Originally she planned to get up early to make snacks, but because of her period coming suddenly, Shen Qinghe did not make any snacks. Today she only sold crocheted woolen items.
If she hadn't wanted to buy some sewing thread, she would have rested at home today.
She didn't have an online ticket, so she could only look on the black market.
She also wanted to buy toilet paper. She was not used to using a menstrual belt. Even though He Xiuyun knew that she married Jiang Chunlin naked and got her a new menstrual belt, she still felt uncomfortable and awkward.
She has neither ticket.
Shen Qinghe is now particularly envious of those heroines who travel through time and space in books and have their own space. They have everything they want, but she has nothing, and she also has a husband who is a village bully.
Just as she was thinking about it, she saw her village bully husband disguised as a black market peddler, walking towards her with a net bag in his hand.
Jiang Chunlin saw Shen Qinghe looking at him with resentment.
He paused, what happened?
"Eat." Jiang Chunlin handed the net bag to Shen Qinghe.
The sweet smell of sweet and sour pork ribs came out. Shen Qinghe swallowed her saliva, reached out to take it, opened it and ate.
Jiang Chunlin glanced at Shen Qinghe's little face, whose cheeks were bulging from eating so much, and narrowed his eyes slightly. So, is she hungry?
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Chunlin waited for Shen Qinghe to finish her meal and was about to talk to her about work. Seeing that her face looked better only when she was eating, and now she had a donkey face again, he frowned and asked.
Thinking that Jiang Chunlin could get the bicycle tickets and sewing plane tickets, Shen Qinghe's eyes rolled, and she looked at him with bright eyes, sweeping away her previous resentment.
Jiang Chunlin, "..."
Is this woman mentally ill? She was looking at him like a villain just now, and now she is looking at him with admiration.
"Just fart if you want to. You're driving me insane!"
Shen Qinghe curled her lips and asked in a low voice, "Can you get all kinds of tickets?"
"What kind of ticket do you want?" Jiang Chunlin asked calmly.
Shen Qinghe blushed and said, "Toilet paper tickets and sewing machine thread tickets."
Jiang Chunlin remained silent.
Last time, I used two pieces of high-quality ginseng to exchange two tickets from Master Zhao. Toilet paper tickets and sewing machine tickets are not that difficult to get, but Master Zhao is a man and probably doesn't have those tickets.
Silence means rejection.
Don't expect too much from others!
Shen Qinghe inexplicably recalled a line spoken by the heroine in the TV series Do You Know? that she had watched in real life, and she felt the same way at the moment.
"This black market doesn't have these two types of tickets. I'll go look somewhere else."
Jiang Chunlin whispered to Shen Qinghe, then he stood up and left.
Shen Qinghe, "..."
So, his silence just now was not a silent rejection of her, but he was just thinking about where to get the two types of tickets.
About half an hour later, Jiang Chunlin came back and handed a few tickets to Shen Qinghe. He also brought back a bag of brown sugar and stuffed it all into Shen Qinghe's arms.
"I heard that drinking brown sugar water can relieve menstrual pain for women, so I bought you a pack on the black market." Jiang Chunlin said stiffly.
There was very little brown sugar, and there were two ladies who wanted to buy some, but he had to use his village bully's aura to scare them away!
"I'll watch over the stall for you, and you can go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy it yourself."
Shen Qinghe took it excitedly, two toilet paper tickets and five sewing thread tickets.
"Thank you!"
Jiang Chunlin reached out and rake his hair. This woman is quite polite!
Shen Qinghe walked into the supply and marketing cooperative and saw Luo Ailan at first sight.
Luo Ailan also saw Shen Qinghe and looked at her in surprise. Did she remember the time wrong?
Shen Qinghe walked over and handed the ticket to Luo Ailan, "Comrade, I want to buy a roll of toilet paper and five colors of sewing machine thread."
Luo Ailan blinked. She thought Shen Qinghe Jicheng had bought defective cloth today.
The relationship between the two of them was that of a salesperson and a customer. There was no extra words. Shen Qinghe bought the things and left.
After returning to the black market, Shen Qinghe began to pack up and said to Jiang Chunlin, "Let's go back."
Jiang Chunlin nodded. He also noticed that the snacks and clothes made by Shen Qinghe were popular, but these woolen things were not selling well.
As soon as I got home, I saw Zhu Qiaolan standing at the door looking over here, with a bicycle parked next to her.
"Comrade Jiang Chunlin!" Zhu Qiaolan saw Jiang Chunlin running towards him with a smile, ignoring Shen Qinghe who came back with him.
There was a smile on his face, but he felt helpless inside.
Isn’t it said that the couple has a bad relationship? Why are they still inseparable?
"Zhu..." Jiang Chunlin opened his mouth and looked at Zhu Qiaolan with a strange expression.
Zhu Qiaolan hurriedly said, "My name is Zhu Qiaolan, and my family calls me Qiaolan." We have met several times, so how could I still not remember her name?
Jiang Chunlin nodded and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"
"My mother made some cold noodles. I'll bring some over for you to try." Zhu Qiaolan comforted herself. The worse Jiang Chunlin treated her, the more it showed that he was an upright man who would not be seduced by other women.
Regardless of whether Jiang Chunlin wanted it or not, Zhu Qiaolan took out a small basin from the basket tied to the back seat of the bicycle, which contained the cold noodles her mother had rolled out and the washed gluten.
The small basin was handed directly to Jiang Chunlin, who stood there without moving.
Shen Qinghe took a look at the thinly spread cold noodles and found them quite appetizing. She wanted to eat them.
Jiang Chunlin refused to take it, but Zhu Qiaolan was also stubborn. She smiled and stuck the small basin in front of him, as if she would not give up until he took it.
Jiang Chunlin's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could pinch a fly to death. He glanced at the small basin, took it and left.
Zhu Qiaolan breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to touch her face which was a little stiff from smiling.
With a plop!
She turned her head and saw Jiang Chunlin pouring the cold noodles directly into the pigpen. Two pigs gathered around and ate them happily, making loud chewing sounds.
Zhu Qiaolan looked at Jiang Chunlin in amazement.
Not to mention Zhu Qiaolan was shocked, even Shen Qinghe was shocked.
A sentence I read in a book came to my mind: Men are all experts in identifying bitches, it just depends on whether he wants to or not!
If the atmosphere wasn't awkward, Shen Qinghe would have wanted to give Jiang Chunlin a little red flower.
Jiang Chunlin came over, put the small basin on the back seat of Zhu Qiaolan's bicycle, and said coldly, "Comrade Zhu Qiaolan, please don't send anything to me anymore. I'm a married man, and it's easy to cause misunderstandings."
Tears welled up in Zhu Qiaolan's eyes. She glared at Shen Qinghe in humiliation, then rode away on her bicycle in shame and anger.
Shen Qinghe, "..."
"Qinghe, what are you and Chunlin doing standing at the door?" He Xiuyun and Jiang Jianguo came back from work and asked in confusion when they saw the two standing at the door.
Shen Qinghe smiled and said, "Mom, we just came back and haven't even entered the house yet."
Jiang Jianguo held a bucket in his hand and said to Shen Qinghe as if to ask for credit, "Qinghe, are these crayfish enough? If not, I'll catch more for you tomorrow."
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