A Rural Life in the 70s

Small autumn has never been an official, and his own business is also the first time. He has no experience in the management of personnel appointment. In this respect, she and Wu Ge Qinqin is almost the same, eager to come, can only slowly ponder.

This topic has passed by, the three returned home, Song Xiucheng has returned and had dinner.

When they saw them coming in, they immediately asked if they were eating, and asked where they went.

Seeing this posture, Wu Ge and Qin Hao did not dare to stop for a moment, pushed the car and hurriedly left.

However, Song Xiucheng did not make it difficult for Xiaoqiu, only asked her, what preparations to go to the hospital, lack of something, and so on. Xiaoqiu said that he was ready, and after nothing, he took the initiative to replace Xiaoqiu Duan. The hot water entered the house, let her wash and prepare to sleep.

Nothing in the night, at 3:30 in the morning, Xiaoqiu was once again woken up by the electronic watch alarm clock.

She was sore and sleepy, but she did not dare to sleep again, rubbing her eyes, and soon got dressed and got out of the door.

After a while, Song Xiucheng also came out from the east wing room, and did not hurry to follow Xiaoqiu, and walked to the black market street. Then, with a wrong eye, Song Xiucheng found Xiaoqiu’s hand in the empty hand. A sack, watching her dragging on the ground and walking hard, probably guessed that the sack is filled with something that is not old.

Looking at the thin backs that dragged the sacks and walking hard, Song Xiucheng was uncomfortable and his eyes were hot. He blinked and took a few breaths, then strode over Xiaoqiu and walked over.

Xiaoqiu, who was dragging his sack to the hutong, suddenly felt a light hand and jerked back, suddenly stunned: "Small, small?"

"Where are you coming here, why don't you know to call me?" Song Xiucheng lifted his sacks with a blank expression and walked forward.

Xiao Qiu's, heartbeat, watching everything as usual, but the bottom of my heart is stunned by the waves - because Song Xiucheng's performance is too calm, too normal, but not right.

Seeing Song Xiucheng’s time to catch up should be followed by her. Then, she went out empty-handed, and then the sacks out of thin air could not be noticed. So... Xiao Yan found her anomaly?

Going down again - since I found her anomaly, I also deliberately expressed calmness and normalness. Then, that is to say, he does not care?

Or to say - in fact, Xiao Yan has long noticed her strangeness, only to puncture at this time, so can it be so calm?

"Where do you stay there, don't you keep up?" Song Xiucheng went out a few steps and noticed that Xiaoqiu didn't follow up, so he sighed and turned back to call people.

It seems that the little girl is scared by him, no less than him!

- Think of it, Song Xiucheng seems to balance some of his heart.

No, Xiaoqiu is still his niece, and he is still thinking about it. It is still a better life for the family. I still respect the elderly parents, love my younger siblings, and still have a very close relationship with him. The children in their early tens are taking care of him everywhere. But it is something that can change things out of thin air. What is the relationship? !

Seeing a greeting, Xiaoqiu is still awkward, and he dares not to follow up with it. Song Xiucheng smiled slyly.

This laughed out, and he pressed a few days in his heart, and suddenly disappeared!

He walked back easily, raised his hand and knocked on a small autumn brain, then smacked his fingers and scraped her nose. He whispered: "Return to God! Stand here again, be careful to be rejected." Go out!"

I don't know what other black markets are, but the black market on the lotus market is someone-maintained. If there are people who look at the wind on both ends of the hutong, there may be disputes between the two sides of the sale, and some people will come forward to calm down. Of course, in this case, every person who comes in to sell things must pay maintenance fees to the people at the Hutong exit. The last time Xiaoqiu taught two dollars.

Xiaoqiu observed that the amount of payment was not fixed. She did not know the standard of payment. She only felt that two dollars were within her acceptance.

Song Xiucheng was rude in the end. After knocking his nose and scraping his nose, he simply stretched out the big head and held the back of Xiaoqiu's head and pushed her to go to the hutong.

With Xiao Xiao, Xiao Qiu suddenly relaxed, and she did not bother to think about the flow, location, and surrounding environment. She just passively followed Xiao Yan to a coal pool and stopped her feet.

The big hand on the head left, Xiaoqiu’s body shook a little and stood still.

Song Xiucheng has opened the sack, but no further action, but turned back to Xiaoqiu, calmly said: "Come on!"

Xiaoqiu blinked his eyes and looked up at him, but because the sky was too dark, he couldn’t see the other person’s expression, let alone his eyes and eyes.

Biting her lip, Xiaoqiu let go, she squatted and gently rubbed the sack to the side - right, looking at the very heavy sack, she put a hay, not sinking. Presumably, when Song Xiucheng took the sack, he found it.

Holding the idea of ​​breaking the cans, Xiaoqiu no longer covered it. He quickly took out a small amount of noodles, a bowl of rice, a bowl of white noodles, and a bottle of oil, one by one in the open space in front of him.

Putting these things on, Xiaoqiu pulled out a bunch of hay from the sack and stepped on his feet. He sat down and then reached into his bag and found a flashlight to start a business.

Every time someone walks up to her booth, she shakes it with a flashlight and lets the other person see her things.

Good noodles, bright and full glutinous rice, special flour are good things, let alone cooking oil... At this time, each person's edible oil is only two or two! Is it enough? Don't say that croquettes are fried, that is, fried dumplings are also a luxury, and most people can't afford it.

Therefore, Xiaoqiu’s booth is not big, but the business is very good.

And because there is a small beggar to be with me today, Xiaoqiu is a lot bigger, and he has to take out hundreds of pounds of white noodles, and peanut oil and soybean oil are also used for twenty or thirty pounds.

Seeing and selling a pound of oil, Xiaoqiu just wanted to pour another bottle, but was held by Song Xiucheng.

Xiaoqiu’s heart suddenly bursts and slowly turns back to look at the past. In the slightly bright morning light, Xiaoyan’s facial features can basically look at the outline, but the expression is still not clear. Even so, she saw the frowning eyebrows and felt the gentle force of the other hand holding her arm.

"Okay, let's go back!" Song Xiucheng spoke, and the sound was calm and calm, without any slight nervousness.