The next day, Zhao Meiya got up to steam buns and was surprised to see the extra food in the kitchen.
She originally thought that He Xiasheng bought it with the universal food coupons, but when she asked she found out that it was not the case. However, she did not rush to wake up He Ruixue, but only asked her at breakfast.
"Yes, last night after the market was over, a man passed by my house carrying a load. I saw that his shoulder pole was bent, so I asked him what was inside. He said it was grain. I saw that the price was not expensive, so I bought a lot to store."
"Nonsense! How could there be so much grain to sell? He must be afraid of getting caught, so he didn't even go to the market. He just wandered the streets looking for a generous buyer."
He Ruixue stared, pretending to be confused, "Really? Could it be that I was deceived?"
"It doesn't matter where he comes from, as long as the food is genuine. I checked, it's all good rice and flour, and the flour doesn't have any bran mixed in.
The rice, too, has been completely husked. He must be some troublemaker from a cadre family, his brain fuzzy, trading such a good thing for money.
"If he wasn't confused, I wouldn't be able to buy such good food."
"That's right. After all, we got a good deal. You're so generous, he might come back to you next time. Remember to buy more. In a pinch, food is more useful than money."
"Okay, what if his family feels they've been wronged and come to our house?"
"I'm still afraid of him. Just deny it even if you beat him to death. Otherwise, I'll spread the word that the children of cadres' families are speculating and profiteering, becoming masters and still trying to make money from the poor. I wonder who would back down!"
Zhao Meiya never pushes away things she has obtained.
Back in the house, He Ruixue took out the letter paper and began to write a letter to Ren Chengmian.
She heard that he had returned to the army and that they had to maintain a good relationship. Of course, in order to avoid misunderstandings, she told him at the beginning of their daily conversation that she had a partner. She also took advantage of her curiosity about her brother-in-law's military career to ask about his experience in the army.
After writing, she folded the letter and pinched the corners with her fingertips to seal it tightly. A dark flash in her eyes, "No rush."
Huo Tingxun is more difficult to deal with than Sun Laiyi, but she can always find a breakthrough.
Still the old way, clip his wings first.
He Qiu Sheng and Pan Shuyu are both easy-going people who can adapt well to any situation. As long as they can be provided with a stable and comfortable environment, they can stay there for several years.
However, there is a saying that diligent parents raise lazy sons, and lazy parents raise diligent sons. This statement actually has some basis.
Influenced by them, He Xiaohua did not catch the lazy habit. Instead, he did everything by himself and learned to wash clothes and sweep the floor at an early age. He was so sensible that it made people feel distressed.
After breakfast, the two of them moved out the lounge chairs and lay in the yard to bask in the sun.
When He Ruixue came home from get off work, she found that Pan Shuyu was nowhere to be seen, and He Qiu Sheng was still in the same position, with half of his face sunburned.
"Brother, you didn't lie down all day, did you?"
"No, I woke up from my nap and was bored, so I just lay down in the shade of the tree and enjoyed the breeze."
He Ruixue saw him exposed to the bright sunlight and wondered, "Where is the shade?"
"It was there just now, but the sun has moved, and the shady place has also moved."
Some of his sweat dripped into his eyes, and he frowned uncomfortably. He Ruixue was speechless, "If you feel too hot, why don't you move the lounge chair to the corridor?"
"Too lazy to move."
He Qiu Sheng turned over again, like a sausage in a stone pot, trying to fry himself evenly.
He Ruixue couldn't bear it anymore, so she pulled him up and threw him into the west wing. He Qiu Sheng lay on the bed like a puddle of mud under her force.
"It's so hot, Dongbao, bring the fan from your room over here so we can enjoy the heat together."
He Ruixue brought back two fans a few days ago. The body is made of aluminum, and the fan blades are blue and green. They are desktop fans with a square base. The buttons only have two functions: adjusting the wind speed and turning on and off. They don't even have the function of shaking the head.
The mesh cover on the outside is sparse, and the front and rear covers are made of less than ten thick iron wires. Not only fingers, but even children's arms can be inserted into them. It mainly serves to protect the fan blades but not the user.
She bought an electric fan from a big brand in Shanghai, Watson, a manufacturer that had been established as early as the Republic of China era. Their slogan was "free repairs after ten years of use."
In order to verify the quality, the manufacturer kept the fan spinning in the display window for several years for people to see, and nothing happened.
I want to replace it with a Hyundai, but after driving it for half a year, the bearings will have broken down.
At that time, listening to the phonograph and using the electric fan was a symbol of wealth, and the prices of the two electric fans were also particularly high.
During the hot summer, it was difficult to get goods from stores, so she asked the train attendant to bring them back. The two electric fans plus the errand fees she paid to people along the way cost a total of 280 yuan, not including the industrial ticket.
The old woman didn't feel hot and even had to cover herself with a blanket at night, so Zhao Meiya didn't understand why she spent so much money. Even if she wanted a hair dryer, she could just buy one.
He Ruixue sent the other one to Lu Lan. It's hard to be in confinement after childbirth and you can't be exposed to the wind, but it's okay to get some fresh air occasionally, right?
However, she also made it clear that this was a loan and would be returned after a month.
The other fan was placed in her room and was spotted by He Qiu Sheng early in the morning. He would secretly turn it on when she was at work, and it was hard to hide. When she came back and touched it, the back of the fan was hot.
But she wasn't stingy. For someone used to air conditioning, this thing was nothing.
"Okay, go ahead and move it."
"No, my legs hurt and I don't want to move. Xiaohua, you go. Do you know where it is?"
He Xiaohua nodded, kicked off the bed, walked towards his aunt's bedroom, holding the fan in both hands.
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