The longer Jia Dongxu left, the harder Qin Huairu's life became.

I don't have enough to take advantage of this, but I always like Yin and Yang her mother-in-law.

The little widow had no choice.

All the money at home is in Jia Zhang's hands, even if the young widow wants to raise her head,

Not enough confidence either.

Sometimes she wonders if she might as well go to work in the factory?

Even in the factory, it's harder and more tired.

After a while, it will be over.

If the Huaihua hadn't been a few months old, she wouldn't have been willing to wean her child.

The little widow really doesn't want to see Jia Zhang's face anymore.

It was really because Jia Zhang bullied people too much, and she gave every penny to the little widow.

I wish I could buy something worth 3 cents, but I could only buy something worth 1 cents,

Jia Zhang even had to show her some expression.

The little widow also had a quarrel with Jia Zhang about this, so she was so good.

When you touch your mouth, you will say anything.

The angry little widow also has no temper.

Just like this, Jia Zhang always squeezed her openly and secretly.

I think the 1 or 2 cents she gets back is not very clean.

"Lin Fang..."

Qin Huairu silently muttered Lin Fang's name, in her floating eyes,

Slowly there was something else.

She looked at Jia Zhang again, and suddenly she felt the grievance that she had been scolded by her mother-in-law on weekdays.

It seems that it is at this moment,

She figured out: What else can she have to lose?

She has nothing but her body.

How difficult is a little widow without a husband?

In theory, Jia Zhang has experienced it, so you should be considerate of her.

But Jia Zhang had no vision at all and did not pretend to be serious in his mind.

I suspect that she is not clean and has something to do with that.

I don’t think about it either. Their family is young and old, and who doesn’t want to bully him when they see him?

If she hadn't been kind to others all day long, who would have had some trivial jobs?

She was rushing to help, probably in this yard,

Their family is in a difficult situation.

In the past, Qin Huairu cared about her own face and thought of the dead Jia Dongxu,

Thinking about a few children, I also have to maintain the decency of Jia Zhang.

She has cared too much and dared not even think about remarrying.

Not to mention that some man took advantage of it.

Now, she figured it out.

People always have to live first.

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Lin Fang didn't know that Jia Zhang gave him an assist, which caused such a big change in the little widow's heart.

He was rushing to the Pigeon City of Yonghe Palace,

According to his true intentions, he is actually not willing to grow old in a pigeon market.

I even want to go to Deshengmen to see it, but the pigeon city is a little far away.

When he rushed over, it was probably dawn.

When the sky is dawn, there are few people and it is not easy to cover up the movements.

Before he arrived at Yonghe Palace, Lin Fang found a secluded place without a man and put on the torn clothes that had not been lost.

He wrapped himself tightly, picked out two buckets of peanut oil, and walked over in a swaying manner.

As soon as we got closer, two more tightly wrapped guys surrounded him.

I guess I couldn't see clearly what Lin Fang was picking, so I took out a flashlight and shone it a few times.

The flashlight shines dimly and not very bright.

The light concentration effect is not very good, so I put it together to lighting it.

By chance, these two people came over and happened to be the two people who wrapped Lin Fang's two stacks of green onions last time.

One of them asked, "Man, what is in the bucket? Why do you look like lard?"

"Lar? Well, it's peanut oil!"

Lin Fang replied in Mandarin with a Shaanxi accent, and he looked down again.

OK, the peanut oil has solidified, but it doesn't look like lard,

It's like honey, a bit yellowish.

It doesn't look like snow-white lard.

"It's really oily?"

The two of them looked at each other and were overjoyed.

One of them pretended to be careless: "How do you sell this oil?"

Seeing this, Lin Fang couldn't help but curl his lips secretly.

These two guys have come here again, probably because they regard him as a farmer around them.

He doesn't understand the market and wants to kill the price.

"Well, he's sold for 2 yuan, and the oil is clean, you think?"

Lin Fang pretended not to see the two people on the other side winked each other.

Thinking that the price of the black market will also rise again recently.

I plan to cheat the other party first: "Uh, I think...emmmm..."

Lin Fang wanted to give a price, but he noticed that the other party's eyes were wrong.

He subconsciously pretended to ponder, and glanced at the one who was even more impatient last time.

Sure enough, the other party's eyes and eyebrows were filled with ecstasy.

He is familiar with this kind of look, and it is the excitement that only when he gets a big advantage.

Sure enough, the other party spoke,

I also asked for it all, and the price was increased to 3 yuan: "We will give you 3 yuan, and we will cover all of your two barrels of oil!"

“Not selling!”

Lin Fang refused decisively. He guessed that there were probably things he didn't know about inside.

When he came last time, he only asked the price of what he wanted to buy.

I don’t care about the price of cooking oil, but think about the 2 taels per person per month.

It seems to be understandable that gas is more expensive.

The impatient one got annoyed when he heard this: "Don't sell it? I'll smash the bucket for you if you believe it or not!"

Another stopped him, and his tone was also threatened: "My fellow villager, you should not be too greedy! In this way, I will add some more to you.

5 yuan per pound, no matter how old or young it is, no matter how high it is, I won’t make much money!

Man, let me tell you the truth, you can sell 6 yuan per catty in this pigeon market.

I have another way, I can make more money, but I make money.

Stay at the forefront of your life and meet again in the future. What do you think?"
To be continued...