Ding!Your golden finger has been delivered

The sausage stuffing machine set off to the farm along with the people He Xingzhou sent over, and he himself went to the barracks. Fang Zhengxin cleaned at home for a while, and heard someone knocking on the door outside.

When I opened it, it turned out that it was Aunt Niu and the others, holding some wild shepherd's purse in their hands.

As soon as he entered the door, he put it in the rattan frame, and said boldly: "We people can't stay idle, so we went to the mountains to dig some wild vegetables, making dumplings is delicious."

"Thank you, Auntie."

"Some wild vegetables are not worth your thanks. By the way, how are you doing in the city? Are you having fun?"

I forgot to mention that Fang Zhengxin used the reason for going out this time to live in the city for a day, and did not let the villagers know what they did.

He was afraid of revealing too much, so he said vaguely: "It's okay, the city is just like that, there's nothing to visit."

The aunts didn't doubt it either, "That's right, you are all from Kyoto, maybe you've even met Chairman Mao."

"No, how can I see his old man."

"That's right!" He knocked his head, hurried to the room, entered the supermarket, used the goodwill value, bought some daily necessities that are common in this era, returned to the living room, and piled them on the table, "This is our time If you bring it back in the city, if you need it, you can exchange it with me without a ticket."

At this time, you can't say buy it, you have to change it, so that you won't be reported.

When my aunt saw the pile of things, her eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Hey, this soap is fragrant and big, much better than the one I bought last time."

"And this lunch box, it's so big and thick, it won't break if you drop it."

"Xiao Fang, how much is this bag of toffee? It's almost Chinese New Year, I'll exchange some for my grandson Tiantianzui."

Rural people don't see many things, but they can also tell that what Fang Zhengxin puts out are all good ones. Usually, when department stores have them, they will be sold out by salesmen privately, and no matter how early they go, they can't buy them.

"Aunts, don't worry, come one by one, what I brought back this time is enough."

Aunt Niu took out a piece of soap, put it under her nose and smelled it, nodded in satisfaction, and asked, "How much does this cost?"

Fang Zhengxin glanced at it, and made up a relatively low price, "One dollar."

"Don't want a ticket?"

"No! You still think it's expensive, you can exchange it with wild vegetables."

"It's a good relationship, it's cheaper without a ticket, and it's really Xiaofang!"

"Yeah, I've seen soap that's smaller than this in the city. Not only does it cost two yuan, but it also costs an industrial ticket. Scary! We don't have any workers in our house. Where can we get an industrial ticket? My house is as big as a palm. After using it for more than half a year, I still dare not use it up.”

Aunt Niu was a bit worried, she pulled Fang Zhengxin aside, and said in a low voice, "Where did you get such a cheap thing, did you subsidize it for us in private?"

This is someone who really cares for him. Fangzheng was moved, but also felt that the exchange was not in vain. He waved his hand and said, "No, I know people from the soap factory. I can't take advantage of the employee price he gave me. Aunts are cheap, as much as you want!"

"I can rest assured that."

After deliberation, Fang Zhengxin planned to put everything at Aunt Niu's house and ask her to sell it on her behalf in exchange for money or mountain goods.After all, although he is young, he is still a big man. It is really not nice to say that the old-fashioned way has a bunch of women gather at his house.

Aunt Niu also considered this and agreed to his idea, but she didn't want to take advantage of it at all, she just said: "My man is educated and works as a clerk in the village. He has never made mistakes. This time I asked him to I'll keep the account clear, and I'll give it to you together when the time comes."

"Thank you for your trouble, auntie." Fang Zhengxin grabbed two more handfuls of toffee and put them in her pocket, "These are for nephews and nieces, so don't refuse, auntie."

Not only her, but anyone who came to see him, Fang Zhengxin would return some small things, such as fruit candy and a bag of salt, all of which are not of high value and people can use them.

His generous behavior made all the aunts smile and say a lot of good things, and they left his house talking and laughing.

After the people left, Fang Zhengxin wrapped two stuffed buns with oiled paper, hid them in his bosom, and walked out the door quietly.

Song Zhengwen used to be a ministerial-level official of a certain province. Later, due to the wrong faction, he was liquidated during the turmoil and sent to the countryside for reform.

His wife died early, leaving behind a son and a daughter. His son publicly severed ties with him on the day the Revolutionary Committee came, but the daughter has a conscience. She is not in good health, and she has to go out of her way to help him get rid of it. The fate of delegating the farm also arranged for him a nice small mountain village.

The village head here is benevolent and honest, and the people are simple and honest. The people don't pay much attention to outside affairs, and they just treat him as a stranger, just ignore him. As for other villages, they have never beaten, scolded and bullied him.

Of course, the place where he lives is the most dilapidated house in the village. The food distributed to him was really limited.

He calculated his own savings, and if he wanted to survive this winter, he could only eat one-third full every day, and he would have to tighten his belt for the rest of the day.

Although life is hard, there is still hope. When he thinks of his daughter who writes to him every month, crying and begging him to persevere, for the day when father and daughter meet again, he can swallow any difficulties.

He was walking on the mountain that day, the wind was biting, his hands and feet were cold, his eyes were still wandering around the ground, trying to find some wild vegetables that hadn't been poached by the villagers.

Facing him, a young man in a gray padded jacket came over. His expression seemed unnatural, and he bumped into him directly. He must have suffered some strength. Song Zhengwen didn't feel any pain, and silently made a way out.

The young man didn't speak to him either, and left in the opposite direction, "Boom!" As he walked, something fell to the ground.Song Zhengwen looked down and found that it was an oiled paper bag, holding it in his hand, still emitting aroma and heat.

"Hey! Boy!"

He tried to stop the young man, but the man waved at him and ran away at a faster speed.

"How can young people be so reckless these days?" he thought to himself.

Opening the oiled paper bag, the fragrance inside became stronger, Song Zhengwen couldn't help swallowing, and two snow-white, chubby buns appeared in front of him.

His first reaction was surprise. After all, he had a special status, so he couldn't guarantee that someone would plot against him. Then he looked outside the oiled paper, as if there were some symbols drawn on it.

This is the family crest of the He family, and only insiders will know it.

As for how he would know, it is precisely because his wife is also a member of the He family. After his wife died, the child was still young, and he wanted to marry another child to take care of the child, but the He family forcibly intervened, but they didn't agree. His daughter took care of him.

At that time, his career was on the rise, he was young and vigorous, and he hated the feeling of being controlled by others. Impulsively, he broke off contact with the He family. While educating his son, he also joined the opposing faction.

After many years, the facts proved that the He family was right, both in terms of political stance and the level of educating their children, they were far superior to him.

Seeing the familiar badge, he thought of his gentle and tolerant wife and daughter again, his eyes were blurred, and when he wiped the corner of his eyes, he cried unknowingly.

Putting the bun back into his pocket, he returned to his residence, took out a crude pen and paper, and wrote a letter to the He family.

In addition to thanking them for their help, I sincerely request that, for the sake of the same blood, take his daughter to the He family, at least to hold her safe and healthy.

"Huh!" Fang Zhengxin returned home, feeling that his heartbeat hadn't calmed down yet.

This was the first time he had done something secretly, and under fear, he finally completed it satisfactorily.

Seeing that the value of goodwill rose by 5 points, he rolled his eyes with a smile.

In these days, he has learned about the situation in the village, including the identities of the educated youths and reformers, and He Xingzhou also told him everything.

He still remembered that when talking about Song Zhengwen, the man shook his head and commented: "It's a pity for the Miss Song family who is pedantic and old-fashioned. However, he is an upright official and sincerely considers the people. good."

With his words, Fang Zhengxin wanted to help that person. As for those educated youths who had experienced what happened in Lijiazhuang, he didn't want to join them at all. He just planned to observe for a few more days. If he met a good one, he would help nothing.

Aunt Niu's house is the liveliest house in the village recently. On the second day after getting the goods from Fang Zhengxin, the news spread in the village. At her house, looking at the pile of things on the kang, she wished she could take them all away.

When I found out the price, I was even more happy, as if I had found a big bargain, I took out most of my family's savings, and I wanted to buy Aunt Niu's place empty.

It was the old man Niu who saw that the situation was not right, and added a new regulation that every household could buy a certain number of things, which allowed a large number of families to enjoy the treatment of buying scarce supplies without a ticket.

On the third day, the enthusiasm of the villagers finally faded, and Aunt Niu and several daughters-in-law sat in the yard, counting what the villagers had paid.

It's not easy to earn money in the mountains, and the prey you hunted so hard, you can't eat a bite, and you struggle to get them out, and they are directly bought by the supply and marketing cooperatives at a low price, and you have to be convinced.

Hearing that Fang Zhengxin could use hazelnuts, dried mushrooms and other mountain products to pay for the money, and when the purchase price was not low, the shrewd housewife naturally became hesitant, and took out all the rare goods stored at home, and exchanged them for a lot of happiness. something back.

Some family members even took out a 40-year-old wild ginseng, and after Aunt Niu asked Fang Zhengxin, she asked her to go home happily with two tin kettles.

"Ten yuan, twenty... old man, how many catties of dried fungus are there?"

"35 catties, don't I record this in the notebook?"

"Scary! I'm illiterate, and now you think I'm uneducated?"

The old man Niu waved his hands quickly, "No." Hearing someone knocking on the door outside, he seemed to have met a savior, and hurried to open the door.

Before opening it, he yelled loudly: "Old woman, look who is here!"

"Uncle Niu, it's me, I..."

Standing outside the door, Liu Quan was taken aback by his enthusiasm. Before he could feel complacent, he poured a ladle of cold water on his head.

The old man Niu's expression suddenly became serious, "Liu Zhiqing, what are you doing here?"

That disdainful attitude almost wrote disapproval on his face.