Reborn In The ’80s

ean one for Xu Fan.
The two boys sat on the ax cart, happily eating their popsicles.

Da Zhuang’s father helped Xu Zhao sell the popsicles.
Xu Zhao’s box of popsicles came just at the right time.
Everyone was currently very thirsty.
Before long, the 200 popsicles were completely sold out for 60 Yuan.

When Xu Zhao rode the bicycle to take the foam box back, Cui Qingfeng was surprised and asked, “You sold out? So fast?”

“Mn, we’ll go again tomorrow.” Xu Zhao gave Cui Qingfeng 30 Yuan.

Cui Qingfeng gleefully smiled and said, “Xu Zhao, you’re amazing.”

Xu Zhao smiled and said, “I’m alright.
It’s nothing.
I can’t help you make popsicles today.
I still need to wait my turn to hand in the grain taxes.
Moreover, I need to deliver food to my mom now.”

“Sure, go ahead.
I can do it by myself,” Cui Qingfeng said.

“You’ve worked hard.”

“It’s nothing.
You should go.”

Xu Zhao rode Cui Qingfeng’s bicycle to send food to the County Town Hospital Center and gave Mother Xu two Yuan as well.
Afterwards, she returned the bike to Cui Qingfeng, then planned to return back to the grain supply station.
First, he purchased an enamel jar full of wantons from a vendor, as well as two lunch boxes of garlic chives, and carried them back to the grain supply station, giving half of it to Da Zhuang’s father.

Da Zhuang’s father couldn’t refuse, and his heart warmed.
Although the people of this era were poor, they were very honest and sincere.
Da Zhuang’s father wasn’t a smooth speaker and didn’t have any pretty words to say.
Instead, he could only say, “Xu Zhao, let this brother know if you need anything in the future.
I’ll help you.”

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Xu Zhao smiled and said, “Thank, Brother Li.
I’ll definitely come find you if I need you.”

“No problem.
Here, have a taste of your sister-in-law’s stir-fried string beans.”

“You should eat as well.”

And so, Xu Zhao, Xu Fan, Da Zhuang’s father, and Da Zhuang, these two father-son duos, sat under the shade of the tree and ate lunch.
The other people waiting to turn in their grain taxes were the same.
The scene didn’t feel the slightest bit poverty-stricken.

This was especially the case for Xu Fan.
Everything looked beautiful after a delicious meal.

“It’s delicious!” Xu Fan ate a bite of wanton with a healing smile on his face.

“There’s meat inside!” Da Zhuang pretended to say in a serious tone.

“Mn, a lot of meat.”

“There’s meat in each one of them.”

“My Daddy bought it.” Xu Fan had a face full of pride.

Xu Zhao and Da Zhuang’s father watched the two kids and laughed.

A black car parked in the distance finally moved at this time and slowly drove away from the grain supply station, driving all the way to Cui Qingfeng’s house.
When Cui Qingfeng heard the noise, he turned his head and called, “Youngest uncle, is that you?”

“It’s me.
What are you doing? Are you still making popsicles?”

Cui Qingfeng smiled and said, “Mn, we needed to make extra today.”

“I’ll help you.”

“No need.
You should rest.
Where did you drive off to earlier?”

“To see your friend.”

“Which friend?” Cui Qingfeng asked.

“Xu Zhao.”

Cui Qingfeng immediately became nervous and asked, “Why did you go see him?”

“To see what kind of person he is?”

“And what do you think?” Cui Qingfeng asked.

“Not bad.
You can continue doing business with him.
Alright, you should continue making your popsicles.
I’ll go see your dad.”

“Okay.
By the way, Youngest Uncle, are you dating someone?”

“I’m not.”

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“But there’s a pretty man who has asked for you a few times.” Cui Qingfeng knew that his youngest uncle liked men, and pretty ones at that.
In fact, it hasn’t always been this way.
More than two years ago, he suddenly liked thin and refined men.

“Okay, I got it.”

“Then you should go see Dad.”

Once Cui Qingfeng finished speaking, he busied himself with making popsicles.
He thought of the assessment his youngest uncle gave to Xu Zhao: Not bad.
His youngest uncle rarely praised others.
“Not bad” was already very, very good.
Happiness filled his heart, and the speed of his hands quickly tremendously.

Aware that Xu Zhao was handing in his grain tax, Cui Qingfeng took the pass to the steel factory and delivered the popsicles to the steel factory by himself.
Afterwards, he went to the countryside to sell popsicles, then went to the intersection to continue selling popsicles.
In the afternoon, Youngest Uncle was accompanying his dad to watch TV, so he finally had time to go to the grain supply station to visit Xu Zhao.
After searching for a while, he finally found Xu Zhao at the entrance of the grain supply station.

Cui Qingfeng happily walked forward and called, “Xu Zhao.”

“Qingfeng, what are you doing here?” Xu Zhao asked.

“Came to see if you had handed in your grain taxes yet,” Cui Qingfeng said.

“Not yet, but soon.
There’s still two ahead of us,” Xu Zhao replied.

“It should be soon then.
By the way, did you see my youngest uncle earlier?” Cui Qingfeng asked.

“Your youngest uncle is back?” Xu Zhao asked.

“Yes.
He said he saw you.”

“Saw me? Why don’t I know that?”

“That is strange.”

While they were speaking, it was finally Xu Zhao and Da Zhuang’s father turn to hand in their grain taxes.

Xu Zhao and Da Zhuang’s father suddenly became nervous.

“What’s wrong?” Cui Qingfeng inexplicably asked.

“Nervous,” Xu Zhao said.

“Nervous about what?”

“If we don’t pass the inspection, we’ll have to drag out wheat back home to sunbathe and filter again.
It’s very troublesome.
And if we don’t pass the inspection, we’ll have to pay a fine.”

“Is it that serious?” Cui Qingfeng also became nervous.

“Mn.”

Just as Xu Zhao spoke, an inspector holding a grooved stick poked inside the sack before pulling out again, the grooved stick bringing out a number of wheat grains.
The inspector teased them first, then looked to inspect the cleanliness of the wheat.
The loudspeaker sounded “Civilians handing in grain taxes, you cannot mix in fake materials.” For this reason, the inspection was very serious as the inspector reached out to pinch a grain and slowly tasted it.

Seeing the inspector slowly taste it, Xu Zhao, Da Zhuang’s father, and even Xu Fan and Da Zhuang all held their breath in anticipation, waiting for the inspector to speak.