When Lihua came back and saw Zhao Wenwen lying on the bed, she laughed at her, "I thought you were clinging to that bitch Yang Zhaozhao and that you were living a glorious life. I didn't expect you to end up in such a miserable state."
Zhao Wenwen: “…”
"Are you disappointed to see me back, or are you happy?" Lihua said disdainfully, "Zhao Wenwen, you can't even be a fence-sitter, how dare you betray me?"
"Hiss~"
The next moment, her hair was grabbed and Zhao Wenwen gasped in pain.
Facing Lihua's angry eyes, she didn't know if it was her illusion, but Lihua seemed to be more cruel than before.
"I heard you almost died in the river. How tragic." Lihua took out a pill and said, "You're sick, right? I have Analgin here. Want some?"
Zhao Wenwen's eyes lit up. She had a fever, but the heavy snow blocked the roads, and no one was willing to take the risk of going to the clinic to buy medicine for her.
"Take one pill and sleep for a while and the fever will go away."
Zhao Wenwen stretched out her hand, wanting it.
Lihua threw the pills on the ground, stomped them on the ground a few times, and stomped them into the mud, saying contemptuously, "But why should I give them to an ungrateful person like you?"
Looking at the stained pills, Zhao Wenwen gritted her teeth, fell off the kang, grabbed the pills in the mud, and swallowed them whole.
It tastes terrible, and Zhao Wenwen has to take medicine to survive.
No one poured her some water, so Zhao Wenwen grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into her mouth. The cold snow melted her feverish mouth, and she became a little more sober.
Looking at her own embarrassment and thinking about her own situation, Zhao Wenwen laughed at herself: "Zhao Wenwen, you really deserve it. How can you leave your fate to others?"
Whether it is Lihua or Yang Zhaozhao, they are not your salvation.
Zhao Wenwen bit her lip and tasted blood. In this sick and dying winter, she secretly swore that she would make those who looked down on her and hurt her pay the price in the future.
Especially Yang Zhaozhao and Lihua.
None of them will have an easy time.
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"When the weather gets better in a couple of days, we'll have to go back inside. Grandma Cui still needs a follow-up checkup." Yang Zhaozhao said to Li Yiling while massaging Grandma Cui's legs and feet.
Li Yiling nodded. "Our farm has already started its holiday. The educated youth who went back for vacation will leave in the next few days, and the rest will stay on duty at the farm."
"I exchanged some food with someone and got some food stuffed in. I can stay here for a while." Li Yiling knew that there were many things to do living here, and there were many people who wanted to take advantage of him.
Ever since Niu Wa's mother went back and spread the word that Yang Zhaozhao's family had a lot of food, many people from the village came to visit, and they couldn't study well at all.
Yang Zhaozhao has been very irritable these days. Studying is already difficult for him, and he is disturbed from time to time. Even if he is not allowed to come in, the knocking on the door is very annoying.
"I'll also ask Lin Chao for leave." Yang Zhaozhao was eager to return home, wondering if King Yu's army had found anything good for her.
She still has a debt of one hundred thousand!
Today is November 28th, and there is still one month and two days left. The debt of one hundred thousand cannot be repaid, and Yang Zhaozhao can only be raped.
Yang Zhaozhao refused.
Knowing that Lin Chao liked smoking, Yang Zhaozhao brought two packs of cigarettes, five kilograms of Fuqiang flour, and a piece of pickled pork belly.
Lin Chao saw her attitude and knew what she wanted: "When the weather is good in a few days and the ground is not frozen, we still have to go to work. It's not like we don't get work points."
"Grandma Cui needs a follow-up examination and rehabilitation training. I'll stay with her for a few days since it's more convenient for her. If the farm needs you, I'll come back immediately." As he said that, Yang Zhaozhao stuffed ten yuan into the bag.
Lin Chao's eyes lit up, and he hesitated for a moment in embarrassment, covered the money with his cigarette, and waved his hand for her to take it.
Lin Chao's family was in financial difficulty, and he had to send money back home every day. If he didn't make some money when he was able to, how could he send more than a hundred yuan back home every day in 627, a remote and cold place where there was not much water left after the food was handed over?
Yang Zhaozhao’s ten dollars is very touching.
After taking care of Lin Chao, they packed up the same day. Grandma Cui had difficulty moving around, so they asked her to sit on Li Yiling's bicycle and tied a rope around her waist to prevent her from falling.
Yang Zhaozhao brought Xiao Cui, who was dressed warmly, said hello to Grandma Wang and the others, put one-third of the leftover rice and flour at Grandma Wang's house, and left with his men.
In fact, the expensive food that had not been eaten was placed in Yang Zhaozhao's space, otherwise how could the small bicycle carry all the belongings.
At three or four in the afternoon, they returned to the house.
Grandma Cui was in a good mood as she looked at the old house where she had lived for decades. She asked Yang Zhaozhao to help her look around and found that the house was almost the same as when they left, so she felt relieved.
When Grandma Cui's neighbors knew they had returned, they all came to see them.
Yang Zhaozhao politely made tea, took out peanuts, red dates, and a handful of milk candy for each person, and explained that he had something to do outside and left on his bicycle.
She didn't go anywhere else, but went directly to the dark room of the air-raid shelter. There was a transaction before dark.
Wang Dajun's eyes lit up when he saw Yang Zhaozhao, who had been hiding. "Big sister, you're finally here. I've been waiting for you for days. Do you still have the bicycle?"
"Have the previous thirty been sold out?" Of course Yang Zhaozhao had some. She had billions of supplies at her disposal, not to mention bicycles, she even had electric bikes.
It’s a pity that electric cars don’t suit the national conditions of this era and cannot be sold.
"After they are sold out, you give me another thirty... no, fifty bicycles." Wang Dajun was excited. He made a lot of money from this batch.
He sold bicycles that did not require industrial tickets for two hundred yuan each, and people were still rushing to buy them.
"I have the bicycle, but is there any news about what I want?" Yang Zhaozhao did not forget his purpose.
Wang Dajun winked: "I'm keeping an eye on it for you! I'll give it to you later."
Yang Zhaozhao smiled: "The bicycle will be arranged for tomorrow. Take me to see the things first."
Wang Dajun didn't refuse. He took Yang Zhaozhao to the hidden place, took out a teacup, and excitedly told Yang Zhaozhao, "I spent three thousand yuan to buy this. It's said to be a Jianzhan teacup. Look at the pattern on it. It's beautiful!"
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the boasting Wang Dajun expressionlessly: "Jianzhan?"
"Yes!" Wang Dajun looked at Yang Zhaozhao, who was in a bad mood, and frowned secretly. Could it be that she really had some ability to recognize that this was a fake?
After all, not all teacups are called Jianzhan.
Not all Jianzhan are worth collecting.
Yang Zhaozhao scoffed, "I don't think I'm stupid. If you don't want to cooperate, you can just say so instead of trying to trick me with a fake product."
Wang Dajun: “….”
The two exchanged glances. Wang Dajun realized Yang Zhaozhao wasn't joking, and he slapped his thigh in anger. "It's fake! I spent three thousand on it! I got scammed! My money's gone!"
"My condolences!" Yang Zhaozhao watched him act perfunctorily.
Wang Dajun sang for a while but it was boring, so he calmed down and said, "Actually, besides this fake item, I also received a small item. What do you think of it?"
Yang Zhaozhao had already smelled the scent of treasure. Looking at what Wang Dajun took out, she said, "It is said to be a snuff bottle used by the old Buddha. This is the price."
When the snuff bottle came into Yang Zhaozhao's hands, it tasted really good and was genuine. The painting on it was also very exquisite. As for whether it was used by that person, only a physical space appraisal could tell.
"How much is this?" Yang Zhaozhao took a fancy to it. She would buy any antique.
Wang Dajun held up a finger and said, "One thousand, not much, it's my apology. I really didn't know that Jianzhan was a fake. I'll go find that person later. He actually tricked me."
Yang Zhaozhao was not easy to fool. She smiled and handed the snuff bottle back: "You should find someone else to take a look. As for my bicycle, I'll sell it myself."
Wang Dajun knew that they hadn't reached an agreement on the price. He gritted his teeth and asked, "How much can you give?"
Yang Zhaozhao offered: "Three hundred at most."
Wang Dajun felt distressed. It would cost fifty yuan to take it back. Qi Ye said it was true. If he sold it now, it would cost about five hundred yuan, and he would have to bear the risk.
If it's three hundred, then you haven't lost anything, but you just haven't made much.
Seeing Yang Zhaozhao who looked like he was not sure whether to sell the item or not, Wang Dajun gritted his teeth and agreed to the transaction.
Yang Zhaozhao put away the snuff bottle and, thinking that she still had to cook for Grandma Cui and the others, rode her bike back.
When Yang Zhaozhao found someone following him stealthily, he curled his lips into a smile and went to the alley.
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