In the end, Zhou Yian agreed, mainly because Song Songbai did the wall-bang again.
Who can stand being pushed against the wall by a handsome and affectionate man?
Zhou Yian rubbed her eyes with an egg and wondered if Song Songbai had noticed that she liked this, so he used the wall-bang to force her into submission.
The main thing is that if she changes her registered age now and then gets married, it will be impossible to trace if something happens. Even if Zhou's father is nice to her, she hopes to help Zhou's father while protecting herself. She can't take his two big gold bricks for nothing.
Song Songbai gave her the confidence to face marriage, and she also wanted to seek his protection.
It's obvious that his father, a military officer, must be a very powerful person.
After Zhou Yian agreed, Song Songbai ran out excitedly again and said that the county was preparing the betrothal gifts. He originally wanted to take Zhou Yian with him, but she felt that she looked ugly today, so she didn't go and just asked the state-owned restaurant to pack some food for her to take back.
Zhou Yian narrowed her eyes. This guy is rich and dares to hide his private money. When the time comes, she will make him spit it out to her without leaving a single cent.
She was frightened yesterday and didn't dare to go out. She turned on the radio assembled by Song Songbai, and it was playing a babbling drama.
Thinking that winter is coming soon, I haven’t knitted the wool I bought last time yet.
She quickly took it out and started knitting to kill time. She bought two pounds of wool yarn. One pound and eight ounces was enough for her, but if she wanted to knit for Song Songbai, she would need two pounds and two ounces.
Knit it for yourself first, she is afraid of the cold.
That's it? How did you weave it?
An An was confused.
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Song Songbai hurried to the county town, and was even so excited that he ran.
Song Songbai felt like he had arrived in the county in an instant and knocked on Fang Lai's door again.
The big enemy Fang came to open the door, "What happened again?!"
"Where are the bicycle and sewing tickets I asked you to prepare last time?"
"It's not here yet!" Fang Lai collapsed. "Didn't you ask about it last night? Why are you here again? If you don't want to sleep, then I don't need to sleep either, right?"
Song Songbai had spent all his energy on the journey, but now he had calmed down. "Okay, I understand."
He glanced at the single guy Fang Lai with disdain and said, "When can you arrive? Don't delay my marriage."
"? You're getting married? When?" Fang Lai was really a little shocked. The last time he came to develop photos, he said they were just friends.
Song Songbai raised the corner of his mouth. "The exact time hasn't been decided yet, but it will be soon."
Fang Lai also looked at this man who looked like spring had arrived with disdain. "What brand of bicycle do you want? I'll deliver it directly to your village when the time comes. The sewing machine might be slow."
“Buy the best.”
"Okay, I asked someone I know to check out the guy you mentioned yesterday. He's a temporary worker at the steel mill," Fang said. "We haven't found out what he did wrong, but I think he did."
"As soon as possible." Song Songbai nodded. "Do you have any tickets left? Give them all to me."
What a bandit, Fang Lai thought, but he still gave it to him honestly and did not dare to delay his marriage.
Song Songbai took it and said, "Not enough, where is the black market here?"
"It's in the suburbs, go by yourself." After pointing him in a direction, Fang Lai slammed the door shut, feeling a bit too lazy to bother with his love-brained brother.
Song Songbai hid the ticket and prepared to bring it back to Zhou Yian, and then he went to the black market.
Now that I'm getting married, I have to learn to save money and take back all the money I gave away before.
Song Songbai stopped on his way to the black market and went to the post office first.
I spent some money at the post office and sent a telegram because I was afraid I wouldn't have enough time to write a letter and telegrams are faster.
Money for marriage.
Simple and clear.
I made another phone call and asked my friend who is a police officer if there was any way to change my age.
After finishing the work, he went to the black market again.
Beijing is too big, with countless black markets of all sizes, while the county town here basically only has a few places, the largest of which is in the suburbs.
Song Songbai walked over there. The suburban black market was well organized, and there were even people guarding it not far away.
Song Songbai took a quick glance and went straight into the woods.
It is impossible to charge an entrance fee, whether it is now or in the past. Anyone who dares to charge an entrance fee will be bold enough to open another black market.
It was relatively quiet in the woods, and both buyers and sellers were acting stealthily.
Those selling things basically squatted under the trees with a hat covering their faces. Each person had a backpack and stood by a tree, scattered around here.
Song Songbai looked at them one by one. He had enough food, so he didn't buy anything. He just looked to see if there was anything new.
The busy farming season is over and it's time to distribute the grain. Some people who need money will secretly come to the black market to exchange it, while others will go up the mountain to catch things and sell them on the black market.
Therefore, the black market was relatively prosperous during this period.
Song Songbai walked over and bought all the cotton from an old lady, which was just over five pounds in total. Cotton was expensive at that time, selling for one yuan and fifty cents per pound, so he spent eight yuan on more than five pounds.
They also bought some fruits that are unique to the mountain, which they couldn’t find when they went up the mountain.
I smelled the aroma of soy sauce in front of an old man again, and thinking of Zhou Yian's greedy face, I squatted down and asked the old man how much it cost.
The villagers make it themselves. When they make too much, they try to sell it on the black market.
Although most people here can make the sauce directly, there are some who can't, such as Song Songbai and Zhou Yian.
The soybean paste is very cheap, only five cents per pound. The old man has about ten pounds of soybean paste, but the jar is quite expensive. Song Songbai simply bought the jar as well and only spent one dollar.
Apart from things from the mountains and things they make themselves, there are not many new things. Most of the people come here to sell grain and coarse cloth, and some game.
Song Songbai picked out some game and coarse cloth to buy. He didn't know what the coarse cloth would be used for, so he thought of just stocking up.
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