When I turned around, I saw a short and thin man standing at the door. He was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket and looked like a moving old winter melon.

Yang Zhaozhao had met him twice before. He was the husband of Xue Da's wife, the man of the family, Xue Da.

Yang Zhaozhao was not afraid. Even if the couple attacked together, they could beat the man down.

No wonder Xue Da's wife suddenly acted like she was possessed by a ghost. It turned out that she thought she had a backer and felt confident, so she started to act pitifully and beg for help.

Yang Zhaozhao's fists hardened, and he stared at Xue Da with a fierce and fierce look.

Xue Da: “…”

They are both so vicious, who do they want to harm if they don't work together?

I used to think that this female educated youth had seductive eyes, and I would have sweet dreams every night after seeing her.

When Xue Da was stared at by those seductive eyes, he felt a chill in his heart.

You guys should just hurt each other. An ordinary person like me can’t handle it!

Xue Da awkwardly avoided Yang Zhaozhao's sharp gaze, frowned at his wife who had been beaten so badly that he wanted to divorce her, and said, "Why are you crying? It's not like your husband died. It's embarrassing."

Xue Da's wife, who was waiting for her husband to support her, was dumbfounded: "!!!"

Is he still my man?

What does that look of disdain mean?

Look at my dream lover, and you treat me like this?

Xue Da's wife was heartbroken. In a rage, even without any pain in her face, waist, or legs, she jumped up and slapped Xue Da: "Xue Da, you bastard, I'm your wife!"

"Li Heqi, you hit me, you're going to die!" Being slapped in the face by a woman in public, Xue Da was so shameless that he was so angry that he slapped her.

Yang Zhaozhao, who was waiting to find trouble, was confused. She blinked as she watched the couple fighting.

Afraid of teaching the child bad things, he took Xiao Cui away.

Xiao Cui looked back at Xue Da, who was bitten by his wife and took a sharp breath in pain, and asked, "Sister, do you and your brother also fight?"

Yang Zhaozhao: “…”

Xiao Cui seemed to be thinking about something and said, "I remember when I was a child, my parents also fought. They thought I was asleep, so they fought secretly and made my mother cry..."

“???”

Yang Zhaozhao's jaw almost dropped.

No way?

It can't be the kind of fight I'm thinking of, right?

Yang Zhaozhao looked calm on the outside, but a thousand horses were galloping through his heart.

Brother Jin and Sister-in-law Jin, I really don’t want to complain, you guys are too careless in doing things!

Before Yang Zhaozhao finished complaining, Xiao Cui didn't even give her a break and continued, "Sister Zhaozhao, if Brother Li hits you, I'll help you!"

"Cough cough..." Yang Zhaozhao almost choked himself to death.

"We won't, we won't fight, don't worry!"

Guai Cui, you think too much!

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the person standing at the door. Thinking of what Xiao Cui said, Yang Zhaozhao blushed for no reason, his ears felt hot, and he didn't dare to look at Li Yiling.

Li Yiling frowned slightly, not knowing what was going on. "No, I heard it was quite lively over there."

"No, the couple started fighting." Yang Zhaozhao waved his hand.

Xiao Cui is quick-witted: "Brother Li, don't hit Sister Zhao Zhao in the future, especially... "

Before she could utter the last two words, Yang Zhaozhao quickly covered her mouth, preventing her from saying anything: "Don't listen to her nonsense. It's getting late. Go back and read."

To ease the awkward atmosphere, Yang Zhaozhao said, "It's so cold, so cold, so cold!"

Li Yiling raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Yang Zhaozhao who was avoiding his gaze, as if thinking about something.

Behind the house, the couple were fighting and arguing with each other and couldn't stop for a while. The children's crying could also be heard, but no one went to join in the fun.

When a couple fights, even if they die, they will not get involved, so that they don't feel that others are superfluous when they make peace tomorrow.

Li Yiling didn't bother to meddle in other people's business. He followed Yang Zhaozhao to his room and lit the kang, which was much warmer than outside.

Thinking of that electric blanket, Li Yiling felt a little warm in his heart.

Looking at Yang Zhaozhao filling a hot water bottle in his bed, he felt even warmer in his heart.

Yang Zhaozhao, who was filling the hot water bottle very seriously, almost got burned by a shaking hand. She turned around speechlessly, met Li Yiling's fixed gaze, and said, "Is it?"

Li Yiling's face flushed, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw her charming almond-shaped eyes. "I don't hit women, especially my own woman."

Yang Zhaozhao said, "I know!"

Why do you keep telling yourself this?

Does he mean not to hit me?

Yang Zhaozhao raised her eyebrows and gave Li Yiling a look that said, "You know what's good for you."

Li Yiling touched his nose, and under the attention of Nana Cui and Xiao Cui, he went back with the hot water bottle.

Cui Nai was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, with a hint of smile in her cloudy eyes. What silly kids!

It's really frustrating, I don't know when he will finally get it?

The next day, Xue Da's wife did not go to work, so Xue Da went to work in a secretive manner.

Seeing that the weather was good, Yang Zhaozhao decided to go out for a stroll and sell some supplies in exchange for some things, such as milk tickets.

Although there is a lot of milk in the space, and Grandma Cui drinks milk every day to supplement calcium, others will ask where the milk comes from when they find out.

Without milk tickets, they can’t sell milk at all. Yang Zhaozhao has to exchange some tickets and order some milk so that it will be reasonable for their family to drink milk every day.

The black market was also very lively today, with a lot more people than before. Everyone knew that the individual economy had begun, and some people had quietly started doing business.

Yang Zhaozhao saw someone selling food on the roadside the other day. It was salty bean curd. He hadn't had salty bean curd for a long time, so Yang Zhaozhao bought three servings and took them home. He paired them with fried dough sticks he had made himself. They were so delicious.

This is good news. Yang Zhaozhao knows that they are getting closer and closer to free trade.

On the black market, Yang Zhaozhao asked for milk tickets from everyone who came to him to buy rice, flour, or candy. Milk tickets were a rare commodity, and many people didn’t have enough for themselves.

Yang Zhaozhao didn't exchange the milk ticket, but received a big black ten.

An old lady came to buy flour. She pinched and took out a big black ten from her handkerchief. Many people didn't want it, but she saw that Yang Zhaozhao was kind, so she came to try her luck.

Yang Zhaozhao had never seen the Big Black Ten, and she wasn't planning to take one. But when she smelled the scent, she raised her eyebrows.

Unsure about something, Yang Zhaozhao could only ask for help from the material space: "Can you accept the money? I smell a fragrance, similar to the smell of antiques."

The space for supplies that returned instantly resounded: [Accept, accept all who come.]

Yang Zhaozhao raised an eyebrow: "Don't you only collect antiques and cultural relics?"

The mechanical voice in the material space was as emotionless as ever: [Cash is also required, and the Big Black Ten is also cash]

For some reason, Yang Zhaozhao could sense a hint of excitement.

Since she didn't want it, Yang Zhaozhao would definitely not refuse her: "Grandma, how many bags of flour do you want?"

"Four bags of flour, a pack of White Rabbit milk candy, and a pack of this fruit candy. What is this round thing?" The old lady's wrinkled hands were opened by the cold wind and were bleeding. She pointed at the chocolate.

"Chocolate." Yang Zhaozhao took a small bag and put it in the sack for her. He looked at his cracked hands again, thought for a moment, and took out a tube of hand cream: "This is thirty cents. Grandma, take one. Apply it on your hands before going to bed to prevent cracking."

"I can't eat it, why waste the money? No, I can buy three eggs for thirty cents!" The old lady disliked the hand cream because it was useless.

Since he didn't want it, Yang Zhaozhao didn't force it.

I received the big black ten and got the change. I watched the old lady return home with a sack full of things on her back. She seemed to be in a good mood and the wrinkles on her face smoothed out.

As the old lady left, a woman who was watching nearby came over and asked, "Is your hand cream really that good?"

Yang Zhaozhao nodded and showed her fair and tender hands: "I just wipe my hands every day. Look, are there no cracks at all?"

When women saw this, they envied him.

Not only is it not cracked, it is also white and tender, even tenderer than the face.

The woman knew that thirty cents was not expensive. It looked much better than the clams and the snow cream.

Besides, one stick looks like more than clams, so it’s a good deal.

What's more, it smells delicious!

The woman calculated it, gritted her teeth, and bought one to take home.

Yang Zhaozhao sold a lot of goods and received a big black ten, so he had some gains. He rode his bike back to have lunch.

Who knew that when I opened the door, I found someone acting suspiciously. I wanted to knock but didn't dare. I could tell at a glance that the person was not a local.

Without a word, Yang Zhaozhao grabbed the man's arm and twisted it, causing him to ache miserably. He turned to look over, wondering who was being so rude.

Looking at the distorted face, Yang Zhaozhao was dumbfounded: "Cousin?"