Block My Way Home: You Must Become My Wife

Zhao Xiangyun went back to his room and put 12 Jin of grain and 22 eggs from the broken bowl into a big cloth bag and a big basket.

He took another 20 yuan and put it in his pocket.

After thinking about it, I put my broken bowl under the cloth bag.

As soon as she was ready to go out, Chen gave her two boiled eggs and two corn cakes.

"Take it and eat it on the road. If you are hungry, buy some steamed buns and remember to buy meat stuffing." Chen may said.

"I see, Ma!" Zhao Xiangyun grinned at Chen may.

"Is it important? Or I'll carry it for you! " Chen may saw Zhao Xiangyun's basket covered with cloth on his back. Although he didn't know what it contained, he felt very heavy.

Zhao Xiangyun looked at Chen May's thin body, then his strong arm, and shook his head firmly, "Mom, I can move my back, it's late, I'll go first!"

Zhao Xiangyun rejected Chen May's offer to send him to the county.

When Chen went to the county in May, she could stop the production for an hour and a half.

Along the way, Zhao Xiangyun spent nearly two hours, panting and sweating.

This body is not so bad. After a few steps, the lungs will burst.

Stop and go all the way, just barely to the county gate.

Enough rest, Zhao Xiangyun looked up at the county.

This is a silly look.

The so-called County town is totally different from the one she saw in her last life.

There are no so-called high-rise buildings.

Scattered low ordinary, narrow streets, occasionally one or two buildings, also not high, estimated not more than the fifth floor.

Is this the county seat in the 1970s?

It's too Is it too poor?

Zhao Xiangyun sighed for a long time before he accepted this reality.

Into the county, few people on the street, occasionally encountered one, but also a pair of yellow skinny, footloose, ready to fall.

Zhao Xiangyun observed the clothes of those people in the county. Compared with those in the production team, there was not much difference.

It's all an earth blue coat, a pair of black overalls and patches on the body. Looking around, it gives people a very simple feeling.

Zhao Xiangyun went all the way, and he was hungry.

Looking for a corner where people could sit, Zhao Xiangyun took out a boiled egg, smashed the eggshell and stuffed the egg into his mouth. Before the egg was finished, there was a shadow in front of him.

About three or four years old, a skinny little boy, staring at Zhao Xiangyun, almost spilled out.

He fixed his eyes on the egg in Zhao Xiangyun's hand. Zhao Xiangyun felt numb and choked when he put the egg in his mouth.

But she came out of the urgent, water also did not take, had to desperately beat the chest, in order to expect the eggs to swallow, so struggling for a long time to barely swallow the food.

At this time, an old woman, also dressed plain and thin, stepped forward.

"Tiger, what are you doing?"

The little boy wrongly looked at Zhao Xiangyun, "grandma, she ate eggs, tiger also want to eat!"

The old lady noticed Zhao Xiangyun. After choking, Zhao Xiangyun was red in the face.

In this era, there are not many people who can grow so fat, so there must be surplus food at home.

The old lady hesitated and asked Zhao Xiangyun, "girl, you Do you have any eggs in your hand? Other grains will do. I'll trade them with you! "

Zhao Xiangyun was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, he heard the old lady say, "if my grandson hadn't been greedy, I wouldn't have asked you! There's nothing we can do about it. "

In these days, food is life.

Ordinary people will not easily sell food to others.

Looking at the old lady, Zhao Xiangyun suddenly felt a sense of sympathy.

Not to mention the old lady in front of us, even the rest of the family is short of food and drink.

All the supplies at home are used by the original owner.

The original owner of the fat, others are very thin.

Zhao Zhiyuan, the captain, is yellow.

The whole production team, looking around, is a fat man.

Everyone's life is not easy. She has this kind of fat now, although it's not what she wants.

There is also a cornucopia, food can continue to grow, life is always better than others.

"Old lady, I have eggs, but they are all boiled, and they were cooked yesterday!"

Zhao Xiangyun told the truth, no matter when, she did not want to cheat.

"How many do you have?" The old lady's eyes brightened.

"About twenty-two!"There is another one in his pocket. Zhao Xiangyun is not going to take it out. If he really has nothing to eat later, he can put it in a broken bowl. After 15 minutes, he can make one.

"And a little black rice, flour and bran, but I don't know how much."

When she came out, it was about 12 Jin, but Zhao Xiangyun put the broken bowl at the bottom. When she walked, she found that the basket was heavier and heavier, people were more and more hard to carry, and there might be more food.

"I have! I've got it

The old lady shook a cloth bag in her hand, in which was a pole scale.

She came out to buy some food.

I met Zhao Xiangyun before I could buy it.

"So we'll find a place where there's no one?" Zhao Xiangyun said.

It's the first time for her to do this kind of business. She always feels that the more careful, the more cautious the better.

"Yes, I know!"

The old lady is familiar with the road, and Zhao Xiangyun together, while looking for a remote place, and Zhao Xiangyun at the same time to talk about the price.

"Girl, in the black market, the coarse grain is two yuan a Jin, and the fine grain is about four yuan and five yuan, depending on the quality. Later, I will give it to you according to the price on the black market, and I will never take advantage of you."

Black market?

Listen, it's kind of like a sneaky place to trade.

Zhao Xiangyun recalled, as if Chen may and Zhao Zhiyuan had mentioned, but said very obscure.

Zhao Xiangyun couldn't help guessing whether the fine grains he ate were also bought from the black market?

Four or five yuan a jin of fine grain is not cheap even after decades of storage.

Zhao Xiangyun heard that people in this era generally earn only twenty-one to thirty-one months.

If you buy a few Jin of grain, how can you survive?

Thinking, the old lady took Zhao Xiangyun to a corner where there was no one. She asked the little boy of Huzi to stand nearby and watch the wind.

After confirming that no one saw it, the old lady asked Zhao Xiangyun to take it out.

Zhao Xiangyun put the basket on the ground.

First, take out the rice in the cloth bag.

When the three bags came out, there was still a lot of space. Now they were full and overflowing.

The old lady's eyes lit up as soon as black flour, refined flour and wheat bran were taken out.