"Li Zhiqing, I know people are biased, but you're being too biased. You boiled all the mutton for Yang Zhiqing to eat, and as a guest, do you think I should drink the soup?"
Yang Lie hadn't eaten mutton for a long time. There was no other way. Supplies were in short supply. Even though he was a public official, he couldn't eat too much.
Yang Zhaozhao held up her chopsticks and watched as two grown men almost started fighting over a few slices of mutton, while the mutton in her bowl was almost popping out.
Even Xiao Cui’s bowl didn’t have as much as hers.
Li Yiling is indeed quite partial. How does he know that I like to eat lamb rolls?
"Why do you, a grown man, eat so much meat? Eat the vegetables." In the end, Li Yiling's chopsticks won and he pushed the vegetables in front of Yang Lie.
Yang Lie was furious. He scooped up the round meatball and said, "What is this? It doesn't look like tofu."
"Beef balls, be careful, there's soup inside, it will burst..."
"Hiss!" Before Yang Zhaozhao could finish her words, Yang Lie took a bite and gulped down the soup. His mouth was almost blistered, but he was reluctant to spit it out and just swallowed it whole.
It felt like swallowing a piece of charcoal, which went down my throat and into my stomach.
Yang Lie: “…”
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the scalded Yang Lie and couldn't help laughing.
Xiao Cui looked disgusted and said, "Uncle, you are so stupid. If you put it in the bowl and let it cool down before eating, you won't burn your mouth!"
Yang Lie praised it very much, then scooped a bowl of beef balls into the bowl and ate them one by one, staring at Li Yiling from time to time, afraid that Li Yiling would snatch the food away from him.
Li Yiling, who was not so childish, gave him a look of contempt and picked up a piece of chicken wing for Yang Zhaozhao. The chicken was just out of the water and was almost bloody, so it was ready to eat.
The chicken is crispy and tender, but if you blanch it for a little longer it will become tough and the taste will be much worse.
Everyone ate heartily during this meal. Yang Zhaozhao added a lot of meatballs, which made Yang Lie's forehead sweat. He had never eaten like this even during the Chinese New Year.
The spicy and numbing taste made Yang Lie want to eat more.
The Xue family at the back of the house had closed all the doors and windows, but they could still smell the tempting aroma wafting over, which was really addictive.
Xue Mei: "Dad, I'm hungry!"
Xue Tao: "Dad, I'm hungry too!"
Xue Li: "Dad, I want to be Xiao Cui's child. They have delicious food every day, and I want to eat it too."
Xue Da's stomach was rumbling. He poured each of them a cup of warm water and added a few grains of sugar: "Come, drink the sugar water and you won't be hungry when you go to bed."
The three of them took a sip each and said in unison, "Dad, why isn't it sweet?"
Xue Da: “…”
Ahhh, this life is really unbearable!
Yang Zhaozhao and the others, after eating and drinking, started to clean up.
Yang Lie saw that it was getting late and was about to leave, but he kept staring at Yang Zhaozhao, which made Yang Zhaozhao think that he had feelings for her.
Yang Lie reminded him: "Smoke."
Yang Zhaozhao: "Oh no, I forgot. Wait for me, I'll get it for you right away."
He walked over to the toilet and came back with two packs of cigarettes tucked under his arm. "Just two, no more."
Yang Lie's eyes lit up: "Two are enough. I'll need more next time they're available."
"After the 15th!" Yang Zhaozhao already had it in her hand, and she couldn't just take it out so easily. She had to pretend that it was very valuable.
"Okay, I'll come see you on the 15th." Yang Lieyi, cigarette wrapped in his coat, said, "There will be a crackdown in a few days, so don't run around. If you have nothing to do, stay home and read more books."
Yang Zhaozhao nodded in acceptance, knowing that he was reminding her to stay away.
Since he didn't have that much money on him, Yang Lie wrote an IOU to Yang Zhaozhao, saying that he would pay it off within three days. Yang Zhaozhao accepted the IOU.
"Thank you for your treat tonight. Remember to invite me next time you want to have hotpot. I'll pay for the food." Life is not easy for everyone these days, and people are simple. Even when you go to someone's house for dinner, you have to bring rice and noodles.
Yang Zhaozhao was looking at five yuan under her math book.
A hotpot meal costs five yuan, Yang Lie is losing money, he could buy five kilograms of pork with that money!
However, five yuan is not enough to eat such a sumptuous hot pot here. Apart from other things, even the lamb and beef are rare.
Especially beef, which is slaughtered only when it either dies of disease or is injured and can no longer be kept alive.
Who would be willing to kill such good beef?
Oxen are used to plow the fields and drive carts to pull goods.
On the third day, Yang Lie really came to give money and brought some chestnuts. They happened to be eating dumplings, so Yang Lie didn't hesitate. He took the bowl and ate ten dumplings, drank a bowl of dumpling soup with green onions, and almost crossed his legs.
"Your family is really generous with their food. These dumplings are all made of meat. Your farm must have produced a lot of meat, right?" Yang Lie's occupational disease kicked in and he began to question.
Yang Zhaozhao ate the frozen pear and nodded, "It's not too much meat, just enough to eat."
No way!
The meat in Yang Zhaozhao’s material space was so abundant.
If it weren't for the recent crackdown, she would have gone out to sell meat to improve the food for the people of Fengcheng so that they wouldn't have to go without pork by the end of the year.
Knowing Yang Zhaozhao was being modest, he ate a dumpling in two bites, and when he was satisfied, he left two yuan, saying he had some official business to attend to and would go back to the office. He also reminded him, "The weather has been nice lately, so you can go out for a walk if you have nothing to do."
Yang Zhaozhao smiled: "Okay!"
Yang Zhaozhao saved the six hundred yuan in his space and discussed with Li Yiling: "How about we go sell some pork?"
"Okay, where do you want to sell it?" Li Yiling made a cup of Pu'er tea for Yang Zhaozhao, and while she was thinking about where to buy it, he dropped a drop of dew into it.
The faint fragrance of bamboo leaves filled his nose. Li Yiling was satisfied and handed it to Yang Zhaozhao: "It's still a little hot, be careful!"
Yang Zhaozhao blew on it, took a sip, and squinted her eyes in pleasure. After drinking this cup of tea, she felt much more relaxed and refreshed, and finishing a few papers was effortless.
The next day, Li Yiling said that a book he had found might be sold out, so he went to the bookstore to check it out, and asked Yang Zhaozhao to wait for him to come back before going out together.
Yang Zhaozhao didn't wait, thinking it would be fine to go out alone, so he contacted Wang Xiaowei: "I have a batch of pork on hand. You can find a place to set up a temporary black market and close the stall after selling out."
"How much is a batch?" Wang Xiaowei was curious.
Yang Zhaozhao made a number.
"One hundred pounds?"
“The pattern is small.”
"One...one thousand?" He took a breath as he said this. That used to be five big fat pigs.
"It's ten thousand." Yang Zhaozhao wanted to take it out to test the waters and see if he could sell it.
Wang Xiaowei almost fell to his knees. "This... is a bit too much! I've never seen so much pork in my life."
"You'll see for yourself soon." Yang Zhaozhao either doesn't want to play, or he wants to do something big.
Wang Xiaowei admired her. He clenched his fist and said, "Don't worry, sister. Leave it to me. I'll arrange a place and spread the word. I've already sold it under Chang'an Bridge. How about it?"
"Okay." Yang Zhaozhao nodded. "This time the salary is ten yuan, and two pounds of pork. Call your little brother to come along."
"Okay!" Not to mention ten dollars, they would be willing to pay even five dollars, as there are more than a dozen mouths at home waiting to eat!
Not to mention the temptation of two pounds of pork.
After making sure, Yang Zhaozhao prepared to leave. After riding his bicycle for a while, he noticed that there were two bicycles following him.
The vigilant Yang Zhaozhao hurried up, trying to get rid of them.
Who knew that not long after riding, they would see a bicycle parked at the intersection. The person on the bicycle narrowed their eyes and stared at Yang Zhaozhao. The three of them approached step by step: "Yang Zhiqing, don't worry about going home in such a cold weather. We would like to invite you for a cup of tea and a chat."
Looking at the three men who came with ill intentions, Yang Zhaozhao gripped the handlebars tightly and said, "I have nothing to talk to you about. Get out of the way, or I'll scream."
The man who blocked the road pulled out a wooden cannon from his arms and gave Yang Zhaozhao a wicked smile: "Let's see who is louder, your screams, or my wooden cannon."
Yang Zhaozhao: “…”
What the hell!!!
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