When Lihua came back and saw Zhao Wenwen lying on the bed, she laughed at her, "I thought you were living a glorious life thanks to that bitch Yang Zhaozhao, but I didn't expect you to end up in such a miserable state."

Zhao Wenwen: “…”

"Are you disappointed or happy to see me back?" Lihua said disdainfully: "Zhao Wenwen, you can't even be a fence-sitter, how dare you betray me?"

"Hiss~"

The next moment, her hair was grabbed and Zhao Wenwen gasped in pain.

Facing Lihua's angry eyes, she didn't know if it was her illusion, but Lihua seemed even more cruel than before.

"I heard you almost fell into the river and died. How tragic." Lihua took out a pill and said, "You're sick, right? I have Analgin here. Do you want to take it?"

Zhao Wenwen's eyes lit up. She had a fever, but the heavy snow blocked the roads, and no one was willing to take the risk of going to the clinic to buy medicine for her.

"Take one pill and sleep for a while and the fever will go away."

Zhao Wenwen stretched out her hand, wanting it.

Lihua threw the pills on the ground, stomped on them a few times, and stomped them into the mud, saying contemptuously, "But why should I give them to an ungrateful person like you?"

Looking at the stained pills, Zhao Wenwen gritted her teeth, fell off the kang, picked up the pills in the mud, and swallowed them whole.

The food tasted terrible, so Zhao Wenwen had to take medicine to survive.

No one poured her some water, so Zhao Wenwen grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into her mouth. The cold snow melted her feverish mouth, and she became a little more sober.

Looking at her own embarrassment and thinking about her own situation, Zhao Wenwen laughed at herself: "Zhao Wenwen, you really deserve it. How can you leave your fate to others?"

Whether it is Lihua or Yang Zhaozhao, they are not your salvation.

Zhao Wenwen bit her lip and tasted blood. In this sick and dying winter, she secretly swore that she would make those who looked down on her and hurt her pay the price in the future.

Especially Yang Zhaozhao and Lihua.

None of them will have an easy life.

......

"The weather will be better in two days, and we will go back to the city. Grandma Cui needs a follow-up check-up." Yang Zhaozhao said to Li Yiling while massaging Grandma Cui's legs and feet.

Li Yiling nodded: "Our farm has already started the holiday. The educated youth who went back to Taiwan will leave in the next few days, and the rest will stay on duty at the farm."

"I exchanged some food with someone and got some food so I can stay in the city for a while." Li Yiling knew that there were many things to do living here and many people wanted to take advantage of him.

Ever since Niu Wa's mother went back and spread the word that Yang Zhaozhao's family had a lot of food, many people from the village came to visit, and they couldn't study well at all.

Yang Zhaozhao has been very irritable these days. Studying is already difficult for him, and people come to disturb him from time to time. Even if they are not allowed in, the knocking on the door is annoying.

"I'll also ask Lin Chao for leave." Yang Zhaozhao was eager to go back to the city. She wondered if Wang Dajun had found anything good for her.

She still has a debt of one hundred thousand!

Today is November 8th, there is still one month and two days left, and the debt of one hundred thousand cannot be repaid. Yang Zhaozhao can only be forced to follow the original plot.

Yang Zhaozhao refused.

Knowing that Lin Chao liked to smoke, Yang Zhaozhao brought two packs of cigarettes, five kilograms of Fuqiang flour, and a piece of pickled Wuxi meat.

Lin Chao saw her attitude and knew she had something to ask for: "When the weather gets better in a few days and the soil isn't frozen, you still have to go to work. It's not like you won't get any work points."

"Grandma Cui needs a follow-up check-up and rehabilitation training. I think it's more convenient in the city, so I'll stay with her for a few days. If the farm needs me, I'll come back right away." As he said that, Yang Zhaozhao stuffed ten yuan into the hand.

Lin Chao's eyes lit up, and he hesitated for a moment, covered the money with a cigarette, and waved his hand for her to take it.

Lin Chao's family was in financial difficulty, and he had to send money back home every day. If he didn't make some money when it was convenient, how could he send more than a thousand yuan back home every day in a remote and cold place like 627, where there was not much water left after the grain was handed over?

Yang Zhaozhao's ten dollars is very touching.

After taking care of Lin Chao, they packed up the same day. Grandma Cui had difficulty moving, so they asked her to sit on Li Yiling's bike and tied a rope around her waist to prevent her from falling.

Yang Zhaozhao brought Xiao Cui, who was wearing warm clothes, said hello to Grandma Wang and the others, put one third of the uneaten rice and flour at Grandma Wang's house, and left with their people.

In fact, all the valuables and uneaten items were placed in Yang Zhaozhao's space, otherwise the small bicycle would not be able to carry all the belongings.

At around three or four in the afternoon, they returned to the city.

Grandma Cui was in a good mood as she looked at the old house where she had lived for decades. She asked Yang Zhaozhao to help her look around and found that the house was almost the same as when they left, so she felt relieved.

Grandma Cui's neighbors knew they were back and came to see them.

Yang Zhaozhao politely made some tea, took out some fresh red dates, and a handful of candy for each person, and explained that he had something to do outside, so he left on his bicycle.

She didn't go anywhere else, but went directly to the black market in the air-raid shelter. There was a transaction before dark.

Wang Dajun's eyes lit up when he saw Yang Zhaozhao, who had been hiding from the public. "Big sister, you're here. I've been waiting for you for a few days. Do you have a free car?"

"Have the previous thirty cars been sold out?" Of course Yang Zhaozhao had. She had billions of supplies at her disposal, not to mention bicycles, she even had electric cars.

Unfortunately, electric cars do not conform to the national conditions of this era and cannot be sold.

"After I sell all of them, you give me another thirty... no, fifty bikes." Wang Dajun was excited. He made a lot of money from this batch.

He sold bicycles that did not require industrial tickets for two yuan each, and people were still rushing to buy them.

"Is there any news about what I want?" Yang Zhaozhao did not forget his purpose.

Wang Dajun winked and said, "I'm keeping an eye on it for you! I'll give it to you later."

Yang Zhaozhao smiled: "The taxi will be arranged tomorrow. Take me to see the things first."

Wang Dajun did not refuse. He took Yang Zhaozhao to the place where the goods were hidden, took out a teacup, and excitedly told Yang Zhaozhao: "I bought this for three thousand yuan. It is said to be a Jianzhan. Look at the pattern on it. It's beautiful!"

Yang Zhaozhao looked at the boasting Wang Dajun expressionlessly: "Jianzhan?"

"Yes!" Wang Dajun looked at Yang Zhaozhao, who was not in high spirits, and frowned secretly. Could it be that she really had some ability to recognize that this was a fake?

After all, not all teacups are Jianzhan.

Not all Jianzhan are worth collecting.

Yang Zhaozhao laughed, "I don't think I'm stupid. If you don't want to cooperate, you can just say it. You're not trying to trick me with a fake product."

Wang Dajun: “….”

The two looked at each other. Wang Dajun saw that Yang Zhaozhao was not joking. He slapped his thigh angrily and said, "It's fake. I paid three thousand for it. I was cheated. My money is gone!"

"My condolences!" Yang Zhaozhao watched him perform perfunctorily.

Wang Dajun sang for a while and found it boring, so he calmed down and said, "Actually, in addition to this fake item, I also received a small item. What do you think of it?"

Yang Zhaozhao had already smelled the scent of treasure. Looking at what Wang Dajun took out, he said, "It is said that this is the snuff bottle that the old Buddha used to smoke. This is the price."

When the snuff bottle came into Yang Zhaozhao's hands, it tasted really good and was authentic. The painting on it was also very exquisite. As to whether it belonged to that person, only an appraisal by the material space could tell.

"How much is this?" Yang Zhaozhao took a fancy to it. She would buy any antique.

Wang Dajun held up a finger and said, "One thousand is not much. It is my apology. I really didn't know that the Jianzhan was a fake. I will go find that person later. He actually lied to me."

Yang Zhaozhao was not easy to fool. She smiled and handed the snuff bottle back: "You should find someone else to take a look. As for my bike, I'll just sell it myself."

Wang Dajun knew that they had not reached an agreement on the price, so he gritted his teeth and asked, "How much can you give?"

Yang Zhaozhao offered: "Three thousand at most."

Wang Dajun felt distressed, as it would cost fifty yuan to take it back. Qi Ye said it was true, so if he sold it now, it would probably cost fifty yuan, and he would have to take risks.

If it's three-tenths, there's no loss, but the profit is not much.

Seeing Yang Zhaozhao looking hesitant about selling, Wang Dajun gritted his teeth and made the deal.

Yang Zhaozhao put away the snuff bottle, thought about cooking for Grandma Cui and the others, and rode back on his bike.

When Yang Zhaozhao found someone following him stealthily, he curled his lips into a smile and went to the alley.