Bai Fumei in the 70’s

He came to a deep alley with a sullen face, reached out his hand, and his identity certificates fell into his hands.

He pinched the stack of paper and counted it a bit, then took out the money to settle the bill.

A thin young man said: "Brother Bo will take care of our business in the future."

"Is Mr. Bai going back now, don't you consider staying in S City for development?"

"Yeah, I won't say much, and I will see you again in the future. The business that Mr. Bai has instructed us will be well guarded, and I will thank you for making money later."

Several young people in the community talked one by one.

He Songbai handed everyone a cigarette, and soon finished a box. He stroked the matchbox, and the blazing fire was like a meteor, flashing out.

His cold eyebrows contained a faint smile, "These things will be returned to you later."

He Songbai raised his identity certificate.

He replaced all the net worth of the debt collection with eight Longines. The delicate little guys in his arms are all his hopes. Before the post office closed, He Songbai entrusted several people to different post offices and sent the table back to the countryside.

The eight parcels were packed and placed on the shelves properly, waiting for the courier to pick them up tomorrow morning.

...

Zhao Lanxiang finished packing, and wanted to ask He Songbai what he wanted to eat at night, and then went to the black market to buy some food or something. Unexpectedly, he went to his house, but she found that the room was empty except for the neatly packed luggage on the bed .

"Really, I didn't say a word when I went out." Zhao Lanxiang grunted.

Zhao Lanxiang, carrying his wallet and bills, went to the black market by himself. She bought ten pounds of crabs in one go, and added a pound of white wine, various kinds of spices.

Zhao Lanxiang bought the spices one by one according to the list written in advance... good crabs have good ingredients, the crabs in S city are fat and fat, and they are delicious and sweet, and the meat is close to the teeth. This is difficult in N city. Affordable. She plans to make more on the last night and take it back to the country to eat.

Zhao Lanxiang steamed and steamed the crab in the cage, dismantled the crab legs, split the crab meat, the meat of the crab shell was broken, the light was white and the juice was crystal clear, and I had not added any seasonings yet. Sweet and delicious, cream like curd.

She bought a clay pot, poured half a catty of white wine down, and waited for the crab meat to cool and pour into the wine. She chopped the seasoning according to the proportion of the secret recipe, fried it in a pot, buried it under the crab meat one by one, sealed the pot tightly, and marinated it for three or five days on a cold day before eating it.

This is called wine trough crab, also called crab foot stuffing. An attractive flavored snack, it is suitable to have rice and wine.

Zhao Lanxiang grabbed the heavy clay pot, grabbed the remaining four crabs with satisfaction, and started dinner tonight.

When He Songbai came back from the outside, he smelled the fragrant smell from the kitchen on the first floor before walking upstairs.

The girl at the front desk of the guest house complained and enviously said, "I don't know how to lend this **** to the kitchen!"

"Every day the food is better than the food we provide. Guests have to complain."

Seeing complaints about entertaining all the good things, but hiding and tampering with them, he refused to take them out and entertain guests, injustice!

The girl at the front desk wanted to say something, but the man was gone.

He Songbai walked up the stairs blankly, but his brisk steps revealed his joyful mood.

Zhao Lanxiang filled him with a bowl of rice and smiled and said with a smile: "If you are full, go to catch the train tomorrow."

He Songbai pulled out two sleeping berths from his arms, pinched sweatingly in his hand, and handed Zhao Lanxiang: "You hold this."

Zhao Lanxiang smiled and put them in his pocket, and did not ask him when to buy them. Now Bo Geer has money, and has the ability, you can buy tickets for sleepers if you want to buy them. She didn't have to think about many things, he had done it silently.

He Songbai began to eat big mouthful, without concealing his love for crab meat.

Zhao Lanxiang whispered with her cheek: "Crab stuffed orange, crab meat lion head, crab oil crystal ball, snowflake crab bucket, fried crab powder."

She sighed and said, "Unfortunately, I didn't eat it for you."

He Songbai bitterly frowned deeply and looked at the subject.

"do not talk……"

How can such a beautiful thing come to mind.

He Songbai felt that the garlic fried crab in his bowl was already delicious and untrue. His mouth was full of meat and vaguely: "This is delicious."

Zhao Lanxiang curled her lips and smiled.

...

A few days later, they returned to Hezitun.

When He Songbai carried the pottery home, he passed by the cowshed and was drank by Gu Gong.

Gu Huaijin asked: "Come back?"

He Songbai nodded inexplicably.

Gu Huaijin's eyes stared straight at the large pottery jar carried by He Songbai.

Faced with this kind of look, He Songbai has been surprised, after all, he has been counted on the train countless times in the past few days.

Every time when he had lunch, the subject lifted the lid and clamped it out a bit to taste it, and the passenger in that compartment found it.

It's so fragrant!

The rich and sweet wine flavor is mixed with the umami of crab meat, which makes the passengers who take out the dry food nibble on the noodles. Fragrant.

He Songbai had to take a clean bowl and get some crab meat out.

Gu Gong leaned against the railing of a cow, and the old **** was saying: "Have you finished?"

His calm tone revealed a trace of impatience, "The shed is gray, ah, are you brainless!"

Wu Yong came out with a big broom, and said gently: "Okay, okay! Teacher, you can sleep peacefully."

Gu Huaijin didn't take care of him. All his attention was attracted by the meat in the bowl. The clear and sweet wine was soaked that the crab meat was crystal clear, exuding a refreshing fragrance. The slightly thin crab shell was soaked in Microsoft, and the red crab tongs were still hard.

Gu Huaijinsheng was born in the north, and he rarely had the opportunity to eat seafood.

The whole person was intoxicated, and the sweet sweetness on his tongue was mixed with the sweetness of wine and the sweetness of the crab. He chewed the crab shell crunchy and sucked out the delicate white meat inside Pieces of crab meat were as white as snowflakes, and his teeth were cool. His heart was rippling like a spring breeze, and the ripples flicked across the lake.

Gu Huaijin finished licking the wine in the bowl, and his face was slightly reddish.

"Really tasty!"

"Wait for so many days, no loss, but... is this a bit less?"

He Songbai reluctantly redistributed half a bowl to Gu Gong, instructing: "It's a little cold, don't eat too much, be careful diarrhea."

Gu Huaijin waved at him indifferently.

Wu Yong took a rag and began to wipe the cow's food trough. He carried two large buckets of water, diligently and diligently like an old cow, and scrupulously cleaned Gu Huaijin's old den.

But Gu Huaijin wouldn't thank him. The old man was rather sullen and was eating well. This kid was too blind to make a pile of dust.

Gu Huaijin had to hold the bowl and squatted under the eaves of the He family, his **** against the cool brick to enjoy his lunch.

He scooped up a bowl of rice in the cafeteria, it was warm, and it was served with a wine trough crab.

After he finished eating, Wu Yong walked over and wiped his sweat gently and said: "Teacher, I will go first."

"If there is still a place where I will be needed in the future, despite the orders. I did it wrong before, only to keep my mind and protect myself, leaving the teacher's method and thoughts to do the engineering."

"I'm ashamed."

Gu Huaijin was among the poor and vulgar countrymen, and he had already tossed away the original Qing Gao Jiner. He could roar a few curse country words in his throat. Suddenly he met such creaky words, and his whole bones listen It's all crisp.

He still immersed himself in the meal, caring about authentically: "Forget it, forget it!"

"It's all a debt to be a teacher, just pay what I owe you!"

Gu Huaijin whispered in his heart, that I didn't dare to collect debts like this. He was very cautious, and he was very envious.

Whether they were Sun Xiang and Wang Yang squatting in the prison, or Hu Prophet and Wu Yong who began to reflect on their hard work every day, these people were expelled from the trust list. After falling once, he could not fall again in the same place.

Seeing Gu Huaijin's indifferent appearance, Wu Yong didn't say much. He only carried two empty buckets with a broom and left silently.

...

He Songbai went to Master He and begged him to keep the piglets in a hurry. He had decided to put them down.

Master He sees that he can return to the book in the last time, and of course he is happy. Those piglets were only a few pounds of meat, and they didn't make much money to kill. He was not willing to kill them. He stayed and waited for He Songbai to take over.

He answered in one bite, "Know it!"

"I suckle pigs are reserved for you, but you have to make up enough money quickly. It is already a loss to be willing to give you half of the credit..."

Master He grumbled.

He Songbai nodded and solemnly and seriously said: "I will soon, as soon as I raise the pigs and make money, the first one to thank you!"

He left a pack of Great China cigarettes and retired.

Master He opened the exquisite cigarette pack, ordered one to smoke, and scolded: "This stupid boy is poor, he still buys cigarettes."

He couldn't help thinking of the scene a few months ago when this kid had three great China to kill the pig farm. It was thin and tall, and now the fat on the pig farm is raised tall and strong every day. It looks quite handsome, with thick eyebrows and strong spirits.

It makes people feel at ease.

He hopes that the last batch of piglets in his pig factory will be sold sooner, and he will earlier go home and spend a leisure time on the farm...

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