Attack Stream of Life

    Shou…

    Why should I stop and turn back three steps? Confused?

    Zhao Ming was so annoyed that he wanted to beat his head, and he had to brace himself to deal with the sudden inquiry from the patrol.

    This person should be a captain, a smiling, very polite young man. The eyes are long and narrow, with a smile that is not a smile, and somehow reminds people of those heroes who wander between gentle and scum.

    Anyway, Zhao Ming, who was caught, was a little flustered at the time. He asked them what was going on in the local dialect.

      Shivering Shao Ming.

    Lu Zhaoming didn't disguise himself, he still looked like a fair and handsome young man, his peach blossom eyes with raised tails blinked innocently.

    "Don't be afraid." The captain spoke lazily and put his hand on Zhaoming's shoulder, "Where did you come from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

    Zhao Ming felt a little strange, not only because the young man stood on his left, but stretched out his hand to put his right shoulder, and pressed his fingers lightly on his shoulder. Suddenly creepy. And he felt that the tone was inexplicably familiar, so familiar that the whole person was not quite right.

    "Selling food? ... I don't think so? What's in it?"

    Zhao Ming had MMP in his heart, he could open it up and look at it, and he had such a strong smell of alcohol, but people had to ask, like a cat tricking a mouse.

    Zhao Ming is extremely reluctant to be teased like this. Being good-natured does not mean that he has no temper. That is to say, just now, when he is caught, isn't it a mouse and a cat?

      Your life is safe, please stand on guard early in the morning, have you eaten breakfast?"

    The young man approached, his eyes narrowed happily, "Are you in time for the morning market?"

    "...Hey! Isn't this a response to the call of the state to encourage farmers to carry out family sideline businesses to increase their income during slack farming? These are agricultural and sideline products, there are more in the countryside and less in the city, so I just help everyone run Run errands, solve the misunderstanding caused by the lack of communication between the two sides, and help solve the burden on the people."

    Zhao Ming is very pure, and his smile is as bright as winter sunshine. I can't believe that he can speak so cleanly about smuggling with such a harmless face.

    This young man broke his skill in a second, then smiled sullenly and immediately returned to his original lazy appearance, "No errand fee? So stingy?"

    The fingers on the shoulders pinched, Zhaoming froze, and smiled again, "How can there be any errand fees for collective affairs? We are a socialist country, and we don't like capitalism. That set."

    The slender-eyed young man turned his head and glared at him, then retracted his hand, "Take it out and see, if it's good, we'll buy it."

    When Zhao Ming heard it, did he buy something by smelling alcohol? No, your patrol team is so knowledgeable about breaking the law, okay? Thinking so, he pushed away the grass in the bamboo basket, revealing the glass bottle inside.

    "That's all, it took a lot of spoiled grapes to succeed. Well, it's all here."

    Although I was frightened, the final result was good. A basket of wine was sold, not only at the market price, but also in exchange for a lot of tickets. However, Zhao Ming said that he would rather not make this money, sincerely, the young man just looked at Sven, and he was bad and bad.

    Like a wolf cub.

    "Brother Zhaoming—Brother Zhaoming, are you there?"

    "Here... ah, Er Mao, what's the matter?"

    Zhao Ming came out of the house. Since he brought back cheap brown sugar to the whole village, the people of this village don't seem to treat him as an outsider. The people who call others are educated youths (surname), and the closer is Comrade XX (name). When they arrive at Zhaoming, the elders call 'Xiao Zhao' and 'Aming', while the peers call 'Brother Zhaoming' and 'Brother Ming'. , the younger generation will call him uncle.

    But then again, he brought back quite a lot of brown sugar, and the price was only two-thirds of the market price, even the most miserly women in the village bought a few taels, and the generous ones still bought it. Less gifts to relatives and friends, it is very decent to take out during the Chinese New Year. In addition, this money is deducted from the money for selling food, and it is even more favorable when you convert it, and you will earn it if you buy it.

    The villagers have tasted the sweetness of this kind of transaction, and said they will do it in the future.

    Zhao Ming is very curious, why are people in this village not afraid of death? These days, smuggling is still very powerful, but it is unscientific that men, women and children are eager to try it.

    Afterwards, a few people told him about the local situation. First, according to the local tradition, after all the children are married, they must separate the family. No, so don't think about Meng Zuyin or something, just fight for yourself.

    So everyone is bewildered by the little **** money, it is too difficult to find food in the land, everyone always wants to do something bigger.

    This village is still relatively slow, and the whole village in such and such places is exchanging chicken feathers for sugar. How many years has he been doing it? It is not uncommon for people to sell buttons, needles and thread, and pruning knives for people in such and such places. They were caught and released, and they were as thick-skinned as the city walls.

    There are many hills here, and high-quality land is relatively scarce, so gold has to be dug out in other places, so smuggling is really endless. I have to live, I have to support my wife and children, so since farming can't bring me that, why don't I try something else?

    People are in a hurry, what can't they do?

    Poor, change, change, pass, this is the truth.

    And then, it has something to do with the clan concept on the southern side. The clan has both good and bad sides, but without exception, it is a relatively united force, and it can even compete with the official.

    The local grassroots leaders are basically from various townships, and behind them there are a group of the same clan and clan living in the village. So it's not easy to explain things like this kind of smuggling from the same clan and the same clan, just turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye, so that everyone can live a better life.

    Zhao Ming understands why the black market here is so open.

    After the uncle finished speaking, he couldn't help but praise Zhaoming, "You're a good young man, you have a good mind, you dare to think and do it, and you are diligent and practical, you see, you have come At the latest, you can learn the local dialect the fastest and have a brain. The most important thing is that you can't live with your head up all the time, sometimes you have to put your head down. I see, those educated youths are very good at learning, If you can't do business, you can't put your arrogance on your face when you do business. It's the same with being a person, too proud and you won't be able to go long."

    This uncle is quite prestigious in the local area and belongs to the level of elders. After he has shown appreciation for Zhaoming, let alone Zhaoming, even the educated youths have made a lot of profits, as if they are more integrated into this small village.

    "Brother Zhaoming, someone in the county is looking for you, at the third uncle's place." Er Mao said.

    Anyone in the county looking for it? Zhaoming was puzzled, he didn't have any acquaintances here, how could anyone find him?

    "That's fine, I'll go right away." Zhaoming gave Er Mao a piece of peanut candy left over from the Chinese New Year. This piece of candy is not small, the square child is a big slap, and the child can eat it for several days if it is broken, so the educated youth are willing to do so. Among them, Zhaoming has the loosest hand and loves the child very much. The children in the village like him very much.

    Er ​​Mao took the candy and left.

    Zhao Ming went to the interior to find a lambskin coat and put it on his body, took a cyan oil-paper umbrella and walked out slowly.

      , wrapped up like a bear boy, just about this, the aunts in the village have laughed at him several times.

      Mind. This has to be replaced by someone else, but there may not be such a good treatment.

    "Auntie, don't be busy, take a rest." Zhao Ming took out fried soybeans and fried pumpkin seeds from his pocket, stuffed a handful for Auntie, and a handful for the two little ones on the side. baby. This is also the reason why he is popular. Even if he goes to someone else's house temporarily, he never comes empty-handed.

    "Your third uncle is in the hall, stay for dinner?"

    "No, no, you're welcome."

    Zhao Ming went to the main house, in addition to the old village chief, he also saw a very familiar person.

    "Ah..."

    Zhaoming only opened his mouth, the smiling and gentle young man stood up and put his hand on his shoulder, and said to the old village chief, "I haven't seen Zhaoming for a long time, and I don't know It was also a coincidence that he came here. The last time I saw him, I knew that he was here with you. In the future, I can’t tell you that I will come here often, so I have to trouble you to make it more convenient.”

    Long time no see?

    What coincidence?

    What the hell?

    Zhao Ming looked at the captain of the patrol who had only one relationship and did not get along well.

    The superb acting captain slapped Zhaoming's shoulder with a smile, "Really, Amin?"

    Amin is a ghost.

    Although his heart was tumbling, Zhaoming's face was still very calm and serious, he was curious about the purpose of this man, and why he pretended that they were good friends, and also laughed, "Yes, yes, it's been a long time. We saw each other, but we didn't contact each other, and we almost didn't recognize them."

    The village chief was holding a snow-white cigarette, reluctant to light it, hehe smiled, "It's all right, it's very convenient. If you don't mind the trouble, come often, ah. Come on, you guys Young people, let's talk, I'll go see what the old lady is doing."

    The old village kindly left space for the two of them.

    As soon as the old village head left, Zhaoming's face changed, although he still smiled, but he couldn't see the kindness from before, he reached out and twisted the hand on his shoulder, " Oh, long time no see, why didn't I know my old friend is still here?"

    "Are you unhappy?" The other party spread his hands and leaned on the pillar of the top beam with a smile. He looked at the upright young man just now, but now he looks very serious. "Don't be unhappy. I didn't lie to you last time. My name is Qiao Kuan. How old are you, just call me Brother Kuan."

    Unexplainable.

    Zhao Ming doesn't understand what this man is looking for. He is a patrol captain with a bit of power in his hands, looking for him, a rural educated youth, and pretending to be his childhood friend. Bar?

    "The wine was delicious last time, do you still have it here?"

    "For the wine?" For some reason, Zhao Ming breathed a sigh of relief, for the wine, that's easy.

    Qiao Kuan's eyes narrowed, like an old cat with a full stomach and licking its paws, "Yeah."

    "Wine, also pomegranate wine, bayberry wine and mulberry wine, but only half a year, the wine taste is relatively light, sweet and sour."

    There are many fruit trees in the back hills of the village, which belong to the collective assets of the village. Except for some of them handed over to the supply and marketing cooperative for money and tickets, the rest are owned by the villagers. Because the supply and marketing cooperatives don't take much each time, the villagers beat some by themselves, and there are still a lot left on the trees, so Zhaoming picked some wine. He especially likes the fruit from the wild fruit trees deep in the back mountain.

    Educational youths all know that there are two 'smart daughters-in-law' among them, one is Comrade Xiaoyu, who marinates black plums, stir-fries local wild tea, sun-dried sauce, sun-baked sausages... The other is Zhaoming , There is a big jar under the bed, there are salted eggs, pine eggs, fermented bean curd with wine, there is also self-brewed fruit wine, and you can also prepare your own jiu.

    Every time the educated youth see the two chefs in the kitchen weighing the spoons, they will have a heart: They are all from the city, why are you so talented?

    Qiao Kuan nodded, "I'll take a look first."

    "Buy wine, buy wine, why are you my old friend?"

    "It's not a one-shot deal, what's more, I see, you still have to go to the county town in the future, right? I am familiar with the county town, I know what anyone has and what they lack, the real Good things don't go to the morning market. How about our urban-rural cooperation? Isn't it better than you fighting alone?"

    "We just met."

    "The white head is as new, and the cover is as old."

    “…you got me thinking.”

    The two went to the educated youth point. It’s just the New Year’s day, and there’s not much to do in the fields. Everyone takes advantage of this time to visit relatives, so the educated youths rarely have free time. It was getting late and it was cold outside, so everyone was sitting around the stove, holding a glass bottle full of hot water, and discussing whether to eat baked rice cakes or steamed nests at night.

    Comrade Xiaoyu went home, and the rest of the educated youth were reluctant to part, crying as if they were going abroad. Fortunately, Zhaoming is still there, and this day can finally go on. However, compared to Comrade Xiaoyu, an all-around player who is used to learning from the north and the south, Comrade Zhaoming's cooking skills are a bit more biased, and everyone has only discovered it now.

    Comrade Zhaoming is best at making dim sum, and mid-points are fine, but there is not much room to play here, so I just get some wotou buns in the morning, and use oil and meat extravagantly for the New Year. , flour to make Shanghai market fried buns that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. These desserts are delicious, they are not proper meals.

    Comrade Zhaoming is also very good at cooking porridge, soup, and steamed vegetables. A bowl of wild mushroom soup is so fresh that he can swallow his tongue. He will even make a very delicious tofu feast.

    However, Zhaoming has a light taste, and the dishes he is good at are also steamed and stewed, with less salt and less oil, which is very healthy. It doesn't matter if you eat this kind of food for a few days, but if you eat it for more than ten days in a row, there will be problems. It's too bland.

    The mouths of the educated youths have been raised by Comrade Xiaoyu's family chef's craftsmanship. Comrade Xiaoyu has made many sauces by himself. Even vegetarian dishes can make meat dishes. , he is good at turning greasy meat dishes into refreshing vegetarian dishes.

    Comrades from Sichuan and Shu are the saddest, drinking clear soup and shedding tears every day, but Comrade Xiaoyu is not here, what can I do? For soups and steamed dishes, at most, put a little bit of bean paste, chili oil, etc.

    Limited by the materials, there is basically no meat dishes on the table after the new year. The craftsmanship is limited, and the taste is light. Educated youths who don't eat spicy food think it's fine. Zhaoming's craftsmanship is still quite good, but the heavy taste of spicy food is greedy.

    On the Nth day that Comrade Xiaoyu left, I miss her, miss her, miss her.

      , Steamed wotou can also be filled with fillings. You can sit around the fire, chat while eating, and eat it warmly in your stomach, which is warm and comfortable.

    This proposal was unanimously approved.

    The comrades finally stopped complaining about Zhaoming's temple-style cooking. The first thing they woke up every morning was to think: what to eat at night?

    Qiao Kuan arrived at the educated youth point, saw a group of people sitting around the kitchen, and greeted Zhaoming, "Xiao Zhao, what do you want for dinner?"

    Zhao Ming waved his hand, "I still have some glutinous rice flour, how about eating sake lees dumplings today?"

    "Don't you keep it for two days for Lantern Festival?"

    "I'll keep it for the Lantern Festival."

    "Big round or small round, do you put winter melon candy?"

    "Refresh with mint."

    "Put red bean paste, the sand is sweet."

    Everyone was talking about what was more delicious in it.

    Qiao Kuan looked at the Coke in his heart, and said in his heart how the educated youths in this village were not the same as the ones he had been in contact with before, and he was cheerful. This educated youth spot is different. The yard is surrounded by melons, fruits and vegetables, and a shelf is also set up, and there are old loofah vines on it. On the ground were a few hens with sharply clipped feathers pecking, and a few ducklings with flat bills, swaying around.

    I didn't even see it as an educated youth, and if I didn't know, I thought I had entered the home of a fellow.

    Zhaoming entered the room, lay on the ground and pulled the jar from under the bed, Qiao Kuan leaned against the door, looked at the well-organized boys' dormitory, and smiled as Zhaoming took things, "I can Do you want to eat a bowl? There is no one in my family. After my uncle left, I haven't had a serious home meal for years. "

    "What kind of house meal is this?" Zhaoming stood up holding the jars, he placed the jars and flicked the dust off his knees, "I have to ask everyone first. Aren't you afraid that it's too late to go back?"

    "It's only an hour away, what's there to be afraid of."

    Zhao Ming remembered that this person seemed to have come on a bicycle, and the bicycle was still parked at the door of the old village chief's house.

    The educated youths were very enthusiastic. I heard that they were looking for Zhaoming's old friend from the city and asked him to stay for dinner. Qiao Kuan hit the snake and followed the stick, and opened his mouth to promise that he would go to the county seat to stay at his house for two days in the future, and he was very 'my family' thank you for taking care of Zhaoming on weekdays.

    "You are Amin's friends, and they are my friends. You can go to the county town to find me in the future. If you don't break the law or violate the principles, it's your duty." He naturally put his hand on Zhaoming's shoulder, Sincere and enthusiastic attitude.

    The **** men all said yes, yes, yes, only one **** muttered, 'Why does it seem like a partner is coming? ', she just said casually, followed by 'Okay, okay'.

    Zhao Ming twitched the corners of his mouth, not really wanting to speak.