Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 153 Making a Koi in the Chronicle 12
Immediately afterwards, Cheng Laidi went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Lingyan followed far behind, watching Cheng Laidi open the package that was just flattened, and took out a thin tube about twelve or thirteen centimeters long, and an oval object, and handed them to the salesman. Jewelry salesperson.

The salesperson looked impatient at first, but Cheng Laidi said a few words confidently, and the salesperson took it half-believingly.

Open the things Cheng Laidi gave, and began to draw eyebrows and lips under Cheng Laidi's command.

After that, the salesperson showed a smile on his face, and after dealing with Cheng Laidi for a few minutes.

He also took out money tickets from his pocket, counted many and handed them to Cheng Laidi.

Cheng Laidi also took out a bunch of eyebrow pencils and lipsticks from the package and handed them to the salesperson.

Seeing this, Lingyan stopped reading, turned around and returned to the state-run restaurant, and stood at the door with the packed meals.

After nearly 10 minutes, Cheng Laidi arrived, sweating profusely, with a smile in her eyes.

But when she saw Lingyan standing at the door carrying the bag, her face darkened again: "Are you finished eating?"

Ling Yan blinked her eyes: "No, I want to take it home for grandma and grandpa to eat."

"To death..." Cheng Laidi's complexion changed, "Then you have to say that you bought it, let alone that I paid for it!"

The dead old woman didn't give her any money. If she bought these, the money she just earned would be robbed again.

Lingyan snorted and said with a smile: "Then can you take me to the supply and marketing cooperative? I still want to buy pork."

"Let's go."

Cheng Laidi rolled her eyes, hummed a ditty and brought Ling Yan to the supply and marketing cooperative. First, she went to the salesman who had planned in advance to get some second-grade cloth, and then went to the pork stall behind.

It arrived just right, and there was still a second of fat and thin pork belly left. Ling Yan asked, "How do you sell it?"

The uncle who bought the meat held a shiny kitchen knife with a cold light: "This pork belly is in good condition. It costs one yuan per catty, and a catty of meat tickets."

The remaining pork belly still weighed two and a half catties, so Ling Yan simply bought all of it, but half a catty of meat tickets was missing.

She pinched the money and said in a low voice, "Master, can I buy a half-jin meat ticket with you?"

The butcher sold her a glance, and took out a half-jin meat ticket from his pocket: "Forty cents."

Lingyan handed over the money to the butcher, and bought the rest of the meat.

Cheng Laidi glanced at her: "Don't you want to buy something else?"

"Not buying."

She is too poor.

When I came out, I had to rely on Zhao Caichun's money to afford the meat.

It seems to have to find a way to make money.

Lingyan has a lot of thoughts, in this era, she can't do business, and speculation would break the law, so what should she do to get money justifiably.

Ling Yan was worried, and pulled her hair irritably, looked at the yellow and thin crowd on the street with a blank face, and sighed faintly.

It's hard to make money.

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Yu Yongyong didn't return to the village until three o'clock in the afternoon, and the current time is 12:30 noon.

Cheng Laidi stood on the spot and looked around, and then said something to Lingyan.

"My friend still hasn't given me something, I'll go back and get it, you wait here for me."

As soon as the voice fell, he ran away.

The noon sun was very hot, Lingyan didn't care too much, just found a shady corner and squatted down, talking to Guangguang.

"Can I steal her space?"

Guang Guang hesitated for a while [So fierce? 】

"Can't you?" Lingyan asked slowly, her voice was very light and not aggressive.

[Theoretically not. 】

Lingyan let out a soft ooh, and had a new idea.

【Bao, what do you want to do? 】

Lingyan felt that the light was noisy, so she threw it into the small dark room without saying a word, squatted on the ground, propped her chin and looked at the passers-by in a daze.

There are very few people on this road, and occasionally one or two pass by, and the old people are still shopping for vegetables with a vegetable basket.

Not far ahead, two men who smelled of alcohol stumbled over.

One is as thin as a monkey, and the other is as fat as a pig. The common thing is that they are ridiculously ugly.

"Hey, brother, there's a pretty girl over there." The skinny guy's face was red and smoky, and he was drunk, his eyes frivolously put his shoulders on the fat guy's shoulders, and he staggered towards Ling Yan.

Fat brother yo-ho: "The big beauty from over there, let's go home with my master."

Ling Yan put the food in a safe place, with cold eyes, stood up unhurriedly, and looked directly at the two of them.

Politely replied: "Sir, I am waiting for someone, if you are drunk, you'd better go home and rest first."

The thin brother seemed to have heard something funny, he laughed out loud, and said to the fat brother: "It's quite sensible."

"You go with the master, and when the time comes, go to your house to propose marriage and ask you to be a wife, how about it?" The fat brother ignored the thin brother and stared blankly at Lingyan, not sure if he was drunk and couldn't control himself well. He even spit out saliva.

Lingyan pulled the corner of her lower lip in a good-tempered manner: "Sir, let me say this one last time, get drunk, go home and rest, don't do shameless things in front of me."

"Yo, it's quite fierce."

The fat brother ignored what Lingyan said again, and wanted to touch her face frivolously.

Ling Yan frowned slightly, her eyes moved slightly, her eyelids drooped, and before Fat Brother's hand touched her, there was a scream like a pig being slaughtered in the sky.

I saw that the fat brother was kicked by Lingyan and fell to the ground.

The fat brother fell to the ground, his back was hurt by the crushed stones, the pain made most of the wine sober, and he showed pain.

When the thin brother saw it, his complexion sank, and he waved his hand towards Ling Yan to fan him.

Lingyan raised her eyelids and saw someone coming not far away, she was silent for a moment, and put down her hand that was about to pinch Shoubo's neck.

Slender brother slapped abruptly.

In order to look even worse, she deliberately fell backwards.

Her hair was always tied loose, but with such a movement, her long black hair hung down her back like a waterfall.

The cold straight bangs covered the expression of the black eyes, and there was a slap mark on the smooth face, which was swollen high, and the white and slender fingers were propped on the dirty ground.

The skinny brother snorted: "Damn, what is it, dare to fight against your skinny brother!"

Lingyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and in the next second, when she raised her eyes, there were tears in her eyes, looking very pitiful.

"do not do that."

Fat brother had already stood up, was kicked, and his self-esteem was frustrated, he raised his thick feet and kicked Ling Yan.

It's just that the thick legs haven't fallen yet.

He was hit on the back, his sloppy hair was grabbed, Wen Shenli was very strong, slapped the fat man on the face several times, and then smashed the fat man to the ground.

There was a cry of pain.

The thin brother's face turned cold, and he pretended to hit him, but Wen Shenli's fist knocked out a tooth.

Finally scared, he was slapped a few more times, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

Seeing Wen Shenli approaching step by step, the thin brother's legs were limp on the ground, and a pungent yellow liquid flowed out from between his legs.

Wen Shenli frowned, turned to look at Lingyan.

Lingyan pursed her mouth and stood up from the ground, looking pitiful.

"Wen Zhiqing, I'm in pain."

(End of this chapter)