Wang Bo nodded and said, "Pack it however you like. Just let me know if you need me to do anything."
Su Zhenzhu feigned happiness and said, "That's great! I'll take care of packing after you leave for work tomorrow. Oh, by the way, where's your cellar? I'd like to pickle some vegetables, do you have a jar?"
She couldn't wait for the rain to cause the cellar to collapse. Just seeing Wang Bo's strange face made her want to vomit.
Wang Bo quickly led her to a corner of the courtyard, moved a large stone on the ground, and said with great delight:
"The cellar has two entrances, one here and one in the side room, under that mat with the goldfish pattern."
This entrance is a bit spacious, so you can go down from here.
There are two clean vats inside.
However, don't go down alone. There might be no oxygen down there, and you might faint inside. It's very dangerous.
"I know!"
Su Zhenzhu asked excitedly, "Wang Bo, what kind of pickled vegetables do you like? Green beans? Chili peppers? Or carrots?"
Wang Bo looked at her tenderly: "I like them all—I like to eat anything you make."
Su Zhenzhu immediately got goosebumps all over her body, and quickly said that she was tired. She went back to the main room and lay down.
That evening, Wang Bo took a thorough bath and boiled two large kettles of water. He gently asked from outside the main room, "Wife, shall I run you a bath? I've scrubbed the tub three times already!"
Su Zhenzhu's voice came from inside the room: "Wang Bo, I'm so sorry, I... I got my period."
Wang Bo's voice suddenly became listless: "Oh, well... that's alright. Shall I make you some brown sugar water?"
Su Zhenzhu frowned: "You even know that women should drink brown sugar water at this time? Haven't you never had a boyfriend?"
"I...I heard it from the female colleagues in my unit." Only then did Wang Bo realize that he had let something slip, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
In fact, he had served Widow Zhang several times.
That woman, for some reason, had three children and also suffered from menstrual cramps.
"Alright, then let's have some brown sugar water."
Su Zhenzhu pretended to be a little weak.
A few minutes later, she was able to drink the brown sugar water at the perfect temperature.
It's cloyingly sweet.
A strange feeling welled up in Su Zhenzhu's heart.
She suddenly realized that spending her life with Wang Bo like this might not be so bad.
Wang Bo is kind-hearted, hardworking, and very thoughtful...
Thinking this, she looked up at Wang Bo's face.
Instantly, all my fantasies vanished.
Wang Bo's face, with its disjointed features, made her feel intensely uncomfortable.
She couldn't hold it in; as soon as she opened her mouth, she spat out the brown sugar water she had just drunk.
Are you alright?
Wang Bo found it a bit strange; he'd never seen Widow Zhang vomit during her period.
Is there something wrong with this Su Zhenzhu?
Su Zhenzhu waved her hand, pretending to be very weak.
Wang Bo helped her rinse her mouth and then mopped the floor twice.
Su Zhenzhu turned her face away, no longer looking at him, silently thinking: Just one day. I'll get the secret recipe tomorrow and then leave.
Su Yin regretted leaving Wang Bo's house as soon as she reached the alley entrance.
Reason told him that Wang Bo's house was the best hiding place.
But somehow, anger clouded his judgment.
He stood at the alley entrance for a while, then sadly realized that since someone else had already signed up, he was bound to be assigned to this village.
There is nowhere to escape.
Then... he counted the money in his pocket again.
His stock on the black market consisted of ten watches of various styles, which were being consigned for sale.
The agreed consignment price is 120 yuan, no ticket required.
The watches weren't exactly legitimately acquired, and no one else dared to take them, but he stepped forward and accepted them.
The price they offered was very low, only 300 yuan.
I waited quite a while, but the seller didn't come looking for trouble.
People in the black market were all amazed, feeling that he had gotten a great deal.
However, due to recent heightened tensions, he has not allowed anyone to ship the goods.
This shipment represented almost his entire fortune.
It seems he needs to have some cash on him now.
So he casually took the hat that the family at the alley entrance was hanging on the clothesline at their door, pulled the brim down, and headed straight for the black market.
The guard at the entrance was his friend who had been drinking with him the night before.
Upon seeing him, his friend laughed and cursed, "Just woke up? You slept so well, while I've had a headache all day!"
Su Yin smiled, her nerves on edge: "Is Lao Fang here?"
"He should be here, but I haven't seen him come out," my friend replied.
Su Yin pulled down her hat brim again and pointed to her friend's clothes: "Change them."
My friend scoffed, "Why are you suddenly being so cautious?"
Su Yin pulled off his shirt: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm in a hurry."
After saying that, the two quickly exchanged their shirts.
Su Yin went straight to a closed door deep in the black market and knocked on the door with the agreed-upon code: three short knocks, one long knock, and then three short knocks again.
The door opened.
He pushed open the door and saw Old Fang, now bald, sitting back in a rocking chair, drinking tea.
A radio was playing a broadcast nearby.
Old Fang laughed: "You little rascal, you're not trying to pressure me to ship the goods, are you? I wouldn't dare do that anytime soon!"
Su Yin said directly, "I have something to do and urgently need money. You can buy my batch of goods for eighty."
Old Fang sat up straight: "Sixty."
Su Yin: "Seventy-five, it can't go any lower."
Old Fang: "Sixty. You've already made half the profit, so you should let the brothers have a piece of the pie too, right?"
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