The 80s Chronicle: Addiction To the Army’s Young Wife

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Xie Zheng put this small change on Xu Ning. Although he didn't know why, but if there was no external cause for Yu Chunhua's pickled vegetables, such a big change in taste shouldn't happen suddenly. After all, he went to the imperial capital in his previous life. When I was there, I brought two cans, but the taste was still the same as before, without any change.

Thinking that Xu Ning used to work in the back kitchen of the hotel, maybe she did something in it, nothing surprising.

"What's wrong, I think it's too expensive, and it will be a joke when no one wants it." Yu Chunhua showed a relieved smile, and she felt a little confident in her heart.

After the lively breakfast, Xu Jianjun and Qin Xuejuan went to work, while Xie Zheng helped Xu Ning move two large pots of pickles to the cart.

Because the school is just across the street from the market, so Xie Zheng was going to help them send them there.

"I forgot to ask, today is Sunday, why are you still going to school?" The old lady locked the door of the main room, walked out of the house with the two of them and locked the street door.

Xie Zheng smiled and said, "My deskmate called me to play basketball at school, and the bag contained a sweatshirt."

Xu Ning followed her grandma, quietly listening to the chat between the two in front of her, while she looked around the village that had raised her for more than ten years with affectionate eyes.

I haven't been back for nearly 30 years, so I don't know what the village will look like in 30 years.

However, according to Xu Ning's understanding, this is a small town that is not very rich. Although there are still green mountains and green waters, it is difficult to develop too much. It is estimated that there will be no more.

However, even so, Xu Ning found that she still likes it very much now, quiet, comfortable, lazy and comfortable, working every day at sunrise and sunset.

In spring, there are winter jasmine flowers and the fragrance of peaches and plums all over the mountains and plains. In summer, crickets chirp. Villagers carry horses and hang out in small groups in the streets and alleys to enjoy the coolness. In autumn, they enjoy the joy of harvest to the fullest. Nibbling melon seeds and watching TV, admiring the snowflakes flying outside the window.

Thinking about life like this, it can be regarded as a life worth living.

Crossing the big soil slope at the entrance of the village is Dingnan Village, which is across the road from their Xiangshan Village. This village is very large. Xiangshan Village has less than a hundred households, but Dingnan Village has seven to eight hundred households. Therefore, the market in this village It is the only one in four miles and eight towns, and in their township, it is second only to the market near the township government, and the school that Xu Ning and Xie Zheng study is also in Dingnan Village, but I heard that the high school will be closed in two years. Moving to the township, Dingnan Village only left the elementary school and junior high school, but the high school hadn’t moved when Xu Ning escaped in her previous life. Her idea was that she had better be able to finish high school here before moving, otherwise she would move from home to the village. It takes about half an hour to walk. It's okay to say in spring and autumn, but it will suffer in winter.

It was almost seven o'clock in the morning, and there were already stalls in the market. The market was on a cross street. The street was very spacious, about 12 or 13 meters wide. The entrance was the daily necessities area, and the opposite was the In the apparel area, the fresh vegetable area is on the left, and the deli meat area is on the right. The division is very regular. If you want to buy something, you can go directly to the location, but there are booth fees here, and the fee for each booth is 20 cents. The price is not expensive, and no one will evade fares because of the two cents.

Pushing the cart, Xie Zheng and the old lady found a place in the deli and meat section, right next to a shop selling fried dough sticks and pancakes, and they could be regarded as enjoying the glory of the neighbor's stall here.

Yu Chunhua quickly set up the table, put two pots of pickles on it, then took out two dollars and said to Xu Ning, "Ningning, go buy a bundle of plastic bags, white ones."

"Got it." Xu Ning took the money and walked slowly to the daily necessities area.

Next to them was a young couple who were selling fried dough sticks and pancakes. They seemed to be in their thirties. When they saw Yu Chunhua coming over, they greeted her warmly.

"Ma'am, do you only sell pickles?"

"Yeah, there are a lot of pickled vegetables at home this year. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish them and waste them when I collect them. How is the business?" Yu Chunhua may keep a straight face all day long at home, but when it's time to be enthusiastic She's also not annoying.

"It's not bad, neither of us has great skills. We used to do this in the village canteen before, but now we can do it alone. It's a craft."

"Oh, this is amazing, the craftsmanship can last a lifetime." Yu Chunhua praised.

"Forget it, this job is not tiring, and I can do it when I am old." The proprietress squinted her eyes, and seemed very satisfied with her current living conditions.

Just as we were talking, the couple had already sent off two or three waves of people who came to buy fried dough sticks. It was still early, and people from the village would come to buy some fried dough sticks for breakfast. It seemed that the guests were very familiar with the couple. See is a regular customer.

"Ma'am, are you selling pickles? It looks really pretty." A young daughter-in-law next to her, wearing brand-new Zhenliang clothes, walked up to Yu Chunhua, "Why are you selling it?"

Yu Chunhua greeted warmly: "This is a big spoonful, fifty cents." As he spoke, he scooped up a spoonful with a rice spoon and showed it to the little daughter-in-law.

Seeing this, the young daughter-in-law frowned slightly, "Fifty cents can buy a big bag of mustard heads." Although the weight of this big spoon is quite a lot.

Before Yu Chunhua could say anything, Xie Zheng took out one with a spoon and handed it to the little daughter-in-law, "Sister, the taste of pickles made by my grandma is something that other people can't make. Add various seasonings, and you will know that what I say is true after you try it.”

Seeing Xie Zheng's actions, the little daughter-in-law found that this young man was really handsome. There was a saying in later generations that "face is justice", which was also very applicable in the 1980s. Most people would probably be surprised to see Xie Zheng's handsome and hearty smile. Can't say no.

He picked up the pickle sticks in the spoon with his fingers and put them in his mouth. Just as he was about to drop them, he could hear the crisp sound, and what the young man said was true, it was indeed delicious.

Nowadays, most people pickle mustard heads at home to eat the salty taste in it, but this pickled vegetable has a salty taste, but it is not the kind of salty taste that chokes the throat. On the contrary, the salty taste is very suitable, and it is particularly fragrant. The fresh ones are very different.

She couldn't help wondering how it was pickled, there must be something tricky in it.

"Okay, ma'am, give me two spoonfuls."

Yu Chunhua nodded hastily. It was not long after she came here, and she actually opened a business. How can she not be happy? The fact that the things she made can be sold is a great affirmation to her.

But... her miserable granddaughter hasn't come back yet.

Just as I was about to say something, the proprietress next to me tore off a few small white plastic bags and handed them to Yu Chunhua, "Ma'am, use mine first."