A Rural Life in the 70s

The little girl is bold and always remembers to go to the black market. He is not aware of this, and since he knows, there is no way to let her a child be alone. . Little girl is too courageous and curious to be a problem. He only wants to keep up with it and protect her safety. If the little girl couldn't get into trouble, he quietly followed and didn't plan to show up.

All the way to the small Shantou came to Shichahai along the children, after the previous familiarity, Xiaoqiu this time was successfully found the old market, but not too bright Shichahaiyan, but next to the small winding around the small alley .

With the last experience, Xiaoqiu’s eyesight has improved. He saw the shadow of the Hutong mouth. Looking closely, it was a young man wrapped in a military coat. He was smeared back and forth in the Hutong mouth. It should be the person who looked at the wind.

She licked the quiet Shichahai, but many people wrapped their heads on their faces, squatting and hurriedly heading down. Some people were empty and some were holding something... In the dark, it was like a silent movie. Silently walked into the small alley, or silently walked out of the hutong and left.

Very common hutongs, but also a few coal pools, storage sheds, or something, because the narrowness of the shackles, obscured the faint moonlight starlight, people in it, shadows, only occasionally a short flashlight light Passing, really reveals a bit of ghosts, it is no wonder that the night market is also called 'ghost city'.

Xiaoqiu, through the cover of the corner, put his hand into his bag and found a small bag of rice and a bottle of soybean oil to come out and squat in his hand and step into the alley.

Song Xiucheng followed behind, watching Xiaoqiu stand in Hutong for a long time, and when she was afraid, she was thinking about the past to give her courage, to accompany her in, dazzling, but saw Xiaoqi’s hand with a small pocket and a Only the bottle!

For a moment, Song Xiucheng was stiff and unable to move. For a while, he only came back to God, but Xiaoqiu had already entered the Hutong.

After the brain was blank, it was re-run. Song Xiu Cheng thought for a long while, but followed him into the hutong. Only the dim hutong came and went, but he could not see the thin figure.

Xiaoqiu did not know his secret exposure. He only visited an alley. He used a bottle of oil and a few kilograms of rice to get an idea of ​​the price. It is worthy of the black market. The price of glutinous rice is actually sold for six cents a pound. The price of flour is slightly lower. It sells five to five hairs. The price of fine white noodles is higher, and it can sell more than seven hairs. The price of soybean oil can be sold to two eight to three pieces, and the price of peanut oil is directly sold to three or more.

She changed two hutongs, sold two pounds of soybean oil and three pounds of peanut oil, and sold twenty kilograms of rice and twenty kilograms of fine white noodles. She bypassed another hutong and went straight back home.

The door was still hidden, Xiaoqiu pushed the door open, and the room in Xiaoyan and Zheng Qiushi was still quiet. She secretly sighed and slammed her hand back to her room. When she entered the door, she would hide her identity. The cotton quilt took off and exhaled and slammed into the bed.

Calling... In the middle of the night, I went to the ‘ghost city’. It turned out to be this feeling! Even if she returns home safely, her heart is still jumping!

The first time I saw the ghost city, I was excited to be excited by Xiaoqiu. Although I got up early, I didn’t feel sleepy at all. Waiting for her heartbeat to calm down, look around the window has been white, look at the time is almost six o'clock, simply pull the lamp away, pull the money out of the bag, counted up one by one.

Because the rice she took out was good, the particles were full, crystal clear, and the price was higher than that sold by glutinous rice, which sold a high price of 719 pounds. The same is true for white noodles, eight cents a pound. Soybean oil and peanut oil are equally popular, and the price is also very high. Now count the money, in addition to forty-one dollars, there are ten industrial vouchers.

Industrial vouchers only have the talents to go to work to participate in production. Although Xiaoqiu’s hukou has already fallen, only grain and oil and cloth tickets, such as industrial production of sugar tickets and industrial vouchers, are not available.

Industrial vouchers are very useful at this time. Buying bicycles, sewing machines, watches, etc., industrial products such as these require industrial vouchers.

Xiaoqiu didn't want to buy a sewing machine bicycle, but wanted to buy a washing machine. Seeing that the autumn is winter, the weather is cold, washing large pieces of clothing, sheets are covered, and so on, no washing machine is too painful.

After counting the money, the sky is bright. Xiaoqiu still had no sleep, just walked out of the house, washed his face, and took the enamel pot and the thermos out of the door.

Today, Wu Ge and Qin Hao are going to contact the factory unit, but to have breakfast, but Zheng Qiushi is at home. The master rarely came back once, and Xiaoqiu thought about buying a few more breakfasts.

She deliberately walked two more hutongs, bought sugar cakes and coke rings, and beat tofu brain and soy milk. I watched the newly-opened door-bone patties and bought three more.

She has tasted the 'bean juice' of Beijing's special flavor, because after the fermentation process, the taste is sour, with a slight astringency, because there is no filtration to remove the bean dregs, the taste is slightly rough. Xiaoqiu can't talk about it, but if she chooses, she still needs fresh soy milk.

Taking advantage of her early return home, Zheng Qiushi and Song Xiucheng have already started, Song Xiucheng is cleaning the yard, and Zheng Qiushi is washing.

"Master is early, Xiaoxiao early!" Xiaoqiu is in a good mood, and immediately greets people.

Song Xiucheng saw the smile of the little niece like a flower, and his expression was slightly condensed. Only then did he smile at the corner of his mouth: "How come so early?"

Xiaoqiu looked up at Xiaoyan and said with a smile: "I have always been a hardworking little bee. Did Xiaoxiao find it today?"

Zheng Qiushi spit out a mouthwash and pointed at Xiaoqiu with a toothbrush: "The little girl doesn't see long meat, but the face is thicker!"

"Master!" Xiaoqiu protested, and quickly put the plate on the table, and turned back to Zheng Qiushi, "I got up early in the morning and got up to the master to buy breakfast, but also specially arranged for the old team to buy." The door patties, if you are good, will hit my enthusiasm."

When she was accused of such a complaint, Zheng Qiu actually smiled and opened the flower, dropped the towel, strode over and sat down, and side of the soy milk bowl, while smiling: "Okay, good, Xiaoqiu is a hardworking bee, and will continue to work harder." , keep it!"

Song Xiucheng watched Xiaoqiu, who often laughed and laughed, thinking that he was in distress, Xiaoqiu risked poisoning and saved himself, and her little children were sensible and considerate... The more I thought, the more I felt that Xiaoqiu was different from ordinary children, but I really didn't see what was wrong with her, and she was a sincere curtain to the family.

He put a little bit of pressure on his heart, tried to adjust his expression, and washed his hands and sat down to eat.