Siheyuan: Don't mess with me

“There is actually someone selling leather clothes!”

After buying the cloth tickets and walking outside the Pigeon Market, Zhou Cong noticed a newly opened stall.

There was actually a leather jacket on it.

Not to mention that leather jackets of this era are almost impossible to see.

Let’s just say that the style of this leather jacket is also different from ordinary ones.

Not only does it have a fur collar, but the lining is also military green.

I opened it and took a look and found that there was a red mark inside.

"400!"

Seeing that although Zhou Cong was dressed in ordinary clothes, he had a calm attitude, the stall owner still quoted the price.

"from the sky?"

Zhou Cong pointed his finger in the air.

"That's right! Although it's second-hand, it hasn't been worn a few times!"

The stall owner said.

Both of them knew very clearly what they meant, which was that this dress was an Air Force flight suit.

He caressed the fur collar of the leather jacket again, feeling soft and warm.

It looks like it should be a mink collar.

You know, only the first generation of Air Force flight leather jackets had mink collars.

In the second generation, the mink has become a protected animal.

Only later, when minks could be raised artificially, did mink skins enter the homes of ordinary people.

However, that will have to be thirty years later.

He took out a large stack of unity from his pocket, and after giving it a glance to the stall owner, Liang proved that he had the purchasing power.

Zhou Cong took off his black cotton-padded jacket and put on his leather jacket.

It's a little big to wear, but it's not bad.

Coming from later generations, Zhou Cong originally liked to wear one size larger cotton clothes.

Not to mention, the sweater I am wearing is extremely thin. If I knit a thicker one, this leather jacket will be no problem at all.

Without further ado, he paid directly and handed the forty coupons to the stall owner.

"Four-two flying leather boots, three hundred yuan, how about that!"

Seeing Zhou Cong's expression of not being short of money, the stall owner felt like he was looking at a Liangshan hero.

"How big are your shoes, how big are my feet!"

Zhou Cong smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Ha ha!"

The stall owner also laughed, opened a baggage behind him, and handed over a pair of leather boots inside.

Although it is second-hand, it seems to have been well maintained.

Zhou Cong doesn't mind either.

In fact, there are too few supplies, and there is no capital to despise.

Could this even be a fake?

Zhou Cong thinks it’s impossible!

It is impossible to fake light industrial products of this grade.

He put on his leather boots and took two steps, making a crunching sound on the snow.

To use a fashionable word, it is quite stylish.

"Leather breeches, the same set as these two, two hundred!"

Seeing Zhou Cong take out another three hundred yuan for leather boots, the stall owner said slowly again.

"Brother, can't you finish it all at once? What a waist!"

Zhou Cong looked at him with resentment.

"Can you blame me? How can ordinary people afford a three-piece suit?"

The stall owner replied quite reasonably.

"Okay! I guess what you said makes sense!"

Zhou Cong gave a thumbs up.

That is to say, you should take the money as money.

Try it on someone else, it’s seven hundred yuan for a top and shoes.

Silly Zhu has to earn one and a half years, and Qin Huairu has to earn three years.

"No need for the breeches, it's too hard to walk in them!"

Zhou Cong knew that this was a flight suit, worn while sitting and flying an airplane.

Although it looks cool, it is also warm.

However, walking is not comfortable.

If he had a motorcycle now, he could buy it and wear it.

"Give me some army pants!"

He also saw that the stall owner should have connections in the compound, so he also made his request.

"OK!"

As if by magic, the stall owner pulled out a few more pairs of military trousers from the big bag behind him and let Zhou Cong choose from them.

The price this time is much cheaper, but it still costs thirty yuan.

After paying the money, he stuffed his military pants into his bag and threw away his black cotton-padded jacket and black cotton-padded shoes.

"Brother, please give me the origin of these things!"

Putting the clothes on, Zhou Cong thought of the beasts in the courtyard again.

They would still cause trouble when they were fine, and now that they had done this, there would definitely be another wave of whispers and scrutiny.

"You dare to buy it, and if you sell it, someone will ask you!"

The stall owner understood and laughed dumbly.

"I can't help it, the neighbors are all a bunch of villains!"

Zhou Cong shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Okay! If anyone asks, just say I gave it to you. If you need anything good, call me anytime. You can usually get it!"

The stall owner was obviously a very energetic person. After speaking, he took a piece of paper and handed it to Zhou Cong.

"Cai Meng, xxxxx!"

I took a look at the note and found it contained a name and a phone number.

"Having a brain is almost like a business card in later generations!"

Giving Cai Meng a thumbs up, Zhou Cong reported his name again, turned around and walked towards Liang Ladi's house.

Putting on the new clothes, Zhou Cong felt that he was carrying wind when he walked, and he felt very much like those wealthy and wealthy people who would wear mink in later generations.

But immediately, he laughed at himself again.

My thoughts are still too low.

Can the mink of later generations compare to this bomber jacket?

This thing is too difficult to get.

There are rich people, but most of them are old people and young people. Who dares to buy this kind of clothes?

There are children in the compound who can get it.

But the most they usually dare to wear is something like a general's nickname. The upper body of this kind of flight suit is too eye-catching.

There are a lot of people who are really good at it, but they don’t have the spare money to buy this.

This set of things can cost an average worker two years' salary.

Don’t they eat, drink, find wives, or raise children?

You know, in this world, you can get a wife from the countryside for just ten yuan.

Even someone with looks like Widow Qin's would probably cost thirty yuan.

One set of clothes is equivalent to more than seventy wives.

Should you sleep with your arms around your leather jacket or your wife? Think about it for yourself!

Just after getting off work, Liang Ladi hurried back home.

She couldn't help but be in a hurry, there was still a little wild boar at home that she hadn't taken care of.

Moreover, I had just had close contact with Zhou Cong this morning.

Although she is not the kind of woman who relies on selling her sex and taking advantage of men to support her family and survive.

But I have to say...

It feels so good to have a man to rely on.

She estimated that Zhou Cong would come over in the evening, and she would have to cook a good meal to comfort her little man.

But we can’t let him feel like he’s doing nothing. He’s not even willing to give him a bite of more than a hundred kilograms of pork.

She doesn't need to take care of the children at home, they are all taken care of by Da Mao.

As a welder, Liang Ladi is not a weak little woman.

Although it takes a lot of effort to carry a wild boar weighing more than 100 kilograms, I can still carry it and throw it onto the chopping board.

It had been left in the house for a day. Although there was no heating in the house, the frozen little wild boar had almost thawed.

Her cooking method was absolutely simple and crude. She took off a pig leg with a knife, peeled off the skin, and threw the whole leg into the pot.

Stew it in a big pot, and eat it with garlic sauce when it's cooked. The taste is no worse than braised pork or something.

Then, mix in some cabbage heart to soothe the heart and relieve greasiness.

For the last dish, she planned to scramble eggs again, this time adding more oil to avoid burning the bottom.

The noodles were posted in the morning, and I just took a look at them.

Pure white flour steamed buns, I ate them during the Chinese New Year when my husband was still alive.

Then, there was no chance again.

It was also thanks to Zhou Cong who gave her fifty kilograms of food stamps a few days ago.

Otherwise, there won’t even be any fine food at home.

After all the busy work, the big pot is boiling, and the aroma of meat is fragrant, floating everywhere.

Although Ermao came out and watched it twice, I was so greedy that I sniffled.

But he didn't ask when the meal would be served, let alone take a sneaky bite.

At this point, she is quite proud.

Maybe her life is not good, but when it comes to educating her children, she can definitely guarantee that she will be worthy of her deceased husband.