When I turned around, I saw a short and thin man standing at the door. He was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket and looked like a moving old winter melon.
Yang Zhaozhao, whom I have met twice before, is the husband of Xue Da’s wife and the male head of this family, Xue Da.
Yang Zhaozhao was not afraid. Even if the couple attacked together, they could beat the man down.
No wonder Xue Da's wife suddenly acted like she was possessed by a ghost. It turned out that she thought she had a backer and felt confident, so she started to act pitifully and beg for help.
Yang Zhaozhao's fists hardened, and he stared at Xue Da with a fierce and stern look.
Xue Da: “…”
Both of them are so vicious, who do they want to harm if they don’t work together?
I used to think that this female educated youth had beautiful eyes that were seductive, and I would have sweet dreams every night after meeting her.
At this moment, being stared at by those seductive eyes, Xue Da felt half of his heart numb and the other half chilled.
You guys should just hurt each other. An ordinary person like me can’t handle it!
Xue Da avoided Yang Zhaozhao's sharp eyes in embarrassment, looked at his wife who was beaten so hard that he wanted to divorce her, and frowned, "Why are you crying? It's not like your husband died. It's embarrassing."
Xue's wife, who was waiting for her husband to support her, was dumbfounded: "!!!"
Is he still my man?
What does that look of disdain mean?
I see my dream girl, and you treat me like this?
Xue Da's wife was heartbroken. She slapped him in anger. Her face, waist, and legs didn't hurt. She jumped up and slapped Xue Da in the face: "Xue Da, you bastard, I'm your wife!"
"Li Hehua, you hit me, you're going to die!" Being slapped in the face by a woman in public, Xue Da was so shameless that he was so angry that he slapped Guo Hehua.
Yang Zhaozhao, who was waiting to find trouble, was confused. She blinked as she watched the couple fighting.
Afraid of teaching the child bad habits, he pulled Xiao Cui away.
Xiao Cui looked back at Xue Da, who was bitten by Xue Da's wife and took a sharp breath in pain, and asked, "Sister, do you and your brother also fight?"
Yang Zhaozhao: “…”
Xiao Cui seemed to think of something and said, "I remember when I was a child, my parents also had a fight. They thought I was asleep, so they fought secretly and made my mother cry..."
"???"
Yang Zhaozhao's jaw almost dropped.
No way?
It wouldn't be the kind of fight I was thinking of, right?
Yang Zhaozhao looked calm, but a thousand horses were galloping through his heart.
Brother Jin and Sister-in-law Jin, I really don’t want to complain, but you are too careless in doing things!
Before Yang Zhaozhao finished her complaints, Xiaocui didn't even give her a break and continued, "Sister Zhaozhao, if Brother Li hits you, I'll help you!"
"Cough cough..." Yang Zhaozhao almost choked himself to death.
"We won't, we won't fight, don't worry!"
Guai Cui, you think too much!
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the person standing at the door. Thinking of what Xiao Cui said, Yang Zhaozhao blushed for no reason, his ears felt hot, and he didn't dare to look at Li Yiling.
Li Yiling frowned slightly, not knowing what was going on: "Are you okay? I heard it was quite lively over there."
"It's okay, the couple just started fighting." Yang Zhaozhao waved his hands.
Xiao Cui is quick-witted: "Brother Li, don't hit Sister Zhao Zhao in the future, especially... "
Before she could finish the last two words, Yang Zhaozhao quickly covered her mouth and stopped her from saying it: "Don't listen to her nonsense. It's getting late. Go back to read."
To ease the awkward atmosphere, Yang Zhaozhao said, "It's so cold, so cold, I'm dying of cold!"
Li Yiling raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Yang Zhaozhao who was avoiding his gaze, as if thinking about something.
Behind the house, the couple were fighting and arguing and couldn't stop for a while, and the children's crying could be heard, but no one came to join in the fun.
When a couple fights, even if the couple dies, they will not get involved, for fear that after they make up tomorrow, they will think that others are meddling in other people's affairs.
Li Yiling didn't meddle in other people's business. He went to Yang Zhaozhao's room and lit the kang, which was much warmer than outside.
Thinking of the electric blanket, Li Yiling felt a little warm in his heart.
Looking at Yang Zhaozhao who was filling the hot water bottle in his bed, he felt even warmer in his heart.
Yang Zhaozhao was filling the hot water bottle very seriously, but her hand was shaking and she almost got burned. She turned around speechlessly, met Li Yiling's gaze, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Li Yiling's face flushed, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw her charming almond-shaped eyes. "I don't hit women, especially my own woman."
Yang Zhaozhao said, "I understand!"
Why are you telling me this?
Could it be that he meant not to hit me?
Yang Zhaozhao raised his eyebrows and gave Li Yiling a look that showed he knew what was going on.
Li Yiling touched his nose, and under the attention of Grandma Cui and Xiao Cui, he went back home with the hot water bottle.
Cui Nai was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, her cloudy eyes showed a little smile, what a silly pair of kids!
I'm really anxious, and I don't know when he will come to his senses.
The next day, Xue Da's wife did not go to work, so Xue Da went to work in a secretive manner.
Yang Zhaozhao saw that the weather was good, so he prepared to go out for a stroll and sell some supplies in exchange for some things, such as milk tickets.
Although there is a lot of milk in the space, and Grandma Cui drinks milk every day to supplement calcium, others will ask where the milk comes from when they know about it.
Without milk tickets, they couldn't sell milk at all. Yang Zhaozhao had to exchange some tickets and order some milk, so that it would be reasonable for their family to drink milk every day.
Today's Black Day is also very lively, with a lot more people than before. Everyone knows that the individual economy has begun, and some people have quietly started doing business.
Yang Zhaozhao also saw someone selling food on the roadside today. It was tofu pudding. It had been a long time since he had had salty tofu pudding. Yang Zhaozhao bought three servings and paired them with fried dough sticks he had made himself. It was so delicious.
This is good news, Yang Zhaozhao knows, we are getting closer to free trade.
On the black street, Yang Zhaozhao asked for milk coupons from everyone who came to him to buy rice, flour, and candy. Milk coupons were a rare commodity and many people did not have enough for themselves.
Yang Zhaozhao didn't exchange the milk ticket, but received a big black ten.
An old lady came to buy flour. She pinched and took out a big black ten from her handkerchief. Many people didn't want it, but she thought Yang Zhaozhao was kind, so she came to try her luck.
Yang Zhaozhao had never seen the Big Black Ten, and she wasn't going to get one, but when she smelled the scent, she raised her eyebrows.
Unsure about something, Yang Zhaozhao could only ask for help from the material space: "Can you accept the money? I smell a fragrance, similar to the smell of antiques."
The space for supplies that was returned in seconds was loud and clear: [Accept, I will not refuse any that come. ]
Yang Zhaozhao raised an eyebrow: "Don't you only collect antiques and cultural relics?"
The mechanical voice in the material space was as emotionless as ever: [Cash is also required, and the Big Black Ten is also cash]
For some reason, Yang Zhaozhao actually heard a hint of excitement.
Since she wanted it, Yang Zhaozhao would definitely not refuse: "Grandma, how many bags of flour do you want?"
"Four bags of flour, a pack of Big Rabbit milk candy, and a pack of this fruit candy. What is this round thing?" The old lady's wrinkled hands were opened by the cold wind and were bleeding. She pointed at Chocolate.
"Cream." Yang Zhaozhao took a small bag and put it in her sack. He looked at her cracked hands again, thought for a while, and took out a tube of hand cream: "This is three cents. Grandma, take one. Apply it on your hands before going to bed to prevent cracking."
"I can't eat it, why waste the money? No, I can buy three eggs with thirty cents!" The old lady disliked the hand cream because it was useless.
Since he didn't want it, Yang Zhaozhao didn't force it.
I took the big black ten and got the change. I watched the old lady returning home with the sack full of things. She seemed to be in a good mood and the wrinkles on her face smoothed out.
The old lady groaned, and a woman watching nearby came over and asked, "Is your hand cream really that good?"
Yang Zhaozhao nodded and showed her delicate little hands: "I just wipe my hands every day. Can you see if there are any cracks?"
When women saw this, they envied him.
Not only is it not cracked, it is also very tender, even tenderer than the face.
The woman knew that thirty cents was not expensive, and it looked much better than the clam and the vanishing cream.
Besides, one stick looks more than clams, so it’s a good deal.
More importantly, it smells good and is very fragrant!
The woman calculated it, gritted her teeth, and bought one to use again.
Yang Zhaozhao sold a lot of goods and received a big black ten, so he still had some gains. He rode his bike back to Tang for lunch.
But when I got to the door, I found someone acting suspiciously. I wanted to knock but didn't dare. It was obvious at first glance that he was not a good person.
Without saying anything, Yang Zhaozhao grabbed his arm and twisted it, causing him to feel extremely painful. He turned around and looked over, wondering who was being so rude.
Looking at the distorted face, Yang Zhaozhao was dumbfounded: "Cousin?"
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