After leaving the air-raid shelter and the black market, Yang Zhaozhao and his friends were tired, so each of them rode a bicycle to go to Grandma Cui's side.
Grandma Cui looked at the two people who looked exhausted and asked, "You can have porridge tonight. It's just been prepared. I'll bring it to you."
Yang Zhaozhao thanked her and went to wash her face. She felt the skin on her face was a little rough, and then she realized that her face might be hurt by the cold wind after being exposed to the wind and sun for the past two days.
Seeing that there was no one around, Yang Zhaozhao took out a bottle of Dabao from her space, rubbed it in her palms, and applied it on her face to moisturize it. All women love beauty, and Yang Zhaozhao is no exception.
As she was rubbing her face, Xiao Cui looked up at her and said, "Sister, it smells so good, what are you applying?"
Yang Zhaozhao pinched Xiaocui's bark-like face and generously handed her a bottle of useless Dabao: "Apply a little fragrance after washing your face in the morning and evening, so as not to damage your face."
Xiao Cui was delighted: "Can I apply perfume now?"
"Sure." Yang Zhaozhao washed Xiao Cui's face. After drying it, the little girl waited expectantly for Yang Zhaozhao to apply perfume on her.
After applying it, I would wipe it and smile from time to time, and smell my hands: "It smells really good!"
Yang Zhaozhao smiled and touched her head. When they went to the house, they found that corn porridge was on the table. Li Yiling said, "Eat first if you are hungry. I will go pick two green onions."
Yang Zhaozhao didn't hesitate. She was so busy that she didn't even have time to drink water. Now she was hungry and thirsty, so she scooped a sip and drank it. But before she could react, Li Yiling gasped in pain.
Yang Zhaozhao, holding the bowl, looked at Li Yiling who was sticking out his tongue, raised his eyebrows slightly, said nothing, and took another sip of porridge.
Li Yiling's tongue hurt. The burning sensation made him look at Yang Zhaozhao with a deeper meaning. His gaze caught Yang Zhaozhao's attention: "What's wrong?"
Li Yiling didn't say anything, but strode over and first tested her bowl with his hand, which was very hot.
The queen stared at Yang Zhaozhao and said coldly, "Open your mouth."
For some reason, when he stared at her like that, Yang Zhaozhao's brain froze for a moment and she opened her mouth obediently.
Li Yiling ordered again: "Stick out your tongue."
Yang Zhaozhao: “…”
"Let me see your tongue." Li Yiling looked at the person with her open mouth, as if he would take action if she didn't cooperate.
What can Yang Zhaozhao do? She can only stick out her tongue and say with a big tongue: "Is this okay? What's so good about my tongue?"
As expected, just as Li Yiling guessed, her tongue was burned. There were scars on the tip and surface of her tongue, as well as blisters. "Yang Zhaozhao, can't you feel the temperature, or can't you feel the pain?"
Yang Zhaozhao: “?”
"Do you know that your tongue is blistered?" Li Yiling looked at the man with flickering eyes and knew that his guess was correct.
Yang Zhaozhao scratched his tongue and frowned slightly: "A little bit."
"What's going on?" Li Yiling swallowed his saliva. He had never felt that scraping the tongue was so unbearable.
He turned his eyes away from Yang Zhaozhao. A thought just flashed through his mind. He actually wanted to taste her tongue.
Li Yiling felt like a scoundrel.
He didn't have such dirty thoughts.
"I will be more careful next time." Yang Zhaozhao didn't want to say more. She knew that everything was her choice. She was surprised that Li Yiling actually found out.
Touching the boiling hot porridge, Yang Zhaozhao secretly warned himself to wait before eating it.
You can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry!
Don't think that you can stop treating your tongue as a tongue just because you can't taste anything.
Seeing that Yang Zhaozhao didn't want to say more, Li Yiling clenched his fists. Not wanting to embarrass her, he went straight to the backyard to pick green onions.
She had secrets, and so did he.
Although Yang Zhaozhao has many secrets, to him they are no longer secrets.
After they had eaten and rested for a while, Yang Zhaozhao and Li Yiling agreed to go to the night market in the evening, and she wanted to go and rest.
However, Li Yiling took out her money and pretended that he got it from outside, for fear of exposing his own space. This was an unnecessary move, and they did it many times afterwards.
After closing the door, Yang Zhaozhao and Li Yiling counted the money. It took them nearly an hour to tie the money into bundles with ropes, including 100-, 10-, and 50-dollar notes.
One, two, more.
Fortunately, the woven bag is big enough to hold so much money.
Yang Zhaozhao felt that one dollar was too little, so he gave Grandma Cui five dollars, saying that it was to thank Grandma Cui for cooking and that the porridge was delicious.
As for Li Yiling, Yang Zhaozhao said, "The bike you rode is yours as payment for today."
Li Yiling didn't bother to be polite with him and took the car keys and the five hundred yuan that Yang Zhaozhao returned to him.
When leaving, Yang Zhaozhao took a plate of eggs to Grandma Cui: "This is for Xiao Cui. She is too young. Give her a boiled egg every day to nourish her body."
"This...how can this be so embarrassing?" Grandma Cui refused to accept it.
Yang Zhaozhao said: "Xiao Cui worked hard this morning. This is what she deserves. Grandma, don't be polite to me. I don't need these eggs."
Li Yiling also spoke up: "Grandma, please accept it. It's for Xiao Cui. She smiles more than her peers. She should be compensated."
Only then did Grandma Cui feel at ease to accept it.
Maybe it was because she drank the porridge, but Yang Zhaozhao wanted to go to the toilet. Xiao Cui led her to a low toilet in the backyard.
As soon as Yang Zhaozhao entered, he heard a reminder from the material space: [A large vat from the Yongzheng period was detected. ]
Yang Zhaozhao widened his eyes in curiosity: "Where?"
Material space: [Please scan with a treasure-hunting flashlight. ]
Yang Zhaozhao just remembered that she still had this thing. She took out the treasure hunting flashlight, turned on the light and scanned it, only to see a large vat shape appear in the location of the manure pit.
Yang Zhaozhao: “…”
Not long after, Yang Zhaozhao walked out with a strange look on his face, looking a little unhappy.
Xiao Cui said: "Did you see any insects? Grandma said don't be afraid, they don't want people."
Yang Zhaozhao wanted to say that what she saw was more disgusting than maggots. If she wanted to get that big vat, she would have to get all the feces out. It was so smelly, so Yang Zhaozhao refused.
After resting in the guesthouse for two hours, Yang Zhaozhao was woken up. She washed her face to make herself more awake, and dragged her tired body to go find Li Yiling.
Unexpectedly, she saw Li Yiling sitting on a chair in the hall. She was stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?"
Li Yiling glanced at the front desk and motioned for Yang Zhaozhao to go outside to talk: "I went to ask around, and the night market tonight has been cancelled. They said there will be a big move, so there won't be any stalls."
With a bang.
Yang Zhaozhao almost fell to his knees.
256 were sold in the morning and 478 in the afternoon, which adds up to 734, multiplied by 160 per car, which is 117,440,000 yuan.
There are still 80,000 to 190,000.
Yang Zhaozhao was thinking about selling 500 bicycles tonight, which would be enough to pay off her debts.
Unexpectedly, Li Yiling came to tell me that the night market was cancelled.
How could Yang Zhaozhao not panic? She rode her bike to the air-raid shelter: "I want to go and see for myself."
Li Yiling did not stop him. Seeing that he was in such a hurry, he even forgot to hide in front of him. A bicycle suddenly appeared beside him. If Li Yiling had not been prepared, he would have been scared.
What else can I say? I saw it with my own eyes and she really has space.
They rode their bikes to the air raid shelter and happened to see the patrol inspection team, riding bicycles with flashlights tied to their belts to light the way, coming towards them.
Seeing that they were wearing armbands, Yang Zhaozhao braked in time, turned a corner and ran away.
Li Yiling followed suit and the two of them ran towards the alley.
Behind him, the inspector shouted, "Stop! Why are you running out so late at night? Stop right there!"
No way!
Yang Zhaozhao pedaled very fast, fearing that he would be caught.
The two men rushed around recklessly, playing cat and mouse for a while before they were thrown off.
The two of them arrived at the guesthouse, looking at each other, and Yang Zhaozhao's eyes were full of despair.
Li Yiling didn't know what to say for a moment. Looking at Yang Zhaozhao, who looked like an eggplant hit by frost, Li Yiling felt uncomfortable and said, "There's still tomorrow. The limelight should be over tomorrow."
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the clock in the lobby of the guesthouse. The hour hand was almost pointing to twelve o'clock. There were still ten minutes left. The gap of eighty thousand was not a small amount.
Yang Zhaozhao didn't want to talk. He dragged his tired body and said, "I will go to the farm tomorrow. Thank you for today."
Li Yiling frowned and looked at her nervously: "Are you okay?"
Yang Zhaozhao smiled a smile that was uglier than crying: "I'm fine, and I'll be fine in the future. I'm sleepy, I'm going to rest now."
After saying that, without even looking at Li Yiling, she went upstairs. After returning home, she watched the time on the alarm clock pass by minute by minute. Yang Zhaozhao spent the last minute, washed her face, and lay on the bed waiting to die.
With two beeps, the time is up.
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