HPDBC Chapter 1138 Family Love
Chapter 1138 Family Love
Chapter 1138 Family Love
Leaving the young salesperson to be scolded, Zhao Jun and Ma Ling ran to the simple changing room in the corner with a smile.
Ma Ling wanted to change back into the clothes and pants she wore from home, but Zhao Jun didn't let her. He asked Ma Ling to fold her cotton jacket and pants on the grounds that they would be taking pictures later.
Then, the cotton jacket was stuffed into Zhao Jun's back pocket and the pants were put into Ma Ling's pocket.
The two of them came down from upstairs and bought some glutinous rice noodles and Changbai cakes. Ma Ling said that they would not eat out at noon, so this would be enough to fill their stomachs.
Just then, a hawker's voice came from not far away: "Fresh vegetables, fresh vegetables!"
Zhao Jun pulled Ma Ling over. They had been eating nothing but sauerkraut, cabbage and radish this winter, and Zhao Jun wanted to see if there were any fresh vegetables to change their taste.
There are almost no greenhouse vegetables in Northeast China these days, and those that do are all shipped from the south.
When I arrived at the vegetable stall, I saw that there were not many so-called fresh vegetables. There were only twenty or thirty bundles of garlic sprouts and three piles of cucumbers, weighing probably more than twenty kilograms.
When Zhao Jun saw these two dishes, his eyes lit up.
Needless to say, the garlic sprouts are delicious. When stir-fried with shredded pork, stir-fry the garlic sprouts for a little longer until they are shredded. Zhao Jun can eat three bowls of rice with the shredded pork.
And there are cucumbers, the dark green water cucumbers. People in Northeast China like to eat them raw as fruit, or use them to make cold dishes.
There is a dish in Northeast China called home-cooked cold dishes, or Jialiang for short. Cut cucumbers, dried tofu, candied radish or carrots into shreds, and add rice noodles if conditions permit, or soaked vermicelli if conditions do not permit.
The most important thing is to stir-fry some lean pork shreds with soy sauce, mix them with the seasonings, and let them sit for an hour or so until the moisture in the vegetables is killed by the salt, and then make a flavorful cold dish soup. This soup soaks the cold dish and makes it more flavorful.
"How much are the vegetables?" Zhao Jun asked, and the vegetable salesperson said, "Garlic sprouts are 42 cents, and cucumbers are 37 cents."
"Ah..." Zhao Jun stretched his neck to look into the stall, and to his surprise, there were plastic bags in the stall.
In fact, this thing has existed for a long time, but it is rare. You can't see it in the forest area at all, and it's also rare in small towns.
In department stores like this, this is rarely used. Foods like cakes are usually wrapped in butter paper. When buying daily necessities and vegetables, ordinary people know to carry baskets and triangular bags when they go out.
Seeing Zhao Jun stretching his neck to look inside the stall, Ma Ling also stood on tiptoe beside him to look inside.
Green vegetables are expensive in winter, costing about 40 cents per pound. This 40 cents is nothing to Zhao Jun, who is a hunter, but if he doesn't hunt, he will never buy this with his salary of more than 40 yuan.
Therefore, few people stopped in front of the stall selling vegetables. At this time, there were only Zhao Jun and Ma Ling. However, after asking the price, the two did not say whether they wanted to buy the vegetables. They both stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks to look into the stall.
The salesperson twitched his lips and asked in a calm tone, "What are you two looking at?"
"Ah, haha." Zhao Jun smiled faintly, pointed to the plastic bags hanging in the stall and said, "Give me ten bags."
Salesperson: "..."
"We don't sell plastic bags." The salesperson rolled his eyes at Zhao Jun and said unhappily, "I'm selling vegetables here!"
These sales clerks come into contact with too many people every day, talk all the time, and sometimes meet strange customers, so these sales clerks are quite irritable.
"I'm buying vegetables." Zhao Jun was not angry, but said to the salesperson: "Put a handful of garlic sprouts and four cucumbers in a bag for me."
After saying this, Zhao Jun added: "I brought some food for people. These are dishes from several restaurants. We will score them when the time comes."
He just said that he just wanted to get a few more plastic bags to take home. After hearing what Zhao Jun said, the salesperson did not doubt it and immediately started weighing and packing the vegetables.
Ten minutes later, Zhao Jun came out of the department store carrying two bags of flour, followed by Ma Ling carrying seven or eight butter paper bags.
After buying the vegetables, Zhao Jun bought half a bag of melon seeds and half a bag of peanuts, and then put bags of vegetables into the flour bag.
After delivering the items to the car, Ma Ling asked Zhao Jun, "Didn't you buy a lot of melon seeds and peanuts last time?"
"There are so many people at home." Zhao Jun laughed and said, "Now we have TV, we can sit there and eat it every day."
Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Ma Ling remembered the rumor in the village that Zhao Jun's family had bought a TV, and asked curiously, "Is the TV good?"
"It's nice." Zhao Jun smiled and said to her, "Tomorrow you and my aunt can come to my house and watch TV."
Ma Ling was somewhat tempted, but after thinking about it, she finally shook her head and said, "No, I won't go. It might make people feel bad."
This is how it is in the countryside, there are always people gossiping. They like to exaggerate small things, and then the story gets distorted as it is passed on.
Li Ruhai is not like that. He is always truthful when he talks about his wife. But Bai Xiuyun, who lives next door to Wang Qiang, is a gossiper.
Although the Ma family's conditions are average, they are all very principled and care about their reputation. They are afraid that others will say that they are taking advantage of the Zhao family because they have rich relatives.
Ma Ling didn't want to go, and Zhao Jun didn't force her to go. He took Ma Ling to take pictures in front of the car and on the street.
After taking the photos, go and develop them, so that even the photos of Ma Ling will be developed.
The couple's actions attracted the attention of passers-by. It was rare to see young people doing such things in this small county.
But looking at Ma Ling's outfit, people couldn't help but say that she was definitely a child from a wealthy family.
After a while, they arrived at the snack bar. They went in and each ordered a bowl of wontons. Zhao Jun also had a sesame bun.
The two of them even drank the wonton soup, and after eating hot, they came out of the snack bar and walked towards the photo studio.
Nowadays, photo studios are considered high-end places and are not affordable for ordinary people.
When Zhao Jun and Ma Ling came in, there was only a young couple taking wedding photos in the studio.
The difference between this and the marriage certificate of Zhao Jun and Ma Ling is that in the city, a photo is also attached to the marriage certificate.
At this time, the young couple were dressed neatly and sat in front of the camera properly, with a red cloth behind them.
Seeing the smiles on the two young men's faces, Ma Ling pulled Zhao Jun's sleeve and whispered, "Let's take a photo too."
"Okay!" Since his wife made the request, how could Zhao Jun disagree? He happily agreed.
At this time, the photographer finished taking pictures of the young couple and turned around to ask Zhao Jun and Ma Ling: "What are you doing?"
"Let's take a picture." Zhao Jun raised his hand and gestured to the red cloth, saying, "After that, I'll develop a few more photos."
"Then please wait for a moment." The photographer left a word to the two of them and went back to entertain the two young men.
"Ouch!" Ma Ling touched her pocket and exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" Zhao Jun asked hurriedly, but he heard Ma Ling say: "My money is in my cotton-padded jacket pocket."
"You don't have to spend any money!" Zhao Jun said, "If I come out with you, how can I ask you to spend money?"
"No, this is what I want to take." Ma Ling said, "I think those two people are taking pictures in that way, and I want to take a picture with you, too."
"Haha..." Zhao Jun couldn't help laughing when he heard Ma Ling's words. In his previous life, the couple had a very busy life and he didn't realize that his wife was so popular.
"What are you laughing at?" Ma Ling stared at Zhao Jun with her beautiful big eyes, but Zhao Jun said, "Ling'er, look at how neatly they are dressed."
Ma Ling smiled when she heard this, pulled down the corner of her down jacket, and whispered to Zhao Jun, "Her one is fine, but how about mine?"
"Of course not." Zhao Jun said with a smile, "If I had known, I would have brought out the woolen clothes that my aunt made for me."
As he spoke, Zhao Jun also pulled the corner of his cotton jacket and said with a smile: "I'm wearing this and sitting next to you, it doesn't match."
Zhao Jun was joking, but Ma Ling didn't laugh. She squinted her eyes, then pulled Zhao Jun and said, "Let's go back."
"Ah?" Zhao Jun was stunned and asked, "We can't go back now. The photos haven't been developed yet."
"No." Ma Ling shook her head and said, "Let's go back to that big store and I'll buy you a down jacket."
"What?" Zhao Jun was a little confused, but he heard Ma Ling say, "I just don't have that much money today, you can pay for it first, and I'll give it to you when we get back."
After saying these words, Ma Ling was afraid that Zhao Jun would think too much, so she added: "I'll buy it for you. I will definitely give you the money when I get back."
"Just stop it." Zhao Jun grabbed Ma Ling, and saw Ma Ling said with a firm face and a generous tone: "I have money."
Zhao Jun: "..."
Zhao Jun knew that the girl had money, but that money was all saved by his father-in-law with great difficulty.
But Ma Dafu was not like Zhao Youcai who could have a side business, so he found another way and reported false accounts to Wang Cuihua.
For weddings and funerals at the forest farm, if Ma Dafu gave two dollars, he would report three dollars to Wang Cuihua; if he gave three dollars, he would report five dollars to Wang Cuihua.
It's a matter of reciprocity, and gifts are given and given.
When the Ma family was doing the work, they took back the gift money. After Wang Cuihua checked the accounts, she felt something was wrong.
If you bring three dollars from your family, people will give you two dollars in return; if you bring five dollars from your family, people will give you three dollars in return.
After Ma Sheng got married, Wang Cuihua felt something was wrong. When Ma Ling married Zhao Jun, Wang Cuihua concluded that Ma Dafu was behind it.
There are definitely people who don’t care, but we can’t all not care, right?
But no matter how Wang Cuihua interrogated him, Ma Dafu refused to admit it.
It should be said that Ma Dafu is quite thoughtful. When giving gifts to people from his village, or from other villages who have a good relationship with his family and often visit him, Ma Dafu never does anything shady.
For those things that Wang Cuihua was not familiar with, Ma Dafu would report false accounts for the gift money.
In fact, for matters like this, Wang Cuihua was too embarrassed to ask others to verify, even if they were relatives or friends.
But after Ma Yang got married, Wang Cuihua could no longer bear it, because after the 90s, as workers' wages increased, the amount of betrothal gifts also increased.
Although the maximum amount of 95 yuan remained the same before , from the first two years of Ma Yang's marriage, Ma Dafu's gifts started at yuan each time.
But when Ma Yang got married and received gifts, there were very few people who gave 20 yuan to the Ma family, and even fewer gave 10 yuan.
When Wang Cuihua questioned Ma Dafu with the gift bill, Ma Dafu still looked confused and refused to admit it no matter what.
In a rage, Wang Cuihua took out all the money in Ma Dafu's pocket and kicked him out of the house.
Ma Dafu was a man who cared about his reputation, so he did not go to his eldest son who had split up the family business. Even when he was left with nowhere else to go, he just went to Zhao Jun's house and asked Ma Ling for two dollars to buy some dry food.
He was afraid that Zhao Jun would misunderstand him, so he refused to go into the house. There was no other way, so the father and daughter just whispered outside the fence tent.
Zhao Jun had long known that Ma Ling hid money for Ma Dafu. He used Ma Dafu's small fund to buy guns and dogs.
Zhao Jun remembers what happened that day very clearly. Ma Ling asked Ma Dafu to come home for dinner, but Ma Dafu refused to do anything.
Knowing that her father was stubborn, Ma Ling could only give all the ten yuan in her pocket to Ma Dafu. When she returned to the house, Ma Ling told Zhao Jun about how Ma Dafu was exposed and kicked out of the house.
At that time, Ma Dafu's small treasury had been almost spent by the couple, but Zhao Jun said that even if he went out to borrow money, he had to pay off his father-in-law's debt.
When Ma Ling heard this, she felt relieved, but when she went out and caught up with Ma Dafu, Ma Dafu said this.
"My dear, where are my two sons? I also have pension insurance, so I won't have to worry about anything when I get old. I'm giving you this money to tide you over."
These words made Ma Ling hug her father and cry. Ma Dafu refused to let Zhao Jun go out to borrow money no matter what, and in the end he single-handedly withstood Wang Cuihua's anger.
Regardless of this life or the past life, Zhao Jun respected his father-in-law very much. Life was difficult in the previous life, so Zhao Jun wanted to try his best to prevent Ma Ling from touching the money in this life.
It's not for anything else, it's Ma Dafu's love for his daughter, and he keeps it as a thought for the future.
"Ling'er, I don't want to wear that." Zhao Jun hurriedly persuaded Ma Ling, "My mother made several cotton-padded jackets for me, but I can't wear them all. Let's not buy that."
Zhao Jun tugged at his cotton-padded jacket and said, "Let's take pictures like this today. We'll go down the mountain before we do something. It will be warm by then, so I'll wear the clothes my aunt made for me. Then we'll take a few more pictures."
"Okay then." Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Ma Ling did not insist. At this time, the photographer sent the couple away and came back to greet Zhao Jun and Ma Ling.
Zhao Jun took out two rolls of film from his pocket. Zhao Weipeng didn't take many pictures, but there were so many people in the Zhao family. In addition, Zhao Jun took Ma Ling to take pictures along the street, so he used two rolls of film in total.
The photographer was shocked when he heard Zhao Jun say that he wanted to develop both rolls of film into photos.
The film Zhao Weipeng bought contained thirty-six photos in one roll, so two rolls contained seventy-two photos.
To wash the tickets, Zhao Jun had to pay 30 cents per ticket for a total of 21.6 yuan, and they wouldn't even give him a dime in change.
Also, I can’t get the photos today, so the photographer and Zhao Jun agreed to come back to pick them up in half a month.
Zhao Jun did not pay first, but asked the photographer to take a photo of himself and Ma Ling, and then settle the bill together.
This time the photographer was not vague and gave Zhao Jun 10 cents, charging him a total of twenty-two.
After paying the money, Zhao Jun and Ma Ling came out of the photo studio with the bills. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhao Jun looked at the cucumbers and garlic sprouts in the car, worried that they would get frozen, so he decided not to visit Zhang Yuanmin today. He would come back in half a month, and Zhang Yuanmin would probably be discharged from the hospital by then.
On the way home, Ma Ling suddenly took off her hairpin and said to Zhao Jun: "I'll leave my and my mother's hairpins with you first."
"Huh?" Zhao Jun, who was driving, was startled, and then he heard Ma Ling say, "Brother, don't you want to give me one? He must be upset when he sees you buy one for me."
Zhao Jun: "..."
Zhao Jun's eyes felt like they were going to break from the snapping. As a sister, Ma Ling was looking forward to Ma Yang's birthday present. Even if there was no surprise, she would still be very relieved and happy.
"Um..." Zhao Jun forced a smile and said to Ma Ling, "Could it be that I bought this for someone else?"
"Go!" Ma Ling thought Zhao Jun was joking with her, and smiled and raised her head to Zhao Jun, saying, "When my little brother was born, I was the only one who held him every day. I was only five years old the day before. He is usually the best to me, even my father and mother can't stand it."
Zhao Jun: "..."
(End of this chapter)