After putting all the bitter gourds over, Yang Jingjing began to eat her own food, the taste was not very good, she was thinking in her heart to find a time to learn cooking skills from dry milk by herself, and then bring her own cooking to eat.

After eating a few bites, Yang Jingjing felt that although the rice was delicious, it was really tasteless to eat dry rice, especially when there was a person at the same table who was still eating fried pork, which hooked out Yang Jingjing's gluttony.

Although she is greedy, she is not a person who does not know how to measure, how can she be embarrassed to eat other people's things for no reason, let alone such a precious meat at this time.

As soon as she thought of this, Yang Jingjing thought of the lunch box that Feng Zhang returned again, she glanced at it, and then pushed it in the direction of Feng Zhang, and said in her mouth: "Teacher Feng, this is specially made for you by my mother, my brother and I ate your white flour steamed buns yesterday without being sensible, and when I went back, my mother scolded the two of us, if you don't accept this today, I don't know how to explain when I go back?" Although I know that this is not comparable to white-flour steamed buns, our family can't help it, and we really can't get those fine grains. Why don't you tell me what you want to eat? I'll go back and talk to my parents to see if I can buy it for my eldest sister? ”

Feng Zhang lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the lunch box, the expression on his face became even more disgusted, and he directly ignored Yang Jingjing's words, and threw down a sentence: "I don't eat that thing." ”

The meaning of this dislike is really not hidden at all, Yang Jingjing is now very curious, what did her mother bring to Feng Zhang, which caused him to dislike it like this.

With curiosity, Yang Jingjing opened the lunch box, and inside was a plate of stir-fried vegetables, green and white vegetables were mixed and fried together, the color was quite good, and it was also a little oily, which showed that her mother had made a lot of money.

This is obviously not bad, even if Fengzhang usually eats very well, he shouldn't dislike this dish so much.

Yang Jingjing felt that something was wrong, she pulled the lunch box in front of her, and took a closer look, the green was green chili peppers, and the white ones were ...... Probably a kind of meat?

"What's this?" Yang Jingjing asked sincerely.

Yang Jianzheng, who was sitting next to her, ate a mouthful of bitter melon, and then said calmly: "Snake meat." ”

"Snake ......"

The expression on Yang Jingjing's face paused, and then quickly pushed the lunch box away, you must know that yesterday she didn't eat at the table because of eating snake meat at home at night, but she didn't expect to be in front of her for so long today.

At first, I didn't know that it was snake meat, but now that I know, Yang Jingjing began to get goosebumps all over her body, and she always felt like ants were crawling.

She finally knew why Feng Zhang was so disgusted, and she also knew why she saw his face so strange today, and she dared to love because she brought him a box full of snake meat!

For a person who is afraid of snakes, no matter how delicious this is, he definitely doesn't want to see it, let alone eat it! Otherwise, I always felt numb in my heart, and Yang Jingjing felt that I could understand how Feng Zhang felt when he opened this lunch box.

But fortunately, she recognized it as snake meat, and it would be embarrassing if she ate it.

It is estimated that her mother didn't think of this layer, and she didn't know that Feng Zhang was as afraid of snakes as she was, and deliberately left half of it for him to fry and eat, which can be regarded as a good intention.

Yang Jingjing originally wanted Lao Qi to finish this box of snake meat, because she didn't want to take it back, but Lao Qi was sympathetic to her family, so she covered the lunch box after eating only two pieces, and of course she brought it back in the end, Yang Jingjing didn't dare to touch it, okay?

Before leaving after lunch, Yang Jingjing and Feng Zhang said hello: "Teacher Feng, I didn't explain it to my mother this time, next time I will definitely bring you what you like to eat." ”

"Still don't need it, I don't lack your stutter?"

"......" Yang Jingjing: "Then what can I help you?" ”

"Nothing-" Feng Zhang's words suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something, and then finally turned his head to look directly at Yang Jingjing: "There is one thing you don't need to pay anything, and you don't need to work hard, can you help me do it?" ”

As soon as she said this, Yang Jingjing inexplicably felt that it was not a good thing, so she didn't dare to pack the ticket, what if she got into a trap?

"Tell me what is going on?"

"You promise me first, I'm talking."

"......" Yang Jingjing hesitated, and then said: "Teacher, don't embarrass me, although you helped me and Lao Qi yesterday and gave us white flour steamed buns, but you can't trick me, or I will return the white flour steamed buns to you?" ”

You can't owe anything to people, and it's the hardest to pay it back, so Yang Jingjing would rather pay him back more food, and get past yesterday's help and the white-flour steamed buns.

"This may be difficult for others to do, but you're okay, if you want, I can give you money."

Yang Jingjing pouted, she didn't want to, money is not the most important thing these days, tickets are the most important, if you have money or no tickets, you can't buy anything.

Feng Zhang probably remembered this, and then said: "I can also give you tickets, food stamps, sugar stamps, meat stamps, and even foreign coupon stamps to buy imported goods." ”

"Do you have a bike ticket?" Yang Jingjing asked casually.

Feng Zhang nodded and said, "Yes, but if you want a bicycle ticket, you have to do it for me a few more times." ”

"Tell me what the hell is going on?" Yang Jingjing saw that he didn't speak, so she knew Feng Zhang's concerns, and then said: "I promise not to say it outside, I can keep my mouth shut, I know that Mr. Feng, you believe me, otherwise you won't look for me." ”

Yang Jingjing was indeed right, Feng Zhang felt that Yang Jingjing always gave people a feeling that there were a lot of ghost ideas and were more reliable, after all, what he asked Yang Jingjing to do for him was not a trivial matter.

Feng Zhang was silent for a while, then beckoned, called Yang Jingjing over, and then whispered to her: "You are the daughter of Yang Baoyin of the Second Production Brigade?" Have you ever heard from your dad about those people who put it down and reform? ”

Yang Jingjing nodded, it turned out that he was talking about those people, and there was an unexpected and reasonable feeling in his heart.

Because of the political sensitivity of those people, basically no one dared to go to their side, but Er Fat told her again that Feng Zhang seemed to have an elder who came to their Red Sun Commune, and he asked this question now, could that person be in their second production brigade?

Feng Zhang's next thing to let Yang Jingjing do made her more sure that that person was in their second production brigade, and the news that Comrade Wang Erpang heard was completely correct.

Yang Jingjing felt that it was a wise decision to hand over to him the matter of inquiring about the person behind Hao Zicheng's back! In the past, Comrade Wang Erpang was a qualified scout.

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