Chapter 2 The third uncle’s purchasing entrustment
The third uncle, Yan Bugui, is a skinny old man with a scholarly look. He wears brown glasses. One of the temples is broken and wrapped with white tape, so he wears it casually.
At this time, he was pushing his bicycle towards Cao Weidong, with a fishing guy style hanging on the handlebar.
When the neighbors saw him, they all took the initiative to say hello.
"Third uncle."
"Uncle Yan."
"Teacher Yan."
Now the third uncle is in high spirits.
He slowed down and rang the bicycle bell from time to time, like a proud peacock, but occasionally glanced at Cao Weidong and blinked.
Don't go, wait for me.
Cao Weidong received the signal and smiled on his face.
The fat sheep is coming.
He stood at the entrance of the courtyard, waited for the third uncle to approach, and took the initiative to go over and say hello, "Third uncle, are you going fishing so early?"
"Yes, there is no class today. I plan to go for a walk by the river to see if I can catch a few fish to improve my food."
"What's so delicious about fish? It can't be cooked without enough oil, and it's still fishy."
"Anyway, I picked it up for free, no money needed."
The third uncle muttered, pushed his bicycle, and walked out of the courtyard with Cao Weidong.
Cao Weidong glanced at the bicycle and said jokingly: "Third uncle, you have bought a bicycle, it must be more than 100, why are you not willing to change your glasses?"
"That's different."
The third uncle said proudly: "We are the people's teachers. Bicycles are a symbol of status. Glasses don't matter. Why spend the extra money?"
"Xiao Cao, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you're not a family. The third uncle tells you, this money is all saved. Otherwise, how can I support a large family?"
The third uncle’s words are very modest.
He is a seventh-level teacher at Hongxing Primary School, and his monthly salary is 41.5 yuan. In addition to the salary paid by his eldest son Yan Jiefang, it adds up to 60 to 70 yuan per month.
It's just that the third uncle has a good face, and he always shows off his wits and makes some little calculations, and he especially likes to take advantage of others.
Walking on the road, if you can't pick up money, just throw it away.
According to Kyoto dialect, they are called ‘chicken thieves’.
However, Cao Weidong was a tactful person, and he agreed, praising the third uncle as a diligent and thrifty man who made money wisely and as a model during the revolutionary period. He only praised the third uncle so much that his face turned red and he walked a little unsteadily.
"Xiao Cao, your taste is better than everyone in our courtyard. The third uncle likes you."
The third uncle knew that Cao Weidong was capable and felt that it was a very honorable thing to be praised by him.
The two reached the intersection, and Cao Weidong walked towards the outside of Sijiu City.
"Hey, wait a minute."
The third uncle stopped Cao Weidong again and said hesitantly: "I have something serious to tell you."
[Ding! Talk to the Third Master Yan Bugui to trigger the mission.]
Cao Weidong's eyes suddenly lit up!
It’s great that the fat sheep have learned to lie down on their own.
Cao Weidong pretended to be confused and asked: "Third uncle, if you have anything to do, just tell me, there are no outsiders here."
The third uncle lowered his voice and said: "Can you still get the pork you bought last time?"
"I dare not mention it."
Cao Weidong hurriedly pulled the third uncle to the wall, looked at both sides vigilantly, and then criticized seriously: "Third uncle, as I said last time, this is a special case, I just help the factory canteen with purchasing, and the supply and marketing cooperative has a few scraps.
I packed it up, brought it back and gave you half of it, why do you still care about it?"
"You are the people's teacher, so your ideological consciousness must not be low."
The third uncle was scolded, and he nodded and bowed and said, "I know, I'm just asking you because I've been a bit hungry these past two days."
He swallowed secretly.
The third uncle is very picky in life. He can avoid eating meat all year round, but once he encounters it, he will be more greedy than anyone else.
Another point, according to the market price, pork costs 70 to 80 cents per pound, and requires meat stamps. The meat bought by Cao Weidong does not require meat stamps, and can be purchased for 3 cents per pound.
Although it is just some leftovers and minced meat, it is still enough to satisfy your craving.
This is a big bargain.
If you don't take advantage of it, I'm sorry for the name Yan Bugui.
Unable to bear the third uncle's begging, Cao Weidong reluctantly nodded, "Okay, I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative again when I have time to see if there's still that kind of meat, but it can't be done today. The time after get off work is too tight and I won't be able to catch the bus when I get back. Now, I’ll go back when I have some rest.”
After a pause, Cao Weidong glanced at the bicycle, "Of course, if you lend me the bicycle, you will have time to go to the supply and marketing cooperative after get off work today."
The third uncle’s facial muscles twitched twice.
This is his treasure, even his own son would not borrow it.
Just thinking of those cheap pork, the third uncle gritted his teeth and pushed the bicycle in front of Cao Weidong. He carried the bucket and fishing rod, "You ride my bicycle while I walk to fish. But there is one thing. Don't let me ride."
Broken."
"Don't worry, if your bike breaks down, I'll give you a new one. By the way, how many pounds do you want?"
"Two kilograms, no...one kilogram, or half a kilogram. The fatter one, the thinner one doesn't taste good."
"This is you, you know how to eat."
Cao Weidong raised his thumb and praised, took the bicycle, and seriously warned: "But I will say something ugly earlier. I'm not sure if the supply and marketing cooperative has one. If there is, I will help you carry half a catty. If not, don't complain."
Me."
The third uncle happily agreed.
Cao Weidong is a buyer with great powers. Isn’t it easy to get some meat at a special price?
In the evening, I will drink another three ounces of wine, a sip of meat and a sip of wine. It will be a beautiful day.
[Ding! The third uncle Yan Bugui has issued a task: a commission to purchase pork. If you complete the task, you will get a small amount of favor and reward from Yan Bugui.]
Yes, mosquito legs.
Fortunately, there is still some gain.
After all, I borrowed someone else’s bicycle to ride.
Bicycles are rare items these days. Riding them on the street always turns heads.
Speaking of which, Wanjie Mall also sells bicycles, but Cao Weidong doesn't dare to use them.
Bicycles in this era must be stamped, otherwise the police will arrest you if they see them.
Anyway, I have some spare money on hand. I will get a bicycle ticket in a few days and go to the state-owned store to buy a new one.
With this in mind, Cao Weidong waved goodbye to the third uncle, stepped on the 28th big bar, and rode towards the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.
After riding for some distance, the sounds of Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng quarreling came from behind.
It turned out that Yan Jiecheng chased him out and saw his father lending his car to Cao Weidong. He shouted dissatisfied, "We agreed last night that I would take my partner for a ride in Wangfujing on a bicycle. I will give you the rental fee for the bicycle."
,Why did you lend your bicycle to others?"
"How nice your legs are. Your mother and I didn't even have bicycles when we were together, so we didn't come here like this."
"..."
After riding for some distance, the autumn wind dispersed the conversation between this strange father and son, and Cao Weidong could no longer hear clearly.
.......
The other side.
Qin Huairu went home and saw Mrs. Jia Zhang sitting on the bed with a frosty face.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Who made you angry again?" Qin Huairu asked knowingly.
"Who else could it be?"
Jia Zhang said angrily: "I saw an unruly woman being affectionate and attentive to a young man, and I felt depressed and panicked. I thought of my Dongxu."
"It's pitiful that our Dongxu died less than a year ago, and his bones are not even cold..."
"Dongxu, please come back and see me soon. Your mother misses you..."
Mrs. Jia Zhang cried as she spoke.
Qin Huairu's eyes turned red and she was filled with tears. She took out the real lotus root powder from her pocket and said, "I asked Brother Weidong to help me buy a can of real lotus root powder for Sophora japonica to nourish the body. What are you thinking?" p>
Qin Huairu told what happened.
Only then did Mrs. Jia Zhang realize that she had wrongly blamed her daughter-in-law, but she was not forgiving and still scolded Qin Huairu.
I remember that when she was a daughter-in-law, she would hang around her mother-in-law every day. She would pretend to be asleep and talk in her sleep in the middle of the night, swearing to the sky that she would be good to her mother-in-law and provide for her in her old age.
Look at the current daughter-in-law...
It’s really not as good as every session.
Jia Zhang's mouth felt dry. She took a sip from her water glass and told Qin Huairu that her eldest grandson wanted to eat meat and asked Qin Huairu to think of a way.
Qin Huairu said in embarrassment: "I just bought real lotus root starch, and I still need to buy grain for the rest. Where can I have money to buy meat?"
Jia Zhang said: "I don't care. If it doesn't work, ask that fool He Yuzhu for it."
Qin Huairu was silent.
She glanced at the children and nodded to show that she understood.
Qin Huairu put the real lotus root powder on the table, boiled a pot of hot water, and asked casually: "Mom, you bought the cloth shoes on brother Weidong's feet, right? What did you exchange for with brother Weidong?"
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"I want you to take care of it." Mrs. Jia Zhang turned away in anger and said angrily: "Don't ask about my affairs, and don't ask that kid Qin Weidong."
"Okay."
Qin Huairu responded, but she was curious in her heart.
What my mother-in-law asked brother Weidong to buy is so mysterious, I will definitely ask about it someday.
Thinking of Cao Weidong, she also thought of her experience of being eaten instead of trying to pluck wool. She blushed and cursed in her heart: "This little thief named Cao is really bad."