Leaving the young salesperson to be scolded, Zhao Jun and Ma Ling ran to the simple changing room in the corner with a smile.
Ma Ling wanted to change back into the clothes and trousers she had from home, but Zhao Jun refused. He asked Ma Ling to fold her cotton-padded jacket and trousers on the grounds that he would be taking pictures later.
Then, the cotton-padded jacket was stuffed into Zhao Jun's shoulder pocket, and his trousers were put into Ma Ling's pocket.
The two of them came down from upstairs and bought some glutinous rice sticks and Changbai cakes. Ma Ling said that they would not eat out at noon and would just fill their stomachs with these.
At this moment, a hawking cry came from not far away: "Fresh vegetables, fresh vegetables!"
Zhao Jun pulled Ma Ling over. This winter, he only ate pickled cabbage, cabbage, and radish. Zhao Jun wanted to see if there were any fresh vegetables to change his taste.
There are almost no greenhouse vegetables in the Northeast these days, and those that are are shipped from the south.
When I came to the vegetable stall, I saw that there were not many so-called fresh vegetables. There were twenty or thirty bundles of garlic sprouts and three piles of cucumbers weighing about twenty kilograms.
Seeing these two dishes, Zhao Jun couldn't help but his eyes lit up.
Needless to say about the garlic sprouts, I stir-fry the fried pork with garlic sprouts for a while at home until the garlic sprouts are fried and tender. At that time, the garlic sprouts will have a good flavor. When paired with rice and shredded pork, Zhao Jun can eat three bowls.
There are also cucumbers, dark green water cucumbers. Northeastern people like to eat them raw as fruit, or use them in cold dishes.
There is a dish in the Northeast called home-cooked cold dish, or home-cooked dish for short. Cut cucumbers, dried tofu, rock sugar radish or carrots into shreds. If possible, add soaked vermicelli. If not, add soaked vermicelli.
The most important thing is to stir-fry some lean pork shreds in soy sauce, mix it with the seasonings, and let it sit for a few hours until the water in the vegetables is killed by the salt, and it becomes a delicious cold vegetable soup. This
The soup soaks the cold dishes to make them more delicious.
"How do you sell vegetables?" Zhao Jun asked, and the salesperson said: "Garlic sprouts cost 42 cents, and cucumbers cost 37 cents."
"Ah..." Zhao Jun took advantage of his neck to look into the stall. To his surprise, there were plastic bags in the stall.
In fact, this kind of thing has been around for a long time, but there are very few of it. You can't see this at all in forest areas, and there are very few in small towns.
In department stores like this, this is rarely used. Foods such as pastries are usually made of butter paper. When buying daily necessities and vegetables, ordinary people know that they carry a basket or a triangular bag when going out.
Seeing Zhao Jun stretching his neck and looking into the stall, Ma Ling stood on tiptoe beside him and looked inside.
Winter vegetables are expensive, costing about 40 cents per pound. This 40 cents is nothing to Zhao Jun who is hunting, but if he had not hunted, with his salary of more than 40 yuan, he would not be able to do anything.
buy this.
Therefore, few people stopped in front of the vegetable stall. At this time, there were only two people, Zhao Jun and Ma Ling. However, after asking the price, they did not say whether to buy vegetables or not. They both stood on tiptoes and stretched their necks to look into the stall.
The salesperson twitched the corner of his mouth and asked as calmly as possible: "What are you two looking at?"
"Ah, haha." Zhao Jun smiled faintly, pointed to the plastic bags hanging in the stall and said, "Bring me ten bags."
Salesperson: "..."
"We don't sell plastic bags." The salesperson rolled her eyes at Zhao Jun and said angrily: "I sell vegetables here!"
These salesmen come into contact with too many people every day, talk constantly, and sometimes encounter strange customers, so these salesmen are quite irritable.
"I'm buying vegetables." Zhao Jun was not angry, but said to the salesperson: "Put a handful of garlic sprouts and four cucumbers in a bag for me."
After saying this, Zhao Jun added: "I brought dishes from several restaurants, and I will score them when the time comes."
He just said that he just wanted to get a few more plastic bags to take home. But after hearing what Zhao Jun said, the salesperson did not doubt it and immediately started weighing and loading the vegetables.
Ten minutes later, Zhao Jun came out of the department store carrying two dough bags, followed by Ma Ling, who carried seven or eight butter paper packages.
After buying vegetables, Zhao Jun bought half a bag of melon seeds and half a bag of peanuts, and then put the bags of vegetables in his flour pocket.
After putting the things in the car, Ma Ling asked Zhao Jun: "I didn't buy a lot of melon seeds last time, where are the peanuts?"
"I can't handle the large number of people at home." Zhao Jun said with a smile: "Now that we have a TV, we sit there and listen to it every day."
Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Ma Ling remembered the rumor in the village that Zhao Jun's family bought a TV, and asked curiously: "Is the TV good to watch?"
"It looks good." Zhao Jun smiled and said to her, "You and my aunt will come to my house to watch TV tomorrow."
Ma Ling was a little moved, but after thinking about it, she finally shook her head and said, "I won't go. I won't let people take care of me."
Living in the countryside is just like this. There are always some people who talk nonsense. They like to exaggerate small things. If they spread like this, it will change the taste.
Li Ruhai is not like this. He always talks about his wife in a matter-of-fact manner. But Bai Xiuyun, who lives next door to Wang Qiang's house, is a gossip.
Although the conditions of the Ma family are average, the family is very strong-minded and cares about face. They are afraid that others will say that they have a wealthy in-law, so they will continue to take advantage of the Zhao family.
Ma Ling refused to go, and Zhao Jun did not force him to go. He took Ma Ling in front of the car and took pictures on the street.
After taking the photo, I went to develop the photo, so that even the photo of Ma Ling was washed out.
The actions of the young couple attracted the attention of passers-by. It is rare for young people to be so troubled in this small county.
But looking at Ma Ling's outfit, people couldn't help but comment that she was definitely a child from a wealthy family.
Patting and patting, the two of them took pictures of the snack bar. When they entered the room, one of them ordered a bowl of wontons, and Zhao Jun ate an extra sesame seed cake.
The two of them even drank wonton soup. They came out of the snack bar very hot and walked to the photo studio.
These days, photo studios are high-end places that are not accessible to ordinary people.
When Zhao Jun and Ma Ling came in, there was only a young couple taking wedding photos in the photo studio.
What is different from the marriage certificates of Zhao Jun and Ma Ling is that their marriage certificates in the city also have photos affixed to them.
At this time, the young couple were wearing formal t-shirts and were sitting in front of the camera, with red cloth as a base behind their backs.
Seeing the smiles on the faces of the two young men, Ma Ling pulled Zhao Jun's sleeves and whispered, "Let's take a picture too."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Okay!" The daughter-in-law made the request, and Zhao Jun happily agreed as he could not agree.
At this time, after the photographer finished taking pictures of the young couple, he turned around and asked Zhao Jun. Ma Ling said, "What are you doing?"
"Let's take a photo." Zhao Jun raised his hand and gestured at the red cloth and said, "It's done, I'll develop a few more photos."
"Then please wait a moment." The photographer said to the two of them, and then went to entertain the two young people.
"Oops!" Ma Ling touched her pocket and exclaimed.
"What's going on?" Zhao Jun asked hurriedly, but Ma Ling said, "I have all my money in my jacket pocket."
"You don't need to spend money!" Zhao Jun said: "Come out with me, can I still let you spend money?"
"No, this is what I want to take a photo of." Ma Ling said, "I think those two people take a good photo like that, and I want to take a photo with you too."
"Haha..." Hearing Ma Ling's words, Zhao Jun couldn't help laughing. In his previous life, the young couple lived a miserable life, and he never realized that his wife was so rare.
"What are you laughing at?" Ma Ling stared at Zhao Jun with her big beautiful eyes, but Zhao Jun said, "Ling'er, look at everyone else's clothes."
Ma Ling smiled when she heard this, pulled down the corner of her down jacket, and asked Zhao Jun in a low voice: "If she straightens up, will she still have me?"
"Isn't that specified?" Zhao Jun said with a smile: "I would have known that I would have brought out the woolen clothes my aunt made for me."
After saying that, Zhao Jun also pulled down the corner of his cotton-padded jacket and said with a smile: "If I wear this and sit next to you, it won't match."
Zhao Jun was joking, but Ma Ling didn't laugh after hearing this. She clicked her eyes, then pulled Zhao Jun and said, "Let's go back."
"Ah?" Zhao Jun was stunned and asked, "We can't go back now, the photos haven't been developed yet."
"No." Ma Ling shook her head and said, "Let's go back to the big store and buy you a down jacket."
"What?" Zhao Jun was a little confused, but he heard Ma Ling say: "It's just that I didn't carry that much money today. You put it down first, and I'll give it to you when I get back."
After saying these words, Ma Ling was afraid that Zhao Jun would think too much, so she added: "I will buy it for you. I will definitely give you the money when I get it back."
"Hurry up and pull her down." Zhao Jun grabbed Ma Ling and saw Ma Ling's face was firm and she said boldly: "I have money."
Zhao Jun: "..."
Zhao Jun knew that this girl had money, but the money was saved by his old father-in-law's hard work.
But unlike Zhao Youcai, Ma Dafu had the ability to start a side business, so he found another way to report false accounts to Wang Cuihua.
For example, for weddings and funerals in the forest farm, if Ma Dafu gives two yuan, he will pay three yuan to Wang Cuihua; if he pays three yuan, he will pay five yuan to Wang Cuihua.
Reciprocity is a matter of courtesy. Things like courtesy come and go.
When the Ma family was doing business, the Ma family received the gift money, and Wang Cuihua checked the account, and felt something was wrong.
If you give three yuan to your family, you will get two yuan in return; if you take five yuan in your house, you will get three yuan in return.
After Ma Sheng got married, Wang Cuihua felt something was wrong. When Ma Ling and Zhao Jun got married, Wang Cuihua concluded that Ma Dafu was up to something.
There must be some people who are not particular about it, but they can’t all be particular about it, right?
But no matter how Wang Cuihua interrogated him, Ma Dafu refused to admit it.
It should be said or not, but Ma Dafu is very thoughtful. They are from the same village, or other villages have a good relationship with him and often come and go. Ma Dafu does not do anything fishy when giving gifts.
For those whom Wang Cuihua was not familiar with, Ma Dafu would report false accounts for gift money.
In fact, Wang Cuihua was too embarrassed to go to anyone to verify this kind of thing, even if it was a relative or friend.
But after Ma Yang got married, Wang Cuihua couldn't bear it anymore. Because after 1990, as workers' wages increased, so did the gift money.
Although before 1995, the price of twenty yuan had not changed. But starting from the first two years of Ma Yang's marriage, Ma Dafu started with twenty yuan every time.
But when Ma Yang got married and received gifts, very few gave the Ma family 20 yuan, and even less gave him 10 yuan.
When Wang Cuihua questioned Ma Dafu with the gift account, Ma Dafu still looked blank and refused to admit anything.
In a rage, Wang Cuihua took out all the money in Ma Dafu's pocket, and then kicked Ma Dafu out of the house.
Ma Dafu was a man who wanted to save face, so he did not seek refuge with his eldest son in a separate family. Even when he was desperate, he only went to Zhao Jun's house to ask Ma Ling for two yuan to buy dry food.
He was also afraid that Zhao Jun would misunderstand, so he didn't say anything and went into the house. There was no other way, so the father and daughter just whispered outside the fence.
Zhao Jun had long known that Ma Ling hid money for Ma Dafu. When he bought guns and dogs, he used Ma Dafu's small treasury.
Zhao Jun remembered what happened that day very clearly. Ma Ling asked Ma Dafu to come home for dinner, but Ma Dafu said nothing.
Knowing that her father was stubborn, Ma Ling could only give more than ten yuan in her pocket to Ma Dafu. When she returned to the house, Ma Ling told Zhao Jun everything about Ma Dafu being exposed and kicked out of the house.
At that time, Ma Dafu's small treasury was almost exhausted by the couple, but Zhao Jun said that even if he borrowed money, he would still have to settle his father-in-law's account.
Ma Ling felt confident upon hearing this, but when she went out to catch up with Ma Dafu, Ma Dafu said this.
"My dear, where are my father's two sons? I still have my boss, so I won't have to worry about them when they are old. Dad put this money here for you to cross the river."
These words made Ma Ling hug her father and cry. Ma Dafu said nothing and refused to let Zhao Jun go out to borrow money. In the end, he withstood Wang Cuihua's anger by himself.
Regardless of this life or past life, Zhao Jun respected his father-in-law. In his previous life, life was just that difficult. In this life, Zhao Jun wants to try his best to prevent Ma Ling from touching the money.
If nothing else, it was Ma Dafu's love for his daughter, which he will keep as a thought in the future.
"Ling'er, I don't want to wear that one." Zhao Jun hurriedly persuaded Ma Ling, "My mother has made several cotton-padded jackets for me, but I can't even wear them. We don't want to buy that one."
After saying that, Zhao Jun tugged on the cotton-padded jacket on his body again and said: "Let's just take pictures like this today. We'll go down the mountain before we do things. It will be warm by then. Wear the clothes my aunt made for me. That's it.
Let’s take a few more photos.”
"Okay." After hearing what Zhao Jun said, Ma Ling stopped insisting. At this time, the photographer sent the couple away and came back to greet Zhao Jun and Ma Ling.
Zhao Jun took out two rolls of film from his pocket. Zhao Weipeng really didn't take a few photos, but he couldn't handle the large Zhao family. In addition, Zhao Jun led Ma Ling to take photos along the street, which took two rolls of film.
The photographer was shocked when Zhao Jun said that both rolls of film would be developed into photos.
The film Zhao Weipeng bought has thirty-six frames in one roll, and seventy-two frames in two rolls.
Paying 30 cents a piece, Zhao Jun was charged a total of 21.6 yuan, and he didn't even give zero cents.
Also, I couldn't get the photos today. The photographer and Zhao Jun agreed to pick them up in half a month.
Zhao Jun did not give the money first, but asked the photographer to take a photo of himself and Ma Ling, and then settle the accounts together.
This time the photographer did not hesitate and gave Zhao Jun a dime, charging him twenty-two in total.
After paying the money, Zhao Jun took the ticket and Ma Ling came out of the photo studio. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhao Jun glanced at the cucumbers and garlic sprouts in the car, fearing that they would get cold, so Zhao Jun decided not to see Zhang Yuanmin today. He would come back in half a month, and Zhang Yuanmin would probably be discharged from the hospital by then.
On the way home, Ma Ling suddenly took off the hairpins on her head and said to Zhao Jun: "Let me put my mother's hairpins with you first."
"Huh?" Zhao Jun, who was driving, was startled, and then heard Ma Ling say: "Brother, don't you want to give me one? Now that you bought it for me, he must be upset."
Zhao Jun: "..."
Zhao Jun Kaba, Kaba, my eyes feel bad. As a sister, Ma Ling is looking forward to Ma Yang's birthday gift for her. Even if there is no surprise, she will be very relieved and happy.
"Um..." Zhao Jun forced a smile and smiled at Ma Ling: "Could I have bought it for someone else?"
"Go!" Ma Ling thought Zhao Jun was joking with her. She smiled and raised her head at Zhao Jun and said: "When my little brother was born, I was the only one who held him every day. I was only five years old at that time. He usually followed
I am the best, neither my father nor my mother are good."
