The 1970s Female Supporting Actress Counterattack

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The first stall brought in a very good profit, prompting Lin Wanwan to take another half-day off and ask someone to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy raw materials for osmanthus cake.

Last time, she sold at a low price and a high volume to test the market demand. This time, Lin Wanwan planned to raise the price a bit, 30 cents a piece. She made 30 pieces this time, and she could make 9 yuan if she sold all of them.

However, she met Lin Qiu as soon as she went out. The basket in Lin Wanwan's hand was too obvious, and Lin Qiu saw it at a glance. She paused, walked closer and said, "Where are you going, sister? This cover cloth is so beautiful, what good things are in it?"

Lin Wanwan was wary of her. There was an irreconcilable contradiction between the heroine and the supporting actress. This book likes to use the stupidity and misery of the supporting characters to set off the intelligence and wisdom of the protagonist.

So she made up an excuse without changing her expression: "We bought too many eggs at home, so I went to give some to my grandmother."

Lin Qiu felt sour in her heart, knowing that Lin Wanwan's mother was a salesperson in the supply and marketing cooperative, and the benefits were good. The food that could not be sold was distributed to them to take home.

More than ten years ago, when no one could afford to eat meat, Lin Wanwan's family could drink bone soup every now and then.

Lin Qiu forced a smile, comforting herself that she was the heroine and good days were waiting for her. She said politely: "Sister is really filial."

Lin Wanwan didn't plan to talk to her for more, saying that she was in a hurry and left first. She looked back a few times and confirmed that she didn't catch up before she went to the black market with peace of mind.

*

In the low and simple wooden house, Song Zhi made lunch in the shed built outside the door.

He put the washed brown rice and sweet potatoes into the pot. Although his movements were not skillful, they were neat and efficient. The fire in the stove was also lit, and soon a pot of sweet potato porridge came out of the pot.

He then made a dish of stir-fried pork slices with bamboo shoots and stir-fried cabbage. The vegetables were grown in his own fields, and the meat was bought from the supply and marketing cooperative.

Aunt Fang and Grandma Wang from next door happened to pass by and smelled the meat aroma coming from the shed. They saw that it was Song Zhi who was busy inside, and they couldn't help but discuss it.

Grandma Wang: "Isn't this the little rascal from the Song family? He can actually cook?"

Auntie Fang: "Didn't his grandmother break her leg a few days ago? No one is waiting for him, so of course he has to cook."

Grandma Wang: "This meat is so delicious. It's not easy to afford meat. He must have robbed a lot of money."

Auntie Fang: "This money is not earned cleanly. I don't know how he can spend it. My husband and his father used to be colleagues. If Old Song sees his son doing this in the underworld, he will probably jump up..."

Auntie Fang was shouting loudly there, and it was hard for Song Zhi not to hear it. He looked over, and before he could react, Auntie Fang was so scared that she pulled Grandma Wang away, as if she had seen some kind of flood and monster.

Song Zhi brought the prepared rice and dishes into the house, and then helped grandma out of bed. Grandma Song saw that there was pork in today's dishes again, and asked: "Where does this meat come from? It's quite expensive, right?"

Song Zhi served her a bowl of porridge: "Don't worry about it, take good care of your health first."

Grandma Song knew that although this grandson was unruly, he had a good heart and was smart, so she was always very confident in him. "Okay, then I won't worry about it."

After dinner, Song Zhi cleaned up the dishes and washed them, and settled grandma down before leaving. He had something to do and went to see Dadong, and met Shen Qing when he passed by the government office building.

Shen Qing and Song Zhi have known each other since childhood, but Shen Qing is much calmer and is a good student. A few years ago, he responded to the country's call to go to the countryside. Last year, his father retired from the Human Resources and Social Security Bureau, and Shen Qing came back to take over his father's work.

Shen Qing has been busy with the work of sending young intellectuals to the countryside these days, and he was exhausted. When he saw Song Zhi, his brows relaxed all of a sudden. He put his hand on Song Zhi's shoulder, "Brother, long time no see, come with me to the state-owned hotel for a drink?"

Song Zhi looked at this person who suddenly appeared, his eyes were dark, and he could see that he was exhausted by work. He nodded: "Let's go."