Qin Huairu had just arrived at Yang Zhenguo's house.
She heard Yang Zhenguo telling Zheng Juan and Zheng Guangming that he didn't eat anything for breakfast and only ate meatballs!
How much did he have to eat to be full?
Qin Huairu picked up the aluminum basin that her mother-in-law, Jia Zhangshi, had given her. It could hold three catties of white flour. At this moment, Qin Huairu felt that she should use the basin at home to hold the meatballs.
Qin Huairu was like an extra-large net bag. No matter how many lunchboxes there were, she could fit them all.
However, she was really blind to think that Yang Zhenguo was a fool.
"This lady, may I ask if this is Yang Zhenguo's home?”
Qin Huiru was about to push open Yang Zhenguo's door to ask for meatballs when someone spoke to her from behind.
Qin Huairu turned around and saw an old man in his fifties. He was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket and was holding a gray cloth bag in his hand. It was bulging and filled with unknown items.
Qin Huairu didn't know this old man either.
Inside the house, Yang Zhenguo also heard people talking outside. He swallowed the meatball in his mouth and walked to the door.
"Uncle Lu, why are you here? Sister Huairu was really warm-hearted. She even specially sent Uncle Lu over. Uncle Lu, there are only four families in our backyard. It's easy to find them.”
Yang Zhenguo recognized him at a glance. It was Lu Shiqing, who lived in a large courtyard on Qianmen Street, who had traded a sewing machine for a radio with Yang Zhenguo.
Qin Huairu was dumbfounded. How was she sending Lu Shiqing over?
She had smelled the fragrance of Yang Zhenguo's fried meatballs and had come over to ask for meatballs!
However, Qin Huairu could not deny it." Zhenguo, we're neighbors who live in the same courtyard. You're welcome."”
Qin Huairu could only follow Yang Zhenguo's words.
Lu Shiqing nodded repeatedly." Zhenguo, the relationship between your Siheyuan and your neighbors is really harmonious. It's not like our big courtyard where you argue over trivial matters." Thank you so much, lady. By the way, Zhenguo, you left in a hurry yesterday and I forgot to bring you food.”
Lu Shiqing handed the bag in his hand to Yang Zhenguo. He said that he was the only one at home, and he couldn't finish some food alone, so he wanted to bring it to Yang Zhenguo.
As he spoke, Lu Shiqing opened the gray cloth bag.
There were peanuts, melon seeds, cuban sugar, and even brown sugar wrapped in kraft paper!
In the late 60s and early 70s, brown sugar was a good thing.
A woman could only get two catties of brown sugar after giving birth.
When Qin Huiru was in confinement, her mother-in-law, Jia Zhangshi, had secretly eaten more than half of the brown sugar that she had prepared.
Jia Zhang-shi didn't drink brown sugar with water. She took a spoon and directly scooped it into her mouth to eat it in big mouthfuls.
He wasn't afraid of choking!
It was no wonder Jia Zhang-shi was so fat that she became a fat pig. In this era, people as fat as Jia Zhang-shi were rare.
"Uncle Lu, so what if you're here? Why did you bring anything?”Yang Zhenguo knew that the old man was a particular person from the time he exchanged sewing machines with Lu Shiqing. He didn't like to take advantage of others, and he didn't want others to suffer.
For example, the price of a sewing machine was higher than a desktop radio. However, Lu Shiqing gave Yang Zhenguo a half-finished military coat, sewing thread, sewing oil, and some fabric.
"This is nothing. Zhenguo, I still have something to do, so I won't be coming in.”Lu Shiqing was not willing to cause trouble for others. He was a very good little old man.
In comparison, Qin Huairu was instantly turned into dregs.
The aluminum basin in her hand was already hidden behind her.
Qin Huairu took advantage of Yang Zhenguo's conversation with Lu Shiqing to slip away.
Yang Zhenguo had already seen the large aluminum plate in Qin Huairu's hand. He didn't need to ask to know that Qin Huairu had appeared at their doorstep. She had come to ask for food after smelling the fragrance of the fried meatballs.
However, Yang Zhenguo would never give Qin Huairu a meatball.
It wasn't that Yang Zhenguo was stingy, but he knew very well what kind of person Qin Huairu was.
It was a deep well that could not be filled!
If she opened this door, just wait. As long as Yang Zhenguo's family had food, she would come over and ask for it.
Besides, Qin Huairu, Yi Zhonghai, and Silly Zhu had colluded together to trick Yang Zhenguo into replacing the stick and cutting the queue in the countryside. Would Yang Zhenguo give her food?
"Zhenguo, that female comrade is really interesting. She's holding such a big aluminum basin in her hand and deliberately hiding it behind her back.”
Lu Shiqing was also a discerning person. He could naturally tell that Qin Huairu was not here to deliver something to Yang Zhenguo's family.
Lu Shiqing didn't enter the house either. He just chatted with Yang Zhenguo through the door. The old man was anxious to go home and listen to the radio.
Yang Zhenguo had no choice but to ask Zheng Juan to take a big bowl of freshly fried meatballs for Lu Shiqing to bring back.
Lu Shiqing could not refuse and could only accept it.
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