Travel through famine years and awaken a post-apocalyptic survival system.

Chapter 101, Who is this person?!

Wang Chunlan carefully returned to the alley, and upon seeing the old woman standing there, she subconsciously stopped.

The old woman stared at him, her face unfriendly: "What do you mean?"

"He said that he would exchange things for money, and he would not charge money for these items. He would accept grain, cloth, or sugar."

"You're useless, what good are you!"

The old lady grabbed her hand, rolled up Wang Chunlan's sleeve, and pinched her directly.

"Ouch! It hurts, Mom, it hurts!"

"You dare to yell at me! Go, go and ask for it, even if you have to beg, get it for me."

"I'll go, I'll go!"

Wang Chunlan was in tears, pleading there.

"What are you doing!"

Zhao Qingsong opened the door and immediately saw the two people moving at the alley entrance, and called out.

Now his physical abilities have been enhanced, and his hearing is also far superior to that of ordinary people.

He heard their conversation clearly.

It was all because he refused to buy meat.

Upon approaching, he asked directly, "Who are you? Why are you hitting me?"

The old lady stopped when she saw him coming.

She chuckled and said, "I'm her mother-in-law. This wretched girl is disobedient, so I'm disciplining her!"

Zhao Qingsong frowned slightly.

He really did manage to come across such a rare gem.

He then said directly, "I refused to sell her the meat; it's none of her business, and you can't just hit her!"

Upon hearing this, the old lady, who had been speaking politely to Zhao Qingsong, was dismayed.

He immediately lost his temper.

"She's my daughter-in-law, what's it to you? Why are you so protective of her? Are you having an affair with her?"

Zhao Qingsong touched his forehead.

Grass!

What the hell!

Who is this person?!

"You can eat whatever you want, but don't say whatever you want. This is your daughter-in-law. What kind of mother-in-law talks about her daughter-in-law like this?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "I'm a security officer at the steel plant. It's illegal for me to assault someone."

I just read the Public Security Administration Punishment Regulations today.

This reminded him of the original owner of the body.

The original owner was beaten to the point of being bedridden by Zhao Dashan. If he really went to the commune or county, he would still be dealt with, and detained for up to 15 days.

It's an unspoken rule that matters shouldn't be left unresolved within the village, but if you really want to get to the bottom of it, you can take legal action.

But this is for the best.

Since he broke Zhao Dashan's leg, the other party couldn't cause him any trouble.

They were all doing things within the rules.

"Security Department?"

The old woman was startled, then exclaimed, "What's wrong with the security department? Do you think they can interfere in our family matters? My son is a worker at the steel factory!"

Zhao Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

He looked at Wang Chunlan and said, "Wang Chunlan, if you have any grievances, you can tell the security department."

Everything still depends on the victim's words.

However, judging from Wang Chunlan's appearance, it seems unlikely that she will succeed.

really.

Then they heard Wang Chunlan say in a trembling voice, "No—it's nothing!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingsong sighed and looked at the old lady, saying, "Since your son works at the steel factory, if there are instances of him beating women at home, it will affect the steel factory's image. If the circumstances are serious, he will be fired."

The factory can indeed fire workers now, but he's just bluffing.

The aggrieved party doesn't speak up; this is a family matter.

The Marriage Law doesn't even mention domestic violence, which is why men in this era can beat women at will.

He couldn't remember when domestic violence was written into the Marriage Law.

"You—don't try to scare me, this is my family matter. Get back home, you useless thing."

The old lady was startled. She looked at the woman next to her, grabbed her hand, and went straight into the alley.

Zhao Qingsong watched the two leave and sighed helplessly.

He turned and left.

Just then, I saw a group of people coming out to watch the commotion.

"Officer Zhao, what's going on?"

The older woman next door came out and asked a question out of curiosity.

The other person was with Aunt Wang.

Zhao Qingsong remembered the other person; they were from the Chen family next door.

Then she laughed and said, "Aunt Chen, just now Zhu Dachang's wife, Wang Chunlan, came over to buy pork. I gave her two jin before, but she came again today and I didn't give her any. Her mother-in-law hit her, and I couldn't stand it, so I said a few words."

These days, talking about someone behind their back can ruin them.

Terrible.

Let me explain.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Chen looked disgusted and said, "Don't pay any attention to her. She's a shameless opportunist. If you mess with her, you'll be in trouble. Her son is just as ruthless."

Aunt Wang sighed, "But Chunlan didn't get anything today, so she'll definitely have to eat something when she gets back."

He then instructed, "You'd better stay away from their family."

Zhao Qingsong smiled upon hearing this: "Okay, I understand. I'll go back to sleep now."

"Okay, sure!"

I said hello and went back.

Back home, I went to the basement.

I went to the animal enclosure immediately.

"Huh, three?"

He was pleasantly surprised to see that there were three wild eggs.

"Including the one from last night, there are four in total. Could it be one rooster and three hens? Or are all four hens?"

Zhao Qingsong muttered to himself.

We don't know now, but we'll figure out the pattern in a few days.

Pheasants don't lay eggs every day like hens.

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Zhao Qingsong held the four small eggs, smiled, and put them away.

Then we went to the next room.

The lettuce and other vegetables are all ripe.

There was no time to save the seeds, and there were still quite a few seeds left from the previous purchase, so I just sowed the seeds I had bought again.

Add water.

Based on this calculation, one bottle of culture medium can cultivate these short-cycle plants three times.

After everything was settled, I started thinking about my appointment with Zhao Wei at his home the next day.

What should I bring?

Too expensive is not suitable.

It's also difficult to bring things like brown sugar, since there are no tickets available.

After thinking about it, I decided to bring a bottle of alcohol and half a pig's head. That should be good enough.

Although pig's head contains meat, in those days, when grocery stores sold meat, the pig's head was not included in the meat yield.

In other words, now you need meat coupons, but in the past, pig heads didn't require meat coupons.

After finalizing the details, I went to wash up.

The next day, Zhao Qingsong woke up from his sleep.

I touched the new quilt on my body. It's so comfortable to sleep under a new quilt. The old quilt was stiff and hard. I'll take it apart and have the cotton fluffed up again when I have time.

On his rare day off, he wasn't prepared to get up too early.

Thinking that there were still more than ten kilograms of pork fat in the space, he decided to take it out and render lard. It was really not appropriate to render it upstairs because the smell was too good.

Take the coal stove down and start a fire to render lard.

Chop it up, add water, and simmer it over a low flame on a coal stove.

Time passed slowly, and the house was filled with the fragrant aroma of lard.

Zhao Qingsong swallowed hard.

He thought to himself, "I'll make a big dumpling with pork cracklings and cabbage later."

It took more than an hour to render the oil.

Pour the lard into a jar, sprinkle some salt on it, and seal it.

He picked up a piece of lard that had already cooled down and took a bite.

"Mmm, smells good!"

He loved eating this in his past life, but some people said that eating too much lard is bad for your cardiovascular health, so he ate it less often and only occasionally.

He ate three pieces with salt before stopping.

Feeling that it was about time, he left to go to Zhao Wei's house.

He returned the car to Shen Wanqing and could only walk over.

The pig's head was wrapped in newspaper and tied with hemp rope.

He was also carrying a bottle of wine.

Upon arriving at the family compound, after asking around a bit, we found the so-called cadre building.

There are a lot of cadres in the factory, and these cadres are not ordinary cadres.

The building is in the Soviet style and has only three floors.

Sun Guodong had given him Zhao Weiguo's address, so he went straight to the second floor.

"Is it you?"

I had just arrived on the second floor when I ran into an acquaintance.

Zhao Qingsong was looking at the house number when he heard voices and looked up.

"Li Yan? What's she doing here?"

He frowned slightly.

He then understood; Li Yan's family was not ordinary either, she was a deputy director in the factory, which was not a low rank.

A middle-aged woman next to Li Yan pointed at Zhao Qingsong and complained to the woman, "Auntie, that's Zhao Qingsong, the one who's been bothering Wanqing."

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Zhao Qingsong frowned upon hearing this.