said in a muffled voice: "I just want to follow you, and I will follow you for the rest of my life."

  When he was talking, his eyes were still full of resentment, staring at Sang Dazhuang, as if he was a scumbag who abandoned the chaff.

Sang Dazhuang got goose bumps all over his body when he saw it: "Okay, don't **** disgust me, you pass on what I just said, sort out everything, divide up the ones that have to go, and find a safe place for the rest." It’s in a place where I can arrange it. It’s almost Chinese New Year, everyone is relaxed, money can’t be earned, and life is the most important thing.”

  As long as he doesn’t tell him to go, Zhao Qiang will obey anything: “Okay, I’ll listen to Brother Zhuang.”

  After explaining the matter here, Sang Dazhuang went home with his things on his back.

  Ever since his daughter-in-law stopped hating him, every time she went out, she returned to her heart like an arrow, and her beauty was bubbling.

  When I got home, lunch was just right. It was made of elm twigs, simple stewed Chinese cabbage with oil residue, and pancakes pasted on the side of the pot.

  Both mother and son are Yuzhi's fans. After a meal, they boasted so much that Yuzhi didn't know what to say.

  Anyway, there was a big pot of things, nothing was left, and most of them went into Sang Dazhuang's big mouth.

  Sang Dazhuang cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and said: "Daughter-in-law is really delicious, don't do it in the future, you will be too tired."

Yuzhi glared at Sang Dazhuang: "It's delicious and you can't make it. What's the reason? If I don't cook, you will be bullied by Mom? Cooking is not tiring. I like cooking, Mom. Can I cook?"

This time Wang Xinfeng did not agree with Yuzhi: "Zhizhi, the **** is right, don't do it, let mom do it, you are not in good health, and you have to write, that stuff takes your brain, don't be tired anymore. Mom is used to doing it After dinner, I’m not tired at all, it’s a matter of convenience.”

  Yuzhi pursed her lips and hugged Wang Xinfeng's arm coquettishly: "Mom, I'm not tired, I just want to cook, just let me do it, you love me the most, so just promise me, okay?"

  Wang Xinfeng was so entangled: "Okay, okay, do it once in a while, okay? This is Mom's maximum concession, and I can't bargain anymore."

   "Okay, mom is the best, thank you mom." He leaned over and kissed Wang Xinfeng on the cheek, which made Wang Xinfeng's old face burst into smiles.

   Hahaha's loud voice can be heard in the whole village.

  Sang Dazhuang who was ignored...

   Staring at the little daughter-in-law resentfully, why didn't she kiss him.

  In the afternoon, Sang Dazhuang couldn't stay idle and went up the mountain to cut firewood.

   Fearing that the elm branches would freeze, the house burned the kang 24 hours a day, wasting firewood.

  Wang Xinfeng took out Yuzhi's washed and dried shoes to mend, and Yuzhi cut the cloth brought back by Sang Dazhuang.

  The color of this cloth is bright, and I make two clothes for the mulberry leaves. When I go to the big market, I buy a few pieces of cloth of other colors, and make a few clothes for the rest of the family.

  I will go to study next year, leave the Cooper brigade, dress better, and no one will say anything.

  Wang Xinfeng was next to him. Looking at the size of the elm branches, he knew they were made for mulberry leaves.

   smiled and said: "Children grow up fast, it is not cost-effective to make new clothes. You can make a whole body for yourself. When Ye Zi grows up, you can make it for her."

"It's okay. I made it big, and I can wear it for several years. I have a lot of clothes. Ye Zi is a little girl, all of which are patched clothes. It doesn't look good. The little girl loves beauty. Although Ye Zi looks careless, she is still a little girl. "

  Wang Xinfeng smiled and didn't persuade her anymore. Yuzhi wanted to ease the relationship between mother and child, so she couldn't hold back.

  Yuzhi is going to make a jacket. There are two catties of new cotton at home, and I will go to change it. One piece for each person is enough.

  Cut and sew, the elm branches are made with ease, and the stitches are fine, Wang Xinfeng is pleasantly surprised.

   "Zhizhi's craftsmanship is really good."

   This is the first time that Yuzhi has needled and threaded in front of Wang Xinfeng. She didn't do it before, or she couldn't.

  All her skills were learned in those years. Although the ultimate goal was not achieved, but fortunately it was not in vain. After all, she learned something.

  In the evening, Yuzhi took over the cooking and said that she wanted to make candied apples for the two children, and the apples that Sang Dazhuang bought were good. The chestnut cake specially made for the brothers and sisters has also been made in two flavors, one salty and one sweet, in case the siblings don't like sweet ones.

  Yuzhi really doesn’t know anything about the hobbies of the siblings, and every time she wants to do something for them, she can’t do it.

  In addition to two small snacks, I also made braised pork. Wang Xinfeng said that both children like to eat this.

  The staple food is sweet potato pancakes, pancakes made of steamed and mashed sweet potatoes and some rough noodles.

  At the dinner table, Wang Xinfeng specially introduced the same to the two children, saying that Yuzhi made it specially for them.

  Mulberry, as usual, said, "Thank you."

  Sang Ye pursed her mouth, and under Sang Dazhuang's gaze, she didn't dare to say anything unpleasant, and just buried her head in eating.

  Although the brothers and sisters didn’t say anything, and they didn’t show any liking on their faces, judging from the state of eating, they both liked the things made by elm branches.

  Especially the sweet ones, it can be seen that both brothers and sisters like to eat sweets.

   With this discovery, Yuzhi was very happy, and she was motivated to cook again.

  In a good mood, in good health, in good health, I went to provoke Sang Dazhuang again at night, then put out half of the fire, and Sang Dazhuang took care of the other half by himself. It was another noisy night.

  Sang Dazhuang got up in the morning, and was scolded by Wang Xinfeng again.

  Yu Zhi looked at him from the sidelines with joy and heartlessness, which made Sang Dazhuang's teeth itch.

   On the day of Daji, it happened to be the weekend, and the two children were at home on vacation.

  Early in the morning, Wang Xinfeng got up and made breakfast, and asked Sang Dazhuang to drag out the cart at home, wash it, spread clean straw, and then spread an old bedding, so that he could take the elm branches to the market.

  Yuzhi said that he could go, but Wang Xinfeng and Sang Dazhuang didn't allow it. In such a cold day, he was tired from walking, and he was very cold.

   All right, Yuzhi has no right to speak on issues related to Yuzhi's health.

  Speaking of going to the market, Yu Zhi was also very excited.

   I’ve been here for ten years, and I haven’t been there once. Before, my body didn’t allow me to, and I didn’t want to join in the fun because of my mentality.

  It's different now, she thinks going to the market is very lively.

  After breakfast, they brought dry food and a water bottle. Yuzhi sat on the cart, pulled by Sang Dazhuang, and Wang Xinfeng walked with Mulberry and Mulberry leaves. The family of five set off for the market in the open space outside the commune.

  Aunt Niu and other people in the village who were going to sell things set off before dawn to occupy a good position.

   Such a big market, those who have not returned home in the educated youth courtyard, do not want to miss it.

  Educated youths who have been here for many years, have no support from their families, and are unwilling to marry and keep. They will save some things and exchange them at the end of the year. Save more and plan for the future.

  The college entrance examination has resumed, and everyone is looking forward to seeing the moon. Although many people have not passed the exam and have to stay here, at least there is hope.

  There are no other people in the village who just go to the market except Lao Sang's family.

  There are only some children who get up late, and the elderly and women who clean up the housework go out later, and occasionally meet a few on the road.

   There is no deep hatred between them. No matter what they say in private, they are still kind on face, and they will say hello to each other.

  On the road, Wang Xinfeng talked with the acquaintances he met. Yuzhi sat on the cart, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, feeling a little dazed.

   During the years of being married to Sang Dazhuang, apart from going to the Educated Youth Court to find Cui Xue, she rarely went out, and never talked to people in the village.

  When you meet someone, you may feel familiar, but you don’t know who is who.

  After her rebirth, she hadn't seen her for many years. It was the first time she went out, and she felt even stranger to these unfamiliar neighborhoods.

  Others are no strangers to elm branches, and elm branches often appear in people's conversations after dinner.

   It was the first time I saw her greet everyone with a smiley Yanyan following Wang Xinfeng's introduction, and I always felt uncomfortable, so I would go to Yuzhi after chatting with Wang Xinfeng.

   It's not trying to see something, it's just curiosity.

  Yuzhi was not annoyed, she smiled and let them look at her.

  Sang Dazhuang was impatient to chat with these people. If his wife hadn't said that she wanted to get to know everyone, he would have pulled the car away long ago.

  Mulberry has been walking beside the car calmly, walking calmly and calmly.

  Sang Ye couldn’t stay idle, she had already called friends and companions and ran away, and she could hear the very prestigious Sister Ye Zi from a long distance away.

  Whether you care about the older children or the younger, they are all called Sister Yezi, and you can clearly see Ye Zi's status in the village and among the children.

   "Sister Ye Zi, your mother looks very good-looking, and this is the first time I've seen it." The seven or eight-year-old boy, with two big snots running down his nose, came up to Sang Ye and said.

   Thanks to the book friend 016729 for the little cute Jin Buyao, thank you for your support

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