vines and melons

Chapter 36

I heard from Nao Dan that noon is the best time to steal, because at that time, it was the scorching heat and people were sleepy and lethargic.

After all, Fang Jie was too timid to steal rashly. She wanted to find out the truth. At noon that day, she pretended to go shopping at the supply and marketing agency, and went in for a walk. The salesperson was lying on the counter without looking up. , I was too scared. When she went in for the second time, the salesperson looked up and asked her what she wanted. She ran out in fright. She didn't go back that day because she was afraid that the salesperson would recognize her.Unexpectedly, the desire was too strong. Three days later, Fang Jie changed clothes and came again. Today, she specially wore a jacket with large pockets to hold the "trophies."

She watched the movie "Tunnel Warfare" the night before yesterday and had a realization: Someone must cover for success, but who will cover this matter? !She was squatting on the wall of the supply and marketing cooperative worrying, two workers came to buy something, hesitantly she plucked up the courage to follow.

The salesperson was sleeping on the counter, and a worker knocked on the counter to wake up the salesperson. The salesperson lazily took the money, turned around and threw it on the counter, throwing over two packs of cigarettes.

Fang Jie had just walked to the pickle bowl and saw the two people going out, so she followed them out in a panic, but this time it ended in failure.The reason for the failure was that the action of buying cigarettes was too fast.She thought hard about what to buy for a long time? !She looked down and saw a small white stone on the ground. She picked it up and thought about it. It took the longest time to weigh the salt, but who will weigh the salt at this time? !She was worried, two middle-aged women came over talking and laughing, one was fanning, the other was carrying a cloth bag, it seemed that they came to weigh the salt, the opportunity was never to be missed, she followed up tremblingly.

The two women came to the salt box while they were talking, and their loud voices woke up the salesperson.

The woman who bought salt said: "I only have 3 cents in my pocket, and I have no money to pay if I weigh too much; I can't weigh less, and my mother-in-law will weigh it again when I go back!"

The salesperson didn’t seem to know how to weigh it when she heard it, either too much or too little. After a while, she added a salt lump and put it on the weighing plate to weigh too much, and changed it to a smaller one, and it was less. She kept adding and weighing, but nothing was right. When the salt lumps were added, she pulled the salt lumps over and went to the bottom to find the salt foam.

The pickle basin on the counter was three or four meters away from the salt box, and there were more than half of the pickles in the basin. Fang Jie stood there, staring at the three people, secretly happy: God help me!She reached into the basin not daring to take a big one, grabbed a small lump, shivered and stuffed it into the right pocket of her jacket, pressed the pocket with her right hand, pretended to grab the edge of the clothes with her hands, walked out as if walking on thin ice, and walked out the door. After walking a dozen steps, then, looking back, he ran home in a hurry.

It's a pity that Fangjie's noodles are not well rolled or cut, thick, thin, thick, and thin. The pickled vegetables are also thick and thin, just like noodles. Mix it with the sesame oil brought by my uncle, um, it's delicious, but I can't taste the taste of Uncle Fang Qiang's house.

Guizhi ate with a look of relief on her face, and praised her daughter for doing a good job. She was so happy that she forgot to ask her daughter where the shredded mustard greens came from.In fact, Fang Jie thought it over, and if Mom wanted to ask, she said it was money picked up.

The filial piety of a pair of daughters did give Guizhi great comfort in his miserable heart.As the years went by, the grief of losing Fang Qing gradually faded in Gui Zhi's heart. To be honest, she didn't have any extravagant thoughts about life, and she devoted herself to raising her two daughters. She no longer does couplets, offering incense to the God of Wealth, God of Land, etc. She doesn't believe in anything but fate.

(End of this chapter)