Bai Fumei in the 70’s

He Songbai's low and hoarse voice is naturally magnetic. When the voice fell on Zhao Lanxiang's ears, it makes her face flushed.

She grabbed his clothes tightly and kissed him again. In exchange, she got a more lasting and enthusiastic response from the man. Zhao Lanxiang was breathless.

He Songbai's superb imitation skills gave Zhao Lanxiang the thought of "the master starved to death by the apprentice".

After kissing for a while, He Songbai soon couldn't stand it anymore and become uncomfortable. His whole body was scorching hot, and he wished to rub the person in front of him into his body.

He coughed a lot and let go of the girl. Letting him mess around caused him to forget what was going on.

"Money, here you are."

He took a stack of money from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Lanxiang.

Zhao Lanxiang stared at the money stuffed in her hand, glanced at the man again, and asked suspiciously, "What does this mean?"

He Songbai's ears were a little red, and the blood in his body had not disappeared, and his voice was almost muted.

"You are my girl, my money is naturally in your custody."22

"You can take it to buy some good clothes, buy something delicious..."

After finishing these remarks, He Songbai felt a little warmer in his heart. It was something like he was proud to let the woman spend the money he earned.

Zhao Lanxiang pursed her lips and couldn't help but laughing, feeling warm herself.

She counted the money the man gave, the thumb-thick stack of tickets, a total of fifty yuan and seven cents.

Seeing so much money, she was surprised. She didn't expect that the job of killing pigs would make so much money. After half a month, a poor man could make some savings.

Zhao Lanxiang accepted the money and did not refuse it. This was from his heart, so she would save the money for him.

She touched the man's sturdy, stiff arms, and was both proud and distressed in her heart.

"Are you tired these days?"

He Songbai said nothing.

Since doing this job, He Songbai has never slept steadily at night. But he is young and has a good foundation, and he was raised by his girl every day with delicious food and drink. He had a lot of energy all over his body. After working for a long time, he got used to it.

He looked at the distress in the woman's eyes and shook his head, "Not tired."

Zhao Lanxiang pinched the money in her hand and feels that it was hot.

She said, "It's almost the weekend. Can I take it to the county to buy some cloth?"

He Songbai nodded and added a sentence, "Come back with more good-looking ones."

As soon as the man's voice fell, Zhao Lanxiang had no time to feel sweet, she heard He Sanya calling her sharply, and she quickly pushed He Songbai away.

"Quick, go out."

If she was discovered by Sanya, her age is between being sensible and ignorant, and she couldn't hide things in her heart.

As soon as He Songbai left, Sanya knocked on Zhao Lanxiang's door with sweat.

"Sister Zhao, open the door."

Zhao Lanxiang opened the door and wiped her sweat with her handkerchief. Sanya dragged her to the water tank and said crisply, "This is what I caught with Ju Hua and Li Zi."

The water tank, which originally only had a few loaches, is now covered with loaches.

Zhao Lanxiang reached down to touch the loach, scooped it out with a scooper, and count it one by one.

"Sanya is very powerful, continue to catch, Sister Zhao needs these loaches very much. I will give you a cent if you have 20 loaches."

She took out three cents from her pocket. "One cent is for you, remember to divide the remaining two cents with Ju Hua and Li Zi."

Zhao Lanxiang is subconsciously cultivating the kid's consciousness of working and earning money. Little Huzi was brought up by her single hand. He has a very positive outlook. Although he is very spoiled by the whole family, he is not crooked at all.6

Sanya's eyes widened, and her black grape-like eyes showed shock.

Sanya never thought that catching loach can be exchanged for money, and it is such a huge sum of money. Although she has collected this tank of loaches for several days before she saved this much, how much effort could it take to catch a loach?

Taking pigweed in the mountains is more tiring than catching loach. Catching loach is like playing in the eyes of He Songzhi. The caught loach can also make delicious loach noodles for sister Zhao. He Sanya clutched the crumpled cent and wished to go out and catch ten or eight today.

Zhao Lanxiang grabbed her, "Enough is enough. These are too many. You can catch them again in a few days."

Sanya's excited face suddenly languished.

Zhao Lanxiang rubbed her head and couldn't help but laugh.

She plans to deep-fry some loach crisps to bring to Li Zhong tomorrow. Flour and glutinous rice noodles at home are almost used up. It is just right to make some meaty snack like this.1

The next day, when Zhao Lanxiang opened her eyes comfortably and stretched her waist, He Songbai had already done the hardest work of the day and was just lying in bed and sleeping.

Zhao Lanxiang wrapped the freshly made mango roll with oil paper and put it on He Songbai's cabinet, leaving him as a snack. The cream is high in fat, and the mango has enough sugar, which makes it easy to make him full.

He Songbai wakes up so early every night, Zhao Lanxiang can't get up to make breakfast for him, he often uses it to cushion his stomach. This time, she fried it very lightly, the color was even and bright yellow, it was not greasy, and it was not easy to get a stomachache after eating.

Zhao Lanxiang pinched the money and tickets in her pocket and took ten-pound mango rolls to the county town on the Phoenix bike. The ten-pound mango rolls are not light, and she almost couldn't fit them in her backpack. If space is not limited, Zhao Lanxiang would like to carry twenty pounds. Last night, she used all the eggs that the family had saved. She used a spatula to beat a large pot of cream and made 30-pound mango rolls in one go.

She wore a straw hat, covered most of her face, and came to Liang Tiezhu's food stand.

"Hey, are you here?" Tiezhu looked at Zhao Lanxiang and greeted her in a low voice.

Without speaking, she straightly took the mango roll from her backpack and handed it to Tiezhu. When she met Tiezhu on the first day, he said that she could put the items in his stall and he could sell them, and she will pay him for the hard work. She said she will give fifty cents, but Tiezhu didn't want it.

Zhao Lanxiang whispered, "This is called a creamy mango roll. It costs one yuan a pound... two industrial tickets."

The value of industrial tickets is relatively high, so Zhao Lanxiang deliberately lowered the price of mango rolls. In accordance with wage standards, urban residents will issue industrial tickets for every ten yuan. Most of the goods produced by industries will require industrial tickets. A pot, a piece of clothing, and a bicycle have to be bought with industrial vouchers.