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That's how Bai Mo got his first errand in Yue Fangzhi's shop: drying autumn vegetables.

The winter in the north is long and cold. In the past, every family would stockpile food and vegetables before the cold winter.Cabbage and potatoes are bought for a few hundred catties, and they are sent to the vegetable cellar; beans, eggplants, and radishes are dried in the sun to dry out the water, so that they can be preserved for a whole winter; as for pickled vegetables, there are more ways .

Now that the living conditions are better, ordinary people will basically not hoard autumn vegetables in large quantities.Only a few people still retain this old habit.There are more such residents on Jixiang Street—there are many catering businesses here.

There is a large area on the roof, which is full of autumn vegetables that have been spread out to dry.The scallions in Yue Fangzhi’s house accounted for more than half of the space—scallion fried rolls are sold in his store every day, and Lao Fu’s store also uses scallions—these two thousand catties of scallions seem to be a lot, but in fact, you can’t eat a single one at all. winter.This is just the beginning, and we have to stock up slowly batch by batch.

Yue Fang only showed Bai Mo, telling him how to flip and stack.If the weather is good, it needs to be dried for three to five days. After drying, several green onions are gathered together, tied with green onion leaves to form a knot, then stacked layer by layer, and covered with canvas.

Bai Mo kept staring at the green onions on the ground, and Yue Fang didn't know how much he listened to: "Just do it slowly, and come down and rest for a while when you're tired." Actually, this is not an easy task. Son, but there is no way - Yue Fangzhi really doesn't have any work that can be called "light" around him.

"Anyway, that's the way I am here. I rely on my strength to eat." Yue Fang just patted off the dirt on his body and pinched his waist with one hand: "I don't use you for nothing. Two thousand a month, including food and housing. You work for a year and a half, almost I was able to pay off the medical expenses spent in the previous hospitalization." Although the bill was such a bill, Yue Fang just felt a little bit emboldened when he said this.

It's like bullying.

In the end, he patted Bai Mo's shoulder, and stuffed the thermos cup into the other's hand: "You can do as much as you can, and don't get tired. If you can't finish it, I'll come up and get it myself in the afternoon."

Yue Fang was only a little bit worried.Because Bai Mo might just sit there for that long, just like when he was in the store.But he thought again, maybe.Bai Mo is actually very obedient, and his condition is much better than when he first came here.

Though still dull and distraught.But Yue Fang could only feel that Bai Mo's always empty eyes were slowly showing light.That made Yue Fang only think of the lake at the end of winter—it seemed to be still sleeping in the ice and snow, but the running water below was quietly melting the ice.

really weird.Yue Fang only thought about wrapping white sugar in the dough.Seeing that it was winter, why was he thinking about spring?

After selling out the early morning dry food, Yue Fang hurried to the roof to check.As if confirming his intuition, Bai Mo did a good job.Although the progress is slow, he is really serious and careful in his work, and he is not impatient with this kind of repetitive work.

Yue Fang could only see the fine sweat dripping from his forehead - they stuck to his fair skin and shone slightly in the sun.Bai Mo was still very thin, but he no longer looked so precarious and crazy.

Under the early winter sun, he seemed no different from any ordinary boy here.

Yue Fang only looked at him for a while, then walked over: "Let's go down and have breakfast first." As he spoke, he naturally pulled the woolen hat down for Bai Mo to cover his smooth forehead—he was sweating, afraid of catching a cold.

Instead of eating millet porridge and flower rolls like they did a while ago, they went to a shop not far from the alley that sold sesame seed cakes and tofu nao.That shop, like Yue Fangzhi's steamed bun shop, has a booming business.And because it not only sells staple foods but also tofu brains, the level of excitement is much higher than Yue Fangzhi's.

The weather is so cold, there are still a dozen tables at the entrance of the small shop, and the tables are all occupied - it is almost past the time for breakfast.

Yue Fang only took two stools from the pile of stools at the entrance of the store with ease, and said to the old couple at one of the tables, "Can I sit here?"

The other party nodded kindly: "Sit down, we'll finish eating soon."

The old lady also asked: "Take my brother for breakfast?"

Yue Fang just smiled and didn't say yes or no.

The Baimo Bar stool leaned against him, and sat tightly against Yue Fang.Yue Fang only patted him on the back: "Salty or sweet sesame seed cakes?" After asking, he remembered that Bai Mo would not answer him, so he got up: "You wait for me here."

As a result, Bai Mo followed closely.He always seems to panic in crowded places.

Yue Fang didn't say anything.He lined up to buy five pancakes, two tofu nao, two pretzels, two red bean paste, and a sugar shortbread.The cake seller was an old man whose hair was mostly gray. When he saw Yue Fangzhi, he showed a happy expression: "Xiao Yue! I haven't seen you for a while."

The old lady who beat the tofu nao also laughed: "If you buy so much, who will you give it to?" As she spoke, she gave Yue Fang two spoonfuls of tofu nao for each serving.

Yue Fang only said kindly: "If you don't give it to anyone, just eat it here."

The hot tofu nao is soaked in the thick soup made of fungus and day lily. It looks tender and thin, and it is still trembling after being placed on the table.Yue Fang only opened the seasoning jar on the table, and added coriander, chopped green onion, small dried shrimps, and bright red chili oil to it.The aroma is stimulated by heat, which is particularly attractive in cold weather.

The milky white bean curd nao shattered with a small spoon, and Yue Fang only took a bite while it was hot, warming it to the bottom of his heart.He didn't care about himself, and added ingredients to Bai Mo, but he didn't put chili oil.Then he handed the shortbread to him: "Try this, it's delicious."

The shortbread was small, like a little golden flying saucer - with a high bulge in the middle.As soon as you bite down, the crumbs will crackle and fall, because it is too crispy.The melted syrup in the core also dripped out.Yue Fang only took a napkin to wipe Bai Mo's mouth.After wiping it off, I felt like something was wrong—he hadn't taken care of others like this.

But the thought was faint.Maybe it's because Bai Mo is too much like a person who needs to be taken care of, so Yue Fang can feel at ease in whatever he does.

After eating, I walked back, and there was still a lot of work to do.It's just that they didn't take a few steps, and the street suddenly became chaotic.The people who were still setting up stalls on the ground grabbed the cloth and ran away.

Yue Fang subconsciously hugged Bai Mo and looked back.

The car of the urban management brigade stopped on the side of the road.