nashuaworldcup Chapter 1108 Summary of Pork Shop 3
Chapter 1108 Summary of Pork Shop 3
Chen Ping'an, whose hand was being held down by Ling Yao, suddenly pulled his hand back and took several steps back while holding the account book. He looked at Ling Yao with a mixture of fear and apprehension.
"You, what are you doing?"
In this era, relationships between men and women are very measured.
Even when we're alone in a room, we don't dare close the door; we have to leave it open to talk.
As for holding hands in public, that's something only couples who are already in a relationship can do occasionally. It's not good if people see it too often.
For someone like Ling Yao and Chen Ping'an, who are neither husband and wife nor partners, but just strangers who don't know each other well, to hold hands right away is thuggish and deserves to be shot!
Fortunately, it was lunchtime, and everyone was in a hurry to go home and cook, so everyone had already left and there was no one around.
Lingyao was used to it.
Seeing Chen Ping'an looking at him warily and defensively, he guiltily pulled his fingers back, clenched them in his hands, and hid them behind his back.
"I didn't do anything, I just wanted to tell you to change that name to Wang Cuicui, you know?"
Chen Ping'an stood there, looking at her from two steps away, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to.
Although I finally whispered it, my voice was barely loud enough to be heard by a mosquito.
"You owe, you owe, not her name."
This little fortune teller is quite serious!
Lingyao started to lie, no, Lingyao started to explain to him.
"Although the name is mine, the meat was eaten by both of us. Now I'm returning the money to you, but she also has to return her share, right?"
Chen Ping'an pondered Ling Yao's words carefully.
Indeed, every time they came to buy meat, it was the two of them together, and he always had to divide it into two halves and carry it back.
Although Chen Ping'an felt that she should be the one to claim the money, he only needed to find the person who owed him money on the account.
But he didn't dare to say it.
So all I could do was hum in response.
He had just received 5.75 yuan from Lingyao, and now he took out 2.58 yuan from his pocket to give to Lingyao.
The total was five dollars and seventy-five cents, and now it's divided into two portions for two people, which is exactly two dollars and fifty-eight cents.
That's why people say he's soft-hearted. If it were someone else here, they'd be dreaming if they wanted the money back after it'd already been collected!
But Chen Ping'an would actually return the money; he felt he wouldn't take more than he was entitled to.
These days, the easier you are to bully and manipulate, the more people want to take advantage of you, bleed you dry, and rip you off.
There are quite a few people who like to take advantage of cheap deals.
Chen Ping'an clearly hadn't grasped this principle yet.
Perhaps he already understands, but he just can't change.
Lingyao did not accept the money, but told him to keep it.
"Next time you set up your meat stall, save me a piece."
Lingyao told him this.
Chen Ping'an subconsciously let out an "Ah," clearly indicating that he didn't want Ling Yao to come again next time.
Honestly, if he could return the money to her, Chen Ping'an would be willing to do so so she wouldn't come back next time.
After all, who knows how much meat she'll take next time she comes, or if she'll take too much meat and haggle over the price again, even if she doesn't pay, she'll still try to bargain down the price listed in the ledger.
Most importantly, Jiang Lingyao was acting very strangely today, completely different from the impression Chen Ping'an had of her. He wondered what she was planning.
Chen Ping'an was truly terrified.
So he stuffed the two yuan and fifty-eight cents into Lingyao's hand, and then huffed and puffed as he pushed the wooden cart away, his legs kicking really fast.
They quickly disappeared from Lingyao's sight.
Lingyao stood there bewildered in the wind, holding the two yuan and fifty-eight cents in her hand.
When Jiang Jianping returned home with the remaining money, he was still hungry and hadn't eaten.
He sat on that stool and waited for her.
Lingyao walked over and glanced at the two cornbreads and two bowls of sweet potato rice on the table, along with a small dish of pickled vegetables. The chopsticks were clean and untouched.
"Didn't I tell you to eat first?"
Jiang Jianping stared at the ground, clutching the corner of his clothes, too afraid to speak.
Although his older sister told him to eat first, Jiang Jianping dared not.
He usually has to wait for his older sister to sit down before he can start eating, since she is the breadwinner and he eats her food.
Seeing his expression, Lingyao knew he couldn't say anything, so she didn't ask any further questions.
Sit down and start eating.
One bite, and to put it nicely, it was authentic; to put it bluntly, it was a bit rough. The cornbread was a bit dry, and the sweet potato rice was even a bit choking.
Eating these would probably make me choke all night.
But by then people had gotten used to the food.
Moreover, it's better to eat a full meal overnight. Eating such a filling meal will give you the energy to work in the afternoon and you won't be too hungry at night.
If you eat something that doesn't fill you up, you'll be starving after you finish working. A few years ago, when we couldn't afford these things, and we ate rice porridge with two slices of pickled radish every meal, our stomachs felt like a train tunnel, empty and rumbling all night long.
Lingyao had already eaten half of it, and as she ate, she started to miss the food made by the God of Wealth.
At least it won't choke you.
"Heh, that's because the host baby who's choking doesn't eat at all, and secretly spits it out!"
Lingyao: "Shut up right now and stop trying to ruin our marriage!"
After the meal, Jiang Jianping took the initiative to clean up the dishes and wash them.
And Lingyao...
She went up the mountain to do her work.
These days, policies are gradually being relaxed, rural reforms are being promoted, and the work point system is gradually disappearing. However, in remote mountain villages like Jiangping Village, the winds of reform have not yet reached them.
I've only vaguely heard that reforms are in the works.
Furthermore, the restrictions on vendors are gradually being lifted; what used to be a black market is now open for legitimate business.
Otherwise, Chen Ping'an would never have been able to sell pork.
A few years earlier, the meat was not something that ordinary people could sell; only state-owned units and supply and marketing cooperatives allocated by higher authorities were qualified to sell it!
As Lingyao mechanically swung her hoe, she was simultaneously reviewing information about the God of Wealth.
Chen Ping'an grew up in Jiangjia Village, but he is not a native of Jiangjia Village.
He was abandoned by the river and then picked up and raised by the old lady of the Chen family.
Old Mrs. Chen had been married to Jiang Wanguo for decades and had two children, a girl and a boy.
One of the girls starved to death during the famine, and the other boy died of illness.
Her husband, who was a teacher at the school, was also criticized and denounced during the chaos, and unable to bear the humiliation, he jumped into the river.
That's why Old Lady Chen took Chen Ping'an home and raised him when she found him by the river.
But when the child reached the age where he could start talking, they discovered that he had a problem: he stuttered a little.
The child started speaking relatively late, and Grandma Chen thought it was normal for him to stutter a little at first.
It wasn't until the child was a teenager and still stuttered that they realized something was wrong.
But his family was poor and didn't have the money to send him to see what was going on.
In those days, medical resources were even scarcer than material goods; there was only one hospital and one medical station in several nearby villages.