Zhong Xixi hurriedly opened the courtyard door, and when he saw the tall back in the dark, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his heart was instantly clear.

This pheasant was sent by He Quhao?

This person, how to say, is really polite, and even sent another pheasant?

Zhong Xixi directly used his mind to take the picnic comprehensive seasoning package.

The pheasant is processed and wrapped in a seasoning bag and marinated, marinated overnight, and it will taste good tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Zhong Xixi got up and started to work, and Zhong Mumu kept watching from the side.

The chicken soup my sister made yesterday was delicious, what is my sister going to do today?

There are no barbecue grills, but earthen stoves are a great option.

Zhong Xixi found an iron pot to clean it, and passed through the middle of the pickled pheasant, like a simple manual version of the barbecue grill, the flame in the stove was of just the right size, and it didn't take long for the barbecue mix with the fresh fragrance of pheasants to fill the kitchen, and drift to the small courtyard along the door.

"Sister, it's so fragrant!"

"Send this to He Quhao's house."

Half of a roasted, browned and shiny chicken was handed to him.

Zhong Mumu swallowed saliva at the chicken, but he didn't know what he thought, his mouth pursed, and he looked at his sister with a smile, "Sister, what is the relationship between you and Brother Qu Hao, why are people so good to you?" Isn't it ......"

"Hurry up and deliver the chickens!"

was teased twice by his younger brother in succession, Zhong Xixi put the remaining half of the chicken to his mouth, squinted his eyes and threatened, "If you don't go, you won't even be able to share the remaining half of the chicken skin!" ”

In the end, it was a child, and when he heard this, Zhong Mumu ran out with a chicken.

I went very fast, and I came back very neatly.

I don't know if I'm really afraid that I won't even be able to eat chicken skin, but when I came back, Zhong Mumu didn't have empty hands, holding a large ball of things in both hands, "Sister, Brother Qu Hao said that the wild fruits are very sweet, let me bring back a lot!" ”

Do you still pay attention to courtesy?

Zhong Mumu didn't understand, but Zhong Xixi was clear in his heart.

Whether she helps or sends a gadget, He Quhao can always pay it back in various ways, as if she doesn't want to owe anyone a favor at all.

After staying in the future for many years, Zhong Xixi was still a little unaccustomed to this kind of person who was very clear about personnel matters at first glance, but more, "Drink chicken soup and pheasant, eat chicken and fruit, and send something else next time, what does this person plan to return?" ”

The matter of giving one away and one back is like a small episode, Zhong Xixi is now full of thoughts about how to buy all the things at home in a short time.

After moving here, I didn't buy anything except for the kitchen for eating.

Especially the mattress and quilt, the sister and brother still sleep on straw mats, covered with clothes, and don't even have a decent pillow.

The cloth tickets that were returned yesterday were far from enough.

Today she decided, only exchange the cloth ticket, and wait for other tickets, the quilt and mattress are what matter.

Other furniture and the like can be added slowly, and now the most important thing is to put bedding on it, and the sleeping place is uncomfortable, even if you eat big fish and meat every day, the happiness index will not be high.

Zhong Xixi finally took the white flour again, added the refined rice, and some of the remaining plasters before to try his luck.

After packing her things and explaining carefully to Zhong Mumu, she hurried towards the black market.

With a clear goal, Zhong Xixi gained a lot in the morning.

Counting the cloth tickets in exchange this time, it is enough to change the cloth to make mattresses and bed sheets.

"Hey, girl, you're here again!"

Zhong Xixi had just finished counting the cloth tickets and was about to go to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy cloth, when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and looked back, "Uncle, what a coincidence!" ”

"Isn't that a coincidence!"

The person who came was the jujube seller who received the plaster that day, and the uncle still carried a load of red dates to sell today.

The smile in his eyes couldn't stop after seeing Zhong Xixi, "Girl, the plaster you gave really works, my legs are much better now, I used to have to rest several times on the way to carry the burden, and I took a break when I got up early today, and my legs and feet are not good!" ”

"It just works."

Reluctant that the child couldn't trap the wolf, Zhong Xixi took out a few stickers from the remaining plasters and stuffed them into the box containing red dates.

"Uncle, you take a few more stickers and continue to stick them, I am young and it doesn't work to speak, you help me publicize and publicize, and let people come to me if they need it, I don't have any other skills, and I am still very good at making this plaster......"

After finishing speaking, Zhong Xixi ran towards the town with all the cloth tickets he had exchanged.

I finally saved up enough cloth tickets, and the pace of the journey was much brisker.

Rushing to the supply and marketing cooperative, Zhong Xixi lost his restraint and anxiety last time.

Once raw and twice cooked, the layout of the supply and marketing cooperatives and the way to buy have been figured out, she tightened the basket and walked straight to the fabric area.

Although these fabrics look bells and whistles, Zhong Xixi really doesn't dislike them at all.

It's finally time to put on the quilt.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

“……”

"What about you, the girl with the basket, why are you coming in!"

Carrying a basket?

Zhong Xixi looked around for a while, only to realize that the salesman was calling him.

The kind-hearted salesman I met last time is not here today, and the clothes he wore when he came were still the same as the pudding he wore last time, and the salesman has also become a dishman.

"Look down on me and tell you not to touch it, what should I do if this touch is broken."

"I'll buy cloth."

There was still a younger brother waiting at home, Zhong Xixi didn't want to make trouble and hurried home, took out the cloth ticket directly from his pocket and slapped it on the container, pointed to the already optimistic pattern cloth and said, "These three are required, the two styles of width are each six feet, and the other one is two six feet, which are cut separately..."

A bed sheet, a mattress cover, and two single quilt covers, Zhong Xixi calculated the corresponding price while calculating how much fabric was used.

The cloth tickets earned in the morning plus the ones earned on the black market last time, there are still leftovers after buying these.

Glancing at the shelves, Zhong Xixi pointed to one of the plaid fabrics, "Give me another three feet for this." ”

I went back just to make new clothes for Zhong Mumu, and the rest of the fabric could be made thicker in the autumn.

"This ......"

When he entered the door, he felt that Zhong Xixi was wearing tatters and his cloth shoes were patched, and the salesman wanted to drive people out.

At this time, seeing the handful of cloth tickets and the other party's wealthy appearance, the salesperson was stunned for a while before reacting, and hurriedly pulled up the cloth with a smiling face, "Okay, wait a minute!" ”

The money came too quickly, and it was not a good thing for her.

After paying the money, Zhong Xixi went home with the fabric, twisting his brows and pondering all the way.

During this time, it can not appear frequently in the supply and marketing cooperatives.

The last time I went to sell miserably, this time I was really rich, and I won't be suspicious if I go to people again in two days.

Where did a child who was dressed so poor and sour get so many votes?

"But you still have to use a cotton ticket to make a mattress?"

Thinking of this, Zhong Xixi looked up to the sky and sighed.

Anyway, the black market has to make two trips to try to get the plaster out of the market.

I have been selling white-flour rice, and it is even more difficult to explain it when I meet acquaintances in the village.

It's just that when I got home, I just put my things away, and a woman came to the door.

"Zhong Xixi, I came to you for something!"