Fu Zhawei's heart moved slightly.
Qingqing had just recovered from a serious illness and it was time for her to replenish her body.
He pursed his dry lips, and when he spoke again, his voice was barely perceptible, hoarse: "Comrade, another can of malted milk."
After a pause, he added, "I need ten kilograms of rice."
The brown rice at home is almost gone, and my sister is sick, so she always needs to eat some brown rice.
The salesperson obviously didn't expect that this ragged young man would buy so many "expensive" things at once. He finally raised his head and looked at him twice more. Without asking any more questions, he quickly issued a receipt and took the money and food coupons.
Fu Zhawei was carrying a heavy load of meat, duck eggs, malted milk and a large bag of rice. As soon as he walked out of the gate of the supply and marketing cooperative, the familiar "thump thump thump" sound came from afar, accompanied by a strong smell of diesel, and penetrated his nose.
It was Liang Bin who came driving the old Dongfanghong tractor.
"Hey, Fu Zhiqing, are you all waiting here?" Liang Bin poked his head out from the driver's seat, grinning to reveal his yellowed teeth from tobacco smoke, and greeted him in a rough voice.
His eyes quickly fell on the things at Fu Zhawei's feet, and his tone was filled with undisguised surprise, "Hey, you... bought a lot!"
Fu Zhewei nodded slightly as a response to his call, then bent down and effortlessly moved the things on the ground one by one onto the back of the tractor.
After putting the last bag of rice safely away, he dusted his hands and sat in the back of the car. His voice was a little muffled by the wind: "We're out of food at home. I came out to buy some."
His tone was flat, as if he was saying that the weather was nice today, without much emotion.
"Hold on tight, Fu Zhiqing!" Liang Bin called out and started the tractor again.
The car started up again and drove towards the village.
Liang Bin was a talkative and inquisitive person, especially when it came to educated youth with a "special" background like Fu Zhawei, he couldn't help but want to know more about them.
He tilted his head as he steered, "Is this family...really out of food? You bought so much at once, I'm afraid it's drained all our savings, right?"
Fu Zhewei looked at the dark road ahead, which was pierced by the tractor lights. His eyes were deep and deep, and he only said a faint "hmm" to answer the first half of the sentence. As for the second half, he didn't even raise his eyelids.
Liang Bin hit a snag and grumbled in his heart.
This kid from the Fu family has a really cold and hard personality, just like a stone in a toilet.
He originally wanted to ask the Fu family if they had any connections, otherwise where would they get so much money to buy these precious things, but seeing that he was so indifferent, he didn't bother to waste any more words.
The tractor was jolting violently, and the cold wind blew in through the cracks in the windows, scratching his face painfully. Liang Bin, gripping the steering wheel, caught a glimpse of the brand-new can of malted milk in the back of the car, and his doubts began to stir again.
Where does this kid from the Fu family get the money?
That pound of pork belly was at least a dollar; pig's feet weren't cheap either; duck eggs, though cheaper than chicken eggs, still cost a few cents per pound; and those ten pounds of rice required food stamps! The most eye-catching item was the can of malted milk! It was in a tin can with a red label; it was obvious it wasn't cheap! Liang Bin's children had been craving it for a long time, and his wife had been nagging him about it several times, but he hadn't bought it. It was five dollars a can! It was enough for him to earn several days' wages!
This Fu Zhewei was so ingenious that he bought it without blinking an eye. His sister was too sick to get out of bed, and his family was broke. Where did he get the money? Could it be...
Some strange thoughts flashed through Liang Bin's mind.
Some of the educated youth who came from the city had dirty hands and feet.
This kid from the Fu family doesn't look like him. With his cold, hard, and noble temperament, he seems more like...
Forget it! Liang Bin shook his head, dispelling those messy thoughts.
It doesn't matter where the money comes from, as long as it's not stolen or robbed.
How other people spend their money is their business.
This is probably what a spoiled young master from the city is like. He spends money lavishly and doesn't know how expensive food and fuel are.
He said his sister was sick, but then he turned around and bought meat and malted milk. Maybe he was just greedy and using his sister as a cover? Humph, what a waste!
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