Rebirth in the college entrance examination: making a fortune with rough man

Chapter 19 Chapter 19
In another dilapidated private house, Sang Dazhuang was picking and choosing among a pile of goods.

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

The corners of Zhao Qiang's mouth twitched as he watched from the sidelines. He seriously suspected that his brother Zhuang ran 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.

It's a good thing I'm not a woman, otherwise I would have killed the elm branches and fucked myself.

Thinking of that woman in Yuzhi, Zhao Qiang was very angry. A capable person like his brother Zhuang was beaten to death by her, and he suffered a lot.

Nesting 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 had been 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, remembering that someone might search his home in the past few days, so he should 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, it is safe to sell things on the big market, 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 ahead, call a few more brothers, each get less, and sell them separately, don't be too conspicuous."

"Understood, it's not the first time we've done it, take it easy. It's Brother Zhuang, Dahei asked when we will continue to go to the black market. It's been several months. We can't see any money, and 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 thing is in my hand, if I don't get it out sooner, it will be a pity if it breaks."

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 that he has lost 100 million, so he panics and complains.

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, he was useless and useless.

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

"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. There was a young daughter-in-law in the family, so let him 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 speaking, there was still resentment in his eyes, 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 fucking 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 my daughter-in-law didn't hate him, every time she went out, her heart was like an arrow, and her beauty was bubbling.

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

Both mother and son are Yuzhi's fans, and after a meal, they praise from ear to ear, and Yuzhi doesn'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 bastard 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, 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.

The neglected Sang Dazhuang...

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 kang was burned 24 hours a day at home, 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 several 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 at the side, and from the size of the elm branches, he knew they were made for mulberry leaves.

She laughed and said, "Children grow up fast, so it's not cost-effective to make new clothes. You can make a whole body for yourself. When Ye Zi grows up, it's too late for her."

"It's okay, I made it big, I can wear it for several years, I have a lot of clothes, Ye Zi is a little girl, all patched clothes, not good-looking, the little girl loves beauty. Ye Zi, our family, looks carefree, but she is still a little girl. "

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

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

Cutting and sewing, the elm branches were made with ease, and the stitches were fine, Wang Xinfeng was 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 few 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 work and said that she wanted to make shredded 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 brothers and sisters, and every time she wants to do something for them, she has no way of doing 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 for them specially.

Mulberry was as plain as ever, and said, "Thank you."

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

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

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.

The mood is good, the body is good, the body is good, and at night, he provokes Sang Dazhuang again, and then puts out half of the fire, and Sang Dazhuang solves the other half by himself, and it is another noisy night.

When Sang Dazhuang woke up in the morning, Wang Xinfeng poked his head and scolded him 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 the cold was terrible.

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

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

I have been here for ten years, and I have never been there once. Before that, 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, I brought dry food and a water bottle, Yuzhi sat on the cart, Sang Dazhuang pulled it, Wang Xinfeng walked with Mulberry and Mulberry leaves, and the family of five set off to go to the open space outside the commune to go to the market.

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

Those who didn't go home in the educated youth courtyard didn't want to miss such a big market.

Educated youths who have been here for many years, who have no support from their families, and who are unwilling to marry and keep, will also save some things and exchange them at the end of the year. They will 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 do housework go out later, and occasionally meet a few on the road.

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

On the way, 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 returning from 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.

The first time I saw her follow Wang Xinfeng's introduction and greet everyone with a smiley Yanyan, I always felt uncomfortable, so I chatted with Wang Xinfeng and then I would go to see Yuzhi.

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

Yu Zhi was not annoyed either, 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 nonchalantly, walking calmly and calmly.

Sang Ye couldn't stay idle, and had already run away with friends and companions, and she could hear the very prestigious Sister Ye Zi from far away.

Regardless of whether the older children or the younger are called Sister Yezi, it is obvious that Ye Zi's status in the village and the group of children can be seen.

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

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