151: Who hit him?
Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes slightly, but did not look at Secretary Jiang:
"Who hit you?"
"I don't know. She refused to admit it and insisted that she fell down. Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, I didn't ask any further questions."
Zhou Ziheng paused and made a decision that surprised Secretary Jiang:
"Go and see if she's still there and call her over."
"ah??"
"Go, call her over." Zhou Ziheng repeated it again and continued to sign with his head down.
Secretary Jiang then realized that he had heard correctly. Director Zhou had indeed asked him to find Yu Xiaoye and bring him back.
This is really novel.
You know, apart from work, Director Zhou rarely shows concern for other things, and it is even more unexpected that he would care about such an insignificant little girl.
However, the leader's order was his task. Secretary Jiang did not delay. He quickly put down the materials in his hand, got up and went out to find someone.
However, Secretary Jiang's trip back and forth had already wasted quite a bit of time.
When I went back to the mall to look for him, there was no sign of Yu Xiaoye. He had already run away.
Secretary Jiang had no choice but to come back angrily and report the situation to Director Zhou truthfully.
Director Zhou didn't say anything after hearing this, but his brows were slightly furrowed. There was an inexplicable sense of depression on his tough face, and it was unclear what he was dissatisfied with.
Secretary Jiang didn't dare to say anything more and found something else to do.
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Yu Xiaoye had no idea that Secretary Jiang had come back to find her.
When Secretary Jiang came back to look for someone, she had already ridden her bike to the woods near the black market and returned to the space under a big pine tree, preparing to set up a stall at night.
She had to first calculate how much a pound of shrimp paste weighed.
Without a scale, she used the buoyancy of seawater to calculate.
There happened to be bottled purified water in the warehouse, one bottle was 500 milliliters, which was exactly one kilogram. She first poured the water into a container, put the container into the sea, and noted the scale between the container and the sea level.
Then pour out the pure water and add shrimp paste. When it reaches the same scale, it is one kilogram in weight.
This is the method used in "Cao Chong Weighs the Elephant".
She weighed out a pound of shrimp paste and poured it into a large blue-rimmed bowl. She found that the height of the shrimp paste was just at the top of the blue rim of the bowl.
Therefore, when selling shrimp paste, this large blue-rimmed bowl is used for measurement.
In order to prevent being shortchanged, she can put a little more each time. If she encounters someone who is picky and really wants to weigh it, she doesn't have to feel guilty. Otherwise, she will have to argue with him, which will affect her business and not be worth it.
In addition to shrimp paste, she also plans to sell some oil.
The oil is also measured using a bottle of pure water. A bottle of water weighs one jin, but oil is lighter than water, so a bottle of oil is less than one jin, so let's say nine liang.
The original book mentioned that high-priced cooking oil on the black market can be sold for one yuan and fifty cents per pound.
Then she can sell these nine ounces of oil for one dollar and thirty cents.
These days, the family made a large clay pot of oil from tuna, and she filled twelve bottles with it.
If I sell all these twelve bottles of oil, I can earn more than fifteen yuan.
With the addition of shrimp paste, if everything goes well tonight, I can probably sell more than 40 pieces.
In addition to these two things, she also has some fish and shrimp, which she will sell when the time comes. There is also the tuna meat left after being fried, which is also golden, crispy and fragrant, so she sells it cheaply as snacks.
After preparing everything and seeing that it was almost time, she put on the military satchel she had bought at the field office's sales outlet. The bag was filled with money, all her belongings, twenty yuan.
He took out the waterproof flashlight from the yacht.
Then I started loading the bike and hung everything I wanted to sell on it.
A shoulder pole was tied to the back seat of the bicycle, with two bamboo baskets hanging on both ends. One bamboo basket contained twelve bottles of cooking oil, and the other bamboo basket contained a can of shrimp paste.
There were more than a dozen small fish hanging on the shoulder pole, each weighing about ten pounds. They were hanging headfirst on the shoulder pole with their tails just dragging on the ground. She planned to sell each fish for two dollars and fifty cents.
There was half a sack of shrimps on the front beam of the bicycle.
Shrimp were sold in large bowls, at 30 cents a bowl. Wouldn't this level of large shrimp be sold for over a hundred yuan a pound in the future? Yet now she was selling them for only 30 cents a pound. She felt sorry for the shrimp, but there was nothing she could do. The consumption level of the time was just like that. No matter how much she sold them, no one would buy them.
There was a wooden barrel on the front handlebar, and the barrel was filled with a bucket of fried tuna crisps.
In the basket on the front of the bicycle were some small items, including bowls, plates and spoons used when selling things.
In short, she used the bicycle's loading capacity to the extreme, and the bicycle was loaded with more than 200 kilograms of things.
Fortunately, this 28-meter-long truck is strong enough, otherwise it would have collapsed.
After loading the goods, she looked down at her outfit. She was still wearing the work clothes issued by the farm.
Although the dress has been altered, if she meets someone from the farm, they can still recognize it at a glance. She doesn't want people to know that she is from the farm, so she can't go out wearing this dress and must disguise herself.
She only had two sets of clothes, this one and the tattered cotton jacket she had worn from her hometown.
Fortunately, the tattered cotton-padded jacket was still there, so she wore her work clothes inside and the tattered cotton-padded jacket outside.
He then used the headscarf that the original owner had worn before to cover his entire head and face.
I still feel uneasy and have to put on some makeup again.
What makeup should I use? There is no makeup in the space. I want to paint my face black, but there is not even a bit of soda in the space.
She suddenly thought of cuttlefish again.
By the way, there should be cuttlefish on the yacht. Isn’t cuttlefish ink black? Just paint your face with cuttlefish ink. Make sure it’s so that even your own mother can’t recognize it!
She found a slippery cuttlefish among a pile of fish, pierced its belly, and the black cuttlefish liquid flowed out. She rubbed it in her palms and slapped it on her face.
She forgot the bruise on her left cheek.
He clapped his hands and heard an "Ah!"
pain!
I even forgot that I had a wound on my face.
She patted the other parts first, making them black, and finally rubbed the bruised area gently, barely smearing a little black juice, and took a picture of it against the glass of the yacht.
Well, it’s as black as if his father is from Africa. I’m finally satisfied.
Everything was ready, so I pushed my bicycle and returned to the woods next to the black market with a full cart of goods.
As soon as we entered the woods, everything in front of us was suddenly plunged into darkness.
The ground was a bit bumpy and she lost her grip and almost fell to the ground again with the bike.
Damn, if this jar of shrimp paste spills, she’ll have to jump into the river tonight to calm down.
Fortunately, she managed to steady the car and prevent it from falling.
The bike didn't fall over, but she found that she couldn't push it at all.
Hey-yo!
I recommend!
——I can’t push it!
The wheels were really stuck in the soft mud, motionless.
Mmp, are you selling an iron ball?!
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