Block My Way Home: You Must Become My Wife

Zhao Xiangyun thinks that compared with the teapots and teacups from the Qing Dynasty official kiln, five Jin of coarse grain is really nothing.

Not to mention that she paid five cents, even if she paid another five yuan, she took advantage of it.

After listening to Zhao Xiangyun, the old man finally took food.

If Zhao Xiangyun said to you, "I'll give you something."

The old man is in charge of this place. Every truck of second-hand goods has to go through his hands.

He always throws some intact things into the locked utility room first.

The rest is basically incomplete.

I've been sticking to it for several years. The utility room is almost full. Anyway, it's public goods. It's not sold to anyone!

"Thank you Zhao Xiangyun said.

She really wants to find something else. It's best if it's antique.

But not today. She bought enough today.

Pulling the cart, Zhao Xiangyun left the second-hand goods market, found a place where there was no one, and threw all the things on the cart into the space.

After another round in the county, I returned the cart.

With industrial rolls and money on hand, Zhao Xiangyun wanted to go to the agricultural technology station to see if he had any farm tools.

He remembers Zhao Zhiyuan saying that farm implements are also supplied in limited quantities. If he is not lucky, he will not be able to buy scythes if he has money and industrial rolls.

Zhao Xiangyun asked several people about the location of the agricultural technology station.

At this time, pesticides and fertilizers have not been popularized.

In the countryside, people's excrement, pig excrement, cow excrement, soil excrement and other natural fertilizers are commonly used.

Agricultural technology station is to provide technical services and farming for the following production teams.

Of course, tractors and sickles are also on sale here.

Especially for farm tools, rural people believe in agricultural technology stations and only buy them here.

The first thing Zhao Xiangyun did at the agricultural technology station was to ask about sickles, machetes and so on.

"Hello, comrade. Do you have any farm tools for cutting grass, rice and wheat?"

Zhao Xiangyun asked about a man in grey overalls at the agricultural technology station. He was about twenty years old and his surname was Yang. He was a technician at the agricultural technology station.

After meeting so many people, the man in front of him is the only one whose face is not swollen.

You can still see some ruddy people.

I think life is OK.

"Yes, do you want to buy it?" Asked technician Yang.

"Yes."

"Do you have the industrial volume? Two scythes, one industrial roll, the other scythe. Give me sixty cents! " The man said.

Zhao Xiangyun changed five industrial rolls today, that is to say, he could buy ten scythes.

"Ten scythes. By the way, do you have a machete?" Zhao Xiangyun asked.

It suddenly occurred to her that Jiang Weimin, who used to cut pig grass.

The broken sickle in the pig farm of the production team is old and dull. It is clear that every time it goes out, it has been grinded with a grindstone, but it just doesn't work.

"There's a machete. It's eighty cents a piece and an industrial roll!" Technician Yang spoke.

His words made Zhao Xiangyun understand why her father, Zhao Zhiyuan, said it was difficult to make industrial rolls.

It's just a small machete. It's an industrial roll.

How many industrial rolls would it take to change it into other big ones?

By the way, there are tractors.

Zhao Xiangyun heard that there was a tractor in their brigade, which was driven by a technician surnamed sun all the year round.

I don't know how much the tractor cost.

"Ten scythes and one machete!"

With that, Zhao Xiangyun cooked six yuan and eighty cents, plus eleven industrial rolls.

Technician Yang has not seen for a long time that he bought so many farm tools at one time. He asked, "are you buying farm tools for your brigade?"

Zhao Xiangyun shook his head, "our production team!"

"Then your production team should produce a lot of grain every year!"

What technician Yang faces most every day is these rural farmers.

They often complain that the people in this production team can't afford to eat and want to work in the city, but they have no way.

At the end of the day, there are people begging in the street.

Therefore, even in the case of extreme shortage of farm tools, many production teams do not come to buy farm tools.

This is why technician Yang would ask Zhao Xiangyun like that.

"I don't know!"

The original owner is indifferent to the production team.

Although she has tried her best to change this state since she came here, her energy is limited. There are so many things she can see with her eyes and hear with her ears.

Technician Yang quickly gave Zhao Xiangyun a sickle and a machete.

At this time, sickles and machetes were made of iron.

If you buy it back, you can't use it directly. You have to find a carpenter to make a good handle.But these things are not for her to consider.

It's her father Zhao Zhiyuan's business to find someone.

"It must be, I promise you!" Yang technician Chong Zhao Xiangyun road.

Seeing that he was also a nagger, Zhao Xiangyun asked, "comrade, how many industrial rolls do you need to buy the tractors of the brigade? Is that a lot? "

Yang technician smell speech, smile, "that is the country send, in order to save each brigade's manpower and material resources! But not every brigade has it. It depends on the performance of the brigade! "

Listening to the people in front of him, Zhao Xiangyun was able to understand.

No wonder her father, Zhao Zhiyuan, always thinks the efficiency of the brigade is more important than anything else. If there is something wrong, he will check this job and urge that job.

Do well, there are rewards!

"Thank you." Zhao Xiangyun took the sickle and went out of the agricultural machinery station.

It was already noon when I came out.

The stomach grunted.

Zhao Xiangyun is still a fat man. Although she has changed from a black and fat man to a flexible, black and fat man, she has not changed in essence.

It's still very easy to be hungry. Even with her efforts, her stomach has been forced to be smaller.

After finding a Guoyin Hotel, Zhao Xiangyun prepared the food ticket and money, ordered a white porridge and fried a dish.

Today's Zhao Xiangyun is no longer the one who entered the hotel and didn't even know how to ask for food stamps. She is better integrated into this era and more adapted to this role.

After waiting for a long time, Zhao Xiangyun's porridge and fried vegetables were ready.

Without waiting for her to pick up the chopsticks, she felt that there was a line of sight staring at her all the time.

As soon as she looked up, she saw a child at the gate of the state-owned hotel. He was looking at the porridge and vegetables in front of her, and his saliva was almost flowing out.

Without waiting for Zhao Xiangyun to make a sound, the waiter of the hotel came over and drove the child away, "little beggar, get out of here! It's interesting to cheat people to eat and drink here every day! "

The waiter was very rude.

Zhao Xiangyun frowned as he listened.

When the child was driven away, she asked, "what's going on?"