80s beautiful work fine

In the spring of 1980, a spring breeze had inadvertently blown to this remote northern town.

The free market is about to open, and there is also a bustling small market in the southeast corner of the town.

It is not called a black market, but a bazaar.

There is no need to be sneaky and frightened to buy and sell small things inside, and no one will catch those small traders and call them bad speculators.

Even people from the town began to come here to go to the market to see what new gadgets they had never seen in department stores.

The time of the market is also widely open. From the dawn of the morning to the dark, there are people carrying poles and bamboo baskets, or setting up a small shelf, shouting for business.

Qi Ye came back early that day, after the two of them had dinner, Jiang Mo dragged him to the market for a walk, and took a look around.

The market is really lively. There are people selling tea eggs with small carts, people cooking wontons with a coal stove and a large iron pot, knife sharpeners sharpening their knives, and tailors with flying hands helping people mend clothes.

The aunt who sold the beans brought over many woven bags and put them on the floor.

The old man who sells the comic book moved a few benches over, and many children sat on it, holding a comic book and reading it fascinatedly.

The man who sells rat poison puts his hands around his mouth in a trumpet shape, and roars a very rhyming jingle.

There are also those who specialize in helping people write, lying on the table, and there are also people who move reclining chairs to help people shave and cut hair by hand.

Jiang Mo had never seen such a scene before wearing the book.

She didn't like this kind of noisy and bustling place before, but now she finds that it's quite interesting to walk around and meet fellow villagers and neighbors in a market full of fireworks.

In the market these days, everyone is honest and honest, and there is no shortage of money.

But everyone likes to bargain, and they are so dry talking about a penny or two that no one will let anyone else.

As soon as Jiang Mo and Qi Ye turned their heads, they saw Wang Yougen's second son, Wang Chunhua, buying tobacco leaves. He was blushing with others, and finally got five cents cheaper, so he took out the money.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Qi Ye and Jiang Mo, and immediately greeted him with a smile, and handed the tobacco leaves he had just bought to Qi Ye, "Would you like to smoke?"

Qi Ye and the two brothers of the Wang family had a good relationship. They were friends since they were young. They grew up together, and he covered them up even when they fought.

He had no money to smoke leaves, but occasionally Wang Chunfen and Wang Chunhua smoked, and he would follow suit to smoke leaves, working hard.

However, ever since Jiang Mo casually said "Smoking is harmful to health", he never touches it again.

I don't care about health or unhealthy, mainly because Jiang Mo doesn't like it.If she didn't like it, he was anxious and wanted to stay away.

Wang Chunhua's hand paused, and he saw that Qi Ye was peeking at Jiang Mo's little thoughts, curled his lips and said, "I didn't realize it before, Brother Ye, are you still strict with your wife?"

Qi Ye didn't think it was a bad word, he pursed his lips calmly, "Yes."

This word choked Wang Chunhua so much that he really didn't know what to say, so he changed the subject, "Brother Ye, you still have about half a year to finish building your house, right? Are you going to live in the town's guest house all the time?"

"En." Qi Ye replied again, without much to say.

Wang Chunhua knew Qi Ye's temperament, so he could still answer the words naturally, "Your aunt is talking everywhere in the team, saying that your money will run out soon, and you will be desperate to beg her to take you in soon."

Qi Ye's brows and eyes moved slightly, "It won't happen."

"..." Wang Chunfen asked again with concern, "Then do you still have enough money? If not, brother will find a way to make up for you, so I can't see her proud and arrogant face!"

Qi Ye was about to bite the bullet and say it was enough, but in fact, the money he and Jiang Mo had saved was getting less and less day by day, but he didn't want to bother others.

Jiang Mo answered for him first, her voice soft and soft, "It's enough for now, if there is anything in the future, I'll ask you for help, Spring Equinox."

Wang Chunfen let out a happy "Ai", packed up the baskets he brought over to sell the melons, fruits and vegetables he grew in the morning, and went back to Xifeng production team.

Qi Ye looked at his back, a little puzzled, why was he so happy to ask him for help?

... There was an inexplicable sense of crisis spreading in Qi Ye's heart, so much so that he didn't say much along the way.

Back in the state-run guest house, it was already dark.

Only a few small lights were lit at the door, corridors, and stairs, and the light was a bit dim.

Jiang Mo went shopping in the department store for a long time in the afternoon, and went to the market in the evening. She was so tired that she didn't want to walk up a dozen steps, so she reached out to Qi Ye, "Carry me up."

Of course Qi Ye was willing to help, and leaned over to let Jiang Mo lie on his back. Just as he was about to stand up, there was a clanging sound from the roof, and at the same time, a lot of hot water dripped down the stairs.

Fortunately, Qi Ye reacted quickly, dodged in time, and did not burn Jiang Mo.

But when he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover Jiang Mo's face, the back of his hand was scalded by the splashing boiling water, and blisters appeared instantly.

Luo Ping's anxious footsteps followed, and she hurried down from the second floor, asking anxiously, "How is it? Are you all right?"

"Qi Ye's hand is burning." Jiang Mo looked up strangely, "What's wrong?"

Luo Ping shook her head silently, pursed her lips and said nothing, turned around and searched in the counter drawer, and quickly found an ointment, "This is very useful for treating burns, and it will be fine after two days... Sorry, it's all my fault careless."

While she was talking, another tall and thick man came down from the second floor. He was taller and stronger than Qi Ye, with a swollen face, and looked very vicious.

He walked up to Luo Ping and knocked on the counter, "Where's the money?"

Luo Ping lowered her head lower, biting the corners of her lips tightly, and did not speak, but her slightly trembling shoulders showed how scared she was.

The man was very impatient and directly overturned Luo Ping.

Luo Ping staggered, leaning on the corner of the counter to barely stand still, but the man was already rummaging around in the counter, taking out handfuls of money and putting them in his pocket.

"Qi Ye! He stole money!" Jiang Mo said five simple words, and Qi Ye had already reached out and clamped the man's neck.

The blood bubbles on the back of Qi Ye's hand were still very obvious, which was shocking, and it was obvious that he couldn't use his strength.

But the burly man was still pinched by his neck like a little chick, he couldn't move at all, he didn't have any strength to resist, he could only scream in pain.

Jiang Mo: ...This guy is tall and big, why is he so weak?

Qi Ye didn't let go, and Luo Ping was on the verge of crying, "Jiang Mo, Qi Ye, you made a mistake, he, he didn't steal money, he... is my man."

Luo Ping uttered the last few words with difficulty, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

Qi Ye was taken aback for a moment, the man finally found a chance to break free, and ran away. He didn't take care of picking up some money, and chanting Luo Ping's name, he ran out of the gate of the guest house cursing.

Under the dim light, Luo Ping squatted down, picked up the money on the ground, and whispered, "Thank you."

She turned and went upstairs again, to clean up the mess on the second floor.

The boiling kettle broken by Hong Jin, the pieces of the mercury liner scattered all over the floor, and the red-painted bench with one corner smashed off, also had to find a chance to refill.

Luo Ping has long been used to such a desperate life, but she is not reconciled.

So even if she gets up early and stays late, she is exhausted and out of breath, she still combs her braids meticulously, changes new clothes every day, and wears different shoes and socks to match.

She also grows flowers in the backyard and gives each one to her favorite guests.

Luo Ping didn't understand, she was already working so hard to live, trying to improve her mood day by day.

Why did Hong Jin make her return to the original point in embarrassment every time she appeared, telling her that everything could not get better.

Luo Ping held onto the piece tightly in her hand, the sharp edges and corners almost tore through the thick calluses in her palm.

In the small single room between the first and second floors.

Qi Ye was silently lowering his eyes, with one hand on the table.

Today, he enjoys special treatment. Jiang Mo personally applied medicine to the blood blisters on the back of his hand, and gently blew a few breaths on his blisters, like the softest wind in spring, which can blow every cell of a person into the air .

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Qi Ye frowned, and answered quickly, for fear that Jiang Mo would feel that he was in pain.

Jiang Mo had long been used to his tough temper of not crying out for pain or fearing hardship, so she raised her lips and didn't bother to ask more questions.

Putting away the ointment, she glanced upstairs before closing the door.

In the corridor on the second floor, Luo Ping was still kneeling on the floor wiping the water stains, her back was weak and helpless, and she could even be seen secretly wiping tears.

Qi Ye also saw it, and he whispered: "Comrade Luo Ping, she..."

Jiang Mo closed the door with an indifferent face, "Let her cry for a while, sober."

It is obvious that the conflict between Luo Ping and his wife has accumulated over the years.

The solidified thinking of people in this era cannot be changed in a few words.

Jiang Mo didn't bother to care so much, and she didn't know Luo Ping too well.

Luo Ping doesn't like to talk very much, and she is always busy in silence, cleaning up and down the guest house, or cooking, or just sitting at the counter and counting the money.

She lived here for almost ten days, and the number of times she talked to Luo Ping was very few. She only knew that she had a man who said they were running a guest house together, but he never showed his face.

Jiang Mo and Qi Ye didn't know who they were, what they looked like until they met today.

However, Luo Ping would always secretly look at Jiang Mo and Qi Ye with that kind of envious and unimaginable eyes.

She envied Jiang Mo for having such a good man, Qi Ye was considerate, diligent, capable, and handsome, as if Jiang Mo was the only one in her eyes.

But I don't understand their way of getting along, and I don't understand why Jiang Mo never does work, only spends money every day, and goes to state-run restaurants to spend every day, and also goes to department stores to buy things from time to time.

From childhood to adulthood, Luo Ping only knew that a good daughter-in-law should be virtuous and capable, bear hardships and stand hard work, take care of the whole family, serve the men submissively, and take care of everything inside and out.

She never thought that a woman can be like Jiang Mo, her hands are never dirty from oily smoke, she is beautiful, calm and confident no matter when and where, and she seems to take it for granted when a man serves her.

Jiang Mo obviously doesn't have one of the standards of a good wife, but she can be doted on by her man like that. It's really afraid of falling in the hand, and afraid of melting in the mouth.

What about yourself?He clearly treated Hong Jin with all his heart and soul, and asked himself if there was nothing wrong with him, why didn't he get any respect from him, instead he punched and kicked him?

Luo Ping sobbed softly, completely confused.

After closing the door.

Qi Ye made the bed for Jiang Mo with one hand, and picked up the kettle with one hand, and adjusted the water temperature for Jiang Mo's feet to her favorite temperature.

But tonight, Jiang Mo didn't ask him to hum her favorite serenade, but asked him blushingly, "I went to the bazaar today, what do you think?"

Qi Ye was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Jiang Mo to ask him, or maybe she saw what was going on in his heart?

In fact, he had a lot of things circling in his mind all the time. He wanted to talk to Jiang Mo, but he was afraid that she would laugh at him.

After a long silence, he finally said: "I found that the vegetables we grow, the cotton we store, the collected chicken feathers, duck feathers and rabbit fur, the wood we cut in the mountains for firewood, and the herbs and wild fruits we pick can all be found in the city. Sell ​​money."

"Hmm." Jiang Mo nodded, half-closed her eyes, apparently not intending to answer.

Qi Ye's mind was running fast, and he continued: "However, the villagers have to go to work every day, and there are many things at home. If they come to the town to go to the market, it will take more than two hours to go back and forth, which is too time-consuming, so even if they have If you want to sell less, you can only save one piece, and come when you choose."

"Those unfrequented fruits, vegetables, herbs, etc., can't be sold if they are left alone. I thought, since I have to go back to town every day, I might as well bring some for them to sell."

After Qi Ye finished speaking, Jiang Mo smiled lightly.

It has to be said that Qi Ye's mind is still very bright, otherwise in the original text, he would not be able to become the richest man by himself.

If Jiang Mo doesn't care about him, he will definitely be able to live a good life in the future, but it will be 20 years later.Jiang Mo wanted this good day to come sooner.

Qi Ye was looking at Jiang Mo nervously, afraid that he might say something wrong and make a joke.

He knew that his daughter-in-law was smart and knew a lot.

Sure enough, when Jiang Mo opened his mouth, it was a term that Qi Ye had never heard of.

"Errand fee, do you know what it is?"

Qi Ye shook his head, but after carefully pondering these three words, he seemed to have figured out some meaning again.

He ran errands to help everyone bring things to the market, helped them sell things, and sent the money back to them, and they should pay him for the errands.

Qi Ye repeated these three words, and he probably knew in his heart how to talk to the villagers and persuade them.

Jiang Mo said again: "The market is open all day, you can't just stay there selling things, you have to build a house."

Qi Ye also thought of this, he frowned, still thinking.

Jiang Mo stretched out her hand and patted him on the shoulder, "I've figured out a solution for this, don't worry about it for now, you're sleepy, turn off the light and go to sleep."

"Okay." For some reason, Qi Ye was always at ease when he heard Jiang Mo speak.

He pursed his lips, lay down on his floor, the quilt was warm, and he also had a warm dream.

He dreamed that he had earned so much money for running errands that he couldn't even count them and spend them all.

After paying the accommodation fee in the hostel every day, eating three meals in a small state-run restaurant, and buying Jiang Mo a mountain of beautiful clothes and all kinds of gadgets she likes, there is still a lot left!

Qi Ye was smiling in his dream, but was awakened by his own laughter.

Looking outside, I guess it was only three or four o'clock.

He couldn't fall asleep, and couldn't wait to get up, wash his face, brush his teeth, put on his clothes, and headed straight to Xifeng's production team!