The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 7

This poor master seemed to be in disbelief, his lips squirmed for a moment, and then his dark eyes showed a trace of gratitude.

    He jumped up and said, "Okay, thank you very much, Comrade!"

    "How much do you want, I will help you choose the bigger one!

    " The name "big sister" changed to a respectful name of "you", without a trace. Obstructing, Ye Qingshui was a little bit dumbfounded.

    The price of eggs is not expensive, one per cent. Ye Qingshui took out 30 cents and added a half-and-a-half food stamp to buy a small half basket. She wrapped the delicate eggs with the cotton cloth that contained the buns.

    Eggs are a very expensive supplement these days. Whether it is a confinement woman or a sick elderly child, they all dream of drinking a bowl of sweetened eggs. However, due to the planned economy, it was stipulated that each family could only raise three chickens at most. Raising more would cut the tail of socialism. Holding more than thirty eggs, Ye Qingshui felt a sense of fulfillment and abundance that he had never had before.

    With eggs, she can make some nutritious pastries.

    Ye Qingshui closed the stall, looked at the sun, it was still early, and she was holding the warm banknotes in her pocket, planning to go to the store to replenish food. It was too early, and the people who lined up early in the town looked sleepy, and had no time to stare at her black face.

    When it was almost Ye Qingshui's turn to buy sweets, she found Zhang Yuanchao Zhang Xiaojun sitting next to the salesperson with Erlang's legs up and "inspecting the work".

    Suddenly the monkey looked up and saw Ye Qingshui's messy face, the tea in his mouth almost didn't come out.

    Ye Qingshui frowned slightly when he realized that he had recognized her. She remembered that the circle of brothers and friends around Xie Tingyu was not very kind to her, and if they were to be prejudiced against her in normal times, Ye Qingshui didn't care. But when he came out to speculate, he would run into acquaintances, which was not what Ye Qingshui wanted.

    Before Young Master Zhang could speak, Ye Qingshui reluctantly cut his love, took out a leftover bun from his arms and stuffed it into his hand, saying enthusiastically:

    "Ah-it's been a long time since Comrade Zhang has seen you. There are so many weird things that I want to say to you, but there are still many people lined up behind. It's not

    easy to tell you the old times now." Zhang Yuanchao's mouth squirmed for a moment, what was the last thing? Didn't say, just looked at her suspiciously. After taking a few more glances, he looked away disgustingly.

    The girl in this village stunned herself every time. It's hard because Brother Yu has to face such a daughter-in-law every day.

    "Two catties of noodles, five taels of sugar, three taels of oil, two taels of meat, thank you comrade!" Ye Qingshui said crisply.

    She bought grain and oil and quickly evacuated the team. When she rode on a foreign car, Ye Qingshui's stomach was hungry all night and made a gurgling sound. She rubbed her belly and hurried back home, enduring her hunger.

    At the store, Zhang Yuanchao grabbed the remaining hot buns in his hands, and thought with a hum: It must not be corroded by the enemy's sugar-coated shells.

    How can a little favor, Xiaohui, buy off his golden and firm heart? But he had to take a look, what kind of buns the village girl gave him. It doesn't seem good to waste food. So... he decided to reluctantly eat the sugar-coated cannonballs sent by the enemy.