In the 70s, a love-filled courtyard house dedicated to poaching the heroine's corner

After He Yuzhu distributed the sugar to the factory, he went into the back kitchen of the steel factory happily: "I put the sugar here, take it yourself."

Liu Lan has sharp eyes: "Yo! The director is coming to work?"

Ma Hua immediately stopped what he was doing, and came to him: "Master, Master, your face is so red."

"That's not it!" Liu Lan said with a gossipy face, "How about my daughter-in-law? Look how beautiful you are."

"Hey!" He Yuzhu shook his head even more when he heard Liu Lan's words, and when he saw the vegetables cut by Ma Hua, he said critically: "Look at how you cut the vegetables, it's far from your teacher's wife, your teacher's knife skills It's a little worse than me."

"Look at your heat... as my wife almost..."

"Your comprehension... is far behind your teacher's wife..."

"...Let me tell you, your mistress..."

"...my wife..."

"...My daughter-in-law is a master of Northeast cuisine, absolutely amazing..."

Throughout the whole day, the entire back kitchen was overwhelmed by Kong Qingfei's various hobbies.

Don't look at the underdeveloped information these days, but it's unbelievably fast when something goes viral.

During lunch time, He Yuzhu became the news in the factory.

He Yuzhu's current state would be called Dazzling Wife Mad Demon in modern times.

Most people listen to it and say a few words as a happy person, and it's over.

Those who looked down on He Yuzhu, and those who were jealous, all cursed behind their backs: "It stinks!"

After hearing this, Xu Damao hated him even more: "Damn! The poor man got the dog's head gold, and he had to carry three bags for every step! You stink so badly, you are not afraid of being stolen! Yes! Stealing people! I curse you Stupid bastard! Bah! Bah! Bah!"

It was only a few days before Kong Qingfei reported to work at the unit. After so many days of getting her body, she only had time to be alone today.

After inserting the door, Kong Qingfei entered the portable farm and packed out some grains, fruits, dry goods, cotton and linen fabrics, aquatic products, sugar and snacks that were easy to sell now. After counting, they packed them in sacks one by one.

Prepare three sets of coats, shoes, big black-rimmed glasses, and the most exaggerated ones are wigs and diapers.

Of course it's not real leather, it was made by a craftsman she used to use a kind of gum.

After everything was ready, Kong Qingfei left the farm, and found a plastic bag and a tightly sealed package with tape at the bottom of the dowry box.

Open the envelope with scissors, and there are bundles of letters inside.

According to memory, Kong Qingfei quickly categorized these letters:

need help;

interacting on an equal footing;

Those who can help the Kong family.

Those who need help are subdivided into: comrades in difficulties at home, comrades with physical disabilities who need help, and finally martyrs.

These are the interpersonal relationships of Confucian father. Because of Confucian father's sudden death, their family has no contact with these people. Some of them know that Confucian father passed away, and some of them don't.

Since she inherited the body of Kong's parents and daughters, she must inherit these connections. During the most difficult period, their family tightened their belts to help them. There is no reason to reform and open up immediately, and these relationships that have been in business for more than ten years lost.

If she doesn't have a farm, it may be difficult to help these people, but for her who doesn't need money and food, it's just a matter of effort, so why not do it.

After flipping through the previous letters and his father's notebook, Kong Qingfei took out a manuscript paper and started writing.

After writing the characters for several generations, Kong Qingfei wrote the small script with hairpin flowers quickly and well. In a short time, she finished writing more than 20 letters.

The content of the letter is roughly the same, that is, her parents died suddenly, she was jumping in the queue, and she only had time to deal with the funeral of her parents before going back to support the construction.

Several younger brothers and sisters in the family are young and do not understand the world, which led to no contact for more than two years.

Now that she has married and established a business, she hopes to continue to communicate with the elders. She can receive guidance and care from the elders. Her father Yuzhi Izumi will be very pleased and so on.

Then write the mailing address and recipient on the note paper, and note below whether to mail something, or mail a money ticket, and the quantity, and then paste the note paper and the letter one by one.

After they were all busy, Kong Qingfei looked at the time. It was almost time to get off work at noon. There were few people shopping at noon, but Kong Qingfei was going to the black market. The amount of national food stamps and the amount of money needed by the letter, at most, will be awarded to the Erdao traffickers for the earning point.

He picked up his bag, went out and locked the door, and went straight to the station.

Kong Qingfei reversed the car and went to Xicheng District, found an empty alley, asked the system to turn on the shielding function, entered the farm and put on the prepared disguise equipment, and when she came out, she was another person.

Going straight to the black market with a good reputation in memory, and confirmed the location of the black market today, Kong Qingfei walked around again, found a dead end with no one living in the houses on both sides, picked a clean place and erected a few logs, and then It was covered with a dirty-looking tattered straw mat, and inside it were four big, two small, and six bulging sacks, all of which were filled with sawdust.After thinking about it, it only took half a day, so no one should pick it up. Just looking at the dust on the ground, you can tell that no one came in.

When I entered the black market, I saw sporadic people with sacks or cloth bags with some things beside them, sitting or standing scatteredly, and people talking in low voices. Everyone kept vigilant.

The easy-going Kong Qingfei didn't hide from others, and she didn't have time to wait for the business to come to her door. She just went up to her bag and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Do you want white flour? Do you want polished rice? Brown sugar or white sugar?"

The way she was selling, the people she approached quickly moved away, as if she was afraid of the plague god.

Sure enough, not long after, a tall and thin man about 30 years old frowned and stopped Kong Qingfei: "You, come with me."

Kong Qingfei had some impression of this man, he was smoking at the entrance of the alley just now.

Kong Qingfei had something to rely on, so it was not difficult to get out, so she followed the man into another alley, but there was no one in the alley, she acted as if she didn't want to go any further, and ran away at any time: "Do you want to buy something?"

The man was a little speechless, but still said: "This is the first time? Don't you know the rules? How can you sell things like this?"

Kong Qingfei nodded: "This is my first time here, do you want to buy anything? I want national food coupons, the price is cheap, if you can ask for more, I can still get a cheaper price."

"Cough cough cough!" The man was so cured by Kong Qingfei's words that he sucked a puff of cigarettes into his throat, coughed non-stop, finally recovered his breath, picked up his seriousness and said, "Listen, I'm in charge of this area. If you want to sell things here, you have to abide by the rules here."

"Brother Gan'er?" Kong Qingfei asked tentatively.

Brother Gan'er frowned: "You know me, and you still sell things like this?" After hearing his name, one should know the trading rules here.

Kong Qingfei nodded, she was relieved knowing that it was Brother Gan'er.

Brother Gan'er is a nice guy and has a brain. In the first few years, the food supply was difficult, so he asked a few buddies to help the factory canteen collect food.

It was a good job, earning money and solving the difficulties in the factory, but there was that vicious person who was reported and exposed.This is a major crime of speculation, and if it is verified, a group of people can be involved in this matter.

Brother Gan'er is a man of righteousness, and he took care of everything by himself. He didn't get involved with any of the brothers who worked with him, and even took out the factory.

The factory leader remembered his kindness, and later helped to get rid of the relationship and suppress the matter.

Also because he didn't get too much evidence, he was dealt with according to the minimum amount, but when something like this happened, the factory couldn't keep him, so he had to be fired, and let it go.

Later, Brother Gan'er set up such a black market, relying on collecting some good things and earning a little difference to make a living. Because of his good character, many people came to him.

Kong Qingfei continued: "You are the owner of this place. If you buy it, I will give you a cheap price. If you sell it, you can earn at least [-]%." Then he opened his pocket, held it in front of Brother Gan'er, and showed him: " You see, they are all good things, the quality is guaranteed, take a look at the goods."

Faced with Kong Qingfei's unreasonable playing of cards, Brother Gan'er was completely speechless. Looking at the pocket that barely covered his face, what caught his eye was white flour. He picked up a little and tasted it.

Seeing Brother Gan'er's actions, Kong Qingfei felt a little dark. This way of trading is really crazy. She is really just selling noodles!

"Your products are of this quality?" Brother Gan'er tasted white sugar, brown sugar and rice, and they were indeed better than those on the market now, at least two grades higher.

"It's all for special needs." Produced on the farm, it is absolutely good-looking, organic and green, and pollution-free.

"How much do you have? How do you change it? I can't eat too much."

Kong Qingfei didn't think too much at once: "200 catties each for grain and 30 catties each for sugar." The quotation said: "The price of the national food coupon is 0.2 yuan/jin for polished rice, 0.25 yuan/jin for refined noodles, and 1.1 yuan/jin for refined brown sugar. , snow white sugar 1.0 yuan/jin."

"I don't have many national food stamps." National food stamps are also in short supply.

Kong Qingfei thought for a while, this time she had only tentative contact with her father's friends, and most of them were not easy to mail directly. When the other party replied to the letter, the things in her farm should be enough to deal with, and what was lacking, she would just make up for it.

I calculated the number of food stamps I needed this time, but there were actually not many: "I don't want all food stamps, 150 catties of national coarse grain grain stamps, I'll give you 100 catties of polished rice, 50 catties of national fine grain grain stamps, I'll give you Exchange 50 catties of refined noodles, and give me money for the rest." He also quoted the price of the money: "polished rice 0.25 yuan/jin, refined noodles 0.3 yuan/jin, refined brown sugar 1.2 yuan/jin, snow white sugar 1.1 yuan/jin, Local tickets, paper rolls, and money.” Picking up the bag in his hand: “I’m giving you these, at this price you can make at least [-]% by flipping your hands, you prepare the money tickets, and I’ll take them with you.” goods."

Brother Gan'er nodded, as long as these words, he has no problem: "Okay, I want them all, just wait."

After a while, Brother Gan'er came over on a small tricycle with a bucket: "Let's go."

"Where's the money?" Kong Qingfei asked.

Brother Gan'er took out the money, rolls, and tickets.

Kong Qingfei stretched out her hand unceremoniously: "Let me tap first to check the authenticity."

Brother Gan'er happily handed over the money to Kong Qingfei.

Kong Qingfei finished reading one by one, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, wrapped the money, rolls, and tickets, and handed them back to Brother Gan'er.

Brother Gan'er didn't care, and put the handkerchief bag into his jacket pocket, and deliberately exposed a quarter of it.

Kong Qingfei led Brother Gan'er to the place she had prepared, and under the cover of the broken straw mat, put away the sawdust sacks and replaced them with grain sacks.

Brother Gan'er also got out of the car, and took out an iron rod from the bucket.

Pipe fork?Brother Gan'er, do you want to eat black?

Seeing the legendary murder weapon, Kong Qingfei took two steps back, with her hands behind her back, ready to take a long ax from the farm if something went wrong.

Only when she saw that the 'pipe fork' was empty on one side, like a Luoyang shovel, did she feel relieved.

Seeing Kong Qingfei backing away, Brother Gan'er didn't come close to her, so he opened the sack directly, inserted the iron rod into the bottom easily, lifted it up to have a look, and inserted each bag three or four times to make sure it wasn't superficial, so Brother Gan'er took the handkerchief The bag was thrown to Kong Qingfei.

"Let's go." Kong Qingfei weighed the handkerchief bag in her hand, put it in her arms, and ran out of the alley without looking back.

Brother Gan'er shook his head as he watched, put the sack into the cart in twos and twos, and covered it with rags. When he saw the broken straw mats and logs on the ground, he went over and took a look, and found that it was clean except for the broken ones. They also threw them on the road car, kicked off, and rode away.

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