Bai Fumei in the 70’s

She blushed, a pile of bones on the table she gnawed, how much meat did she eat this meal, she has never eaten so much meat in her life!

She stared at Zhao Zhiqing's gaze, and there was a kind of congestion that she didn't know how to explain. But the fullness of food brought to her, so that she has a kind of urge to regret even if she died.

Zhao Lanxiang looked at Sister He's empty bowl with a smile, very satisfied.

From a certain point of view, the elder sister and the old man of the He family were her benefactors. After she was physically and mentally injured by Jiang Jianjun, she resolutely filed for divorce and exposed the scandal of his marriage to his superiors. Divorce is tantamount to a scandal for Jiang Jianjun's booming career. How could he let her go so easily?

At that time, Zhao Lanxiang was like a bereavement dog. She was panic-stricken all day long. Finally, the sister of the He family relieved her and gave a scumbag a hard lesson.

Zhao Lanxiang pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Granny hasn't eaten there yet. Sister, you'll have a bowl of food for her."

With that said, she pushed the bowl of rice in front of her forward. The meat in the bowl was carefully selected by Zhao Lanxiang, and they were specially simmered in the pot for a while and simmered softly. The soft and rotten has a kind of soft and slippery feeling, which is suitable for the elderly with bad teeth.

Sister He nodded gratefully, picked up the bowl and went into the back room. She was really fascinated by the meal. She had forgotten even her grandmother hadn’t eaten supper. The cooking made by Zhao Zhiqing was really evil, and it was so fascinating!

...

The next day, Zhao Lanxiang packed cold duck meat in a jar early in the morning and sealed it tightly before putting it in his bag.

Today is the weekend, she also saves the trouble of taking leave with Li Dali, and it is also a good day, which is a once in a lifetime. The flow of people in Qinghe County will be much more than in the past. Zhao Lanxiang felt sorry for the delicious meat he had made without going to the county to do business.

Zhao Lanxiang went to the captain's house first after finishing packing. Li Dali pushed the door open and saw that Comrade Zhao was a bit big. He frowned and asked, "Come on vacation again?"

Zhao Lanxiang shook his head, "Today is the weekend, I come to Tang Qing."

She intends to ask Tang Qing to borrow a bicycle. Tang Qing is the only person in the village who owns a bicycle. As the man who owns the first 28-style car in the village, every time he rides across the road, he can always get a bunch of envious eyes.

After Zhao Lanxiang explained the intention to Tang Qing, Tang Qing nodded and lent her the bike with pleasure.

Although Tang Qing is not her hometown, she is from a neighboring city.

This is a boy who can sing and dance. When a group of educated youths are playing poker on the train or smoking and chatting boringly, he plays a song with an accordion and actively organizes the educated youths who are strangers to perform stunts together.

"Your noodles are so fragrant, I didn't have time to thank you last time." Tang Qing said.

Zhao Lanxiang stepped on this two-eighth bicycle and waved his hand at him. "I will invite you to have another meal in the future."

Tang Qing should come down. He said: "The bicycle is very high. It's not convenient for your girls to step on it. Remember to step on it slowly when you walk the mountain."

Zhao Lanxiang hurried to the county to sell meat. She waved her hand to Tang Qing and rode a bicycle more than ten meters away.

When Zhao Lanxiang came to a street in the black market, the vantage point was already occupied. The so-called vantage point is a place that is conspicuous, attracts attention, and can run at the fastest speed after the police arrive. She was new at a young age and could only walk inside obediently.

She found a remote place and stopped, shaking a clean cloth from the schoolbag and laying it on the ground. The food stall next to her squeezed her eyebrows. Maybe he didn’t want people to see him. He wore a hat, and his long brim almost covered his eyes.

"You are new here, I told you to put it here, it must be put in the dark!"

"Anyway, I have to sell things too. If you are willing to give me fifty cents, you can leave the things with me. I can sell them for you. So... what do you sell?"

Zhao Lanxiang slowly took out the pottery jar and slowly opened the lid.

The cold-duck duck meat is no longer the domineering power of the fragrance when it was first made, but it can still smell a little closer. Because they are marinated and marinated foods, they are not very good, and the sauce is so lumpy.

The young man who sold the food glanced back and glanced away. "Why are they all bones? How much do you plan to sell for a pound, do you want a meat ticket?"

Zhao Lanxiang said: "Of course, two pounds of meat tickets."

The young man was startled. "You are really delusional. I dare not be able to sell it for you. Change the price!"

"Although it's a black market, I don't take you so pitted. The reputation of our film is broken, and the four uncles will not spare you."

Zhao Lanxiang heard that "Four Uncles" didn't speak anymore and only silently took out a clean bowl and some chopsticks.

It took a while for her to pull out a stack of prepared notes from her pocket and hand it silently to the people coming and going on the street. In fact, she is not aimless, and only when she meets a well-dressed person will she pull out a note and show it to others.

"Delicious duck meat is prepared with exclusive recipes and is carefully cooked. It is spicy and refreshing, mellow and not greasy, giving you a full aftertaste."

She blinked and changed another note:

"It doesn't taste good, you don't need money, you can try it for free."

The young man withdrew his gaze, and there was an expression on his face that "heeded not to listen to the old man's words and suffered in front of him."

After a "sale" meal, no one cares, and Zhao Lanxiang does not care.

There is a grass on the mouth of the food seller, and Diao Erlang sits against the wall with his back, and the slightly raised corner of the mouth has a good meaning.

She rallied her confidence and continued to sell. At this time, she went straight up to catch a person who had passed by her, and immediately wrote a sentence on the white paper and showed it to the passers-by.

"The exclusive secret recipe is made, you can try it. It is guaranteed to be delicious, not bad, not money!"

Passers-by instinctively don't believe this girl's "advertising word", it's too exaggerated! What a precious meat, how can I not spend money?

What if you eat someone and ask you to lose money? So everyone saw the girl's words and didn't stop, but walked faster.

Zhao Lanxiang enthusiastically took out the chopsticks and bowl, and put a piece of duck meat in front of the guests. Under her repeated assurances that she would never pit people, the talent put the first piece of duck meat into her mouth suspiciously.

In an instant--

A fresh and spicy sensation stimulated his tongue. The stimulating sensation was like a gorgeous firework exploding in his mind. It was spicy and spicy. The numbness moistened the corners of the eyes, and the sweet taste of sweetness Flowing on the taste buds, people can't stop eating, the more chewy the more fragrant, and even the bones carry that fragrance.

This man quickly ate a piece of meat, even with his bones chewed and clean, and the scent of the hook in the bone marrow was more interesting than meat! He has never eaten such a delicious meat!

He lowered his voice and followed Zhao Lanxiang into the corner and could not wait to ask: "Is there any?"

Zhao Lanxiang nodded and said in a low voice: "Yes, fifty-one or two, and take two or two meat tickets."

Although this price is a bit painful, it is not unacceptable. The guests bought two or two duck meats and one or two duck necks in one breath, nibbling shopping all the way.

The first person who dared to eat crabs came, and Zhao Lanxiang gradually came to the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and eighth stalls. Every guest who tried it out would take out his pocket and buy a little bit more readily. The last guest simply bought the rest of the duck food.

They were astonished. They could not suppress the excitement by lowering their voices. "It's so delicious, so delicious!"

"Little girl, you have such a skill. What do you do? My mother-in-law doesn't even have the nails you made."

"Will you come to the stall tomorrow, but I didn't bring enough money today."

Zhao Lanxiang responded one by one with a smile, "No, only three stalls per month, the time is not yet fixed, please don’t have too much hope. In addition, in the future, in addition to meat tickets, cloth tickets, industrial coupons, fish tickets , Sugar tickets, soap tickets, etc. I also accept this, the value is about the same."

After she finished speaking, she folded her neat stalls neatly into the schoolbag and silently withdrew from the black market.

The food seller couldn't sit still and straightened his waist.

Oh, no money is made. It's rare to see a person with such a personality.

The author has something to say: It is just a day full of 200 comments, and see the hungry, irritating and muddy sprouting.

I decided that if I had another two hundred within this week, I would add more. (Please give me a chance to add more time)

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ps: A fifteen-character spicy comment is even better~