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Ye Fangfei was still young, and Tang Zhicheng treated her like a little girl, showering her with affection. He didn’t want her to worry about any trivial matters at home.
During these two days off, Tang Zhicheng was like a spinning top, first buying coal balls, then using his connections to get two loads of small wooden blocks and sawdust from the furniture factory. He also happened to catch the winter cabbage and radishes being sold on the street.
Tang Zhicheng got up early and queued with Aunt Zhao. The line for vegetables was filled with elderly men and women, with only Tang Zhicheng as the lone young man, a stranger to everyone.
Seeing that he was with Aunt Zhao, someone asked her, “Old Zhao, who is this young man? He looks unfamiliar.”
“This is our new neighbor, Little Tang. He’s here to pick up cabbage today,” Aunt Zhao replied.
“Oh, he’s new here? That explains why he looks so unfamiliar,” someone remarked.
“I know! He got married just over a month ago. I took my grandson to see the excitement and even got some wedding candy!” another elder chimed in.
“What does the young man do? Why is it you who’s picking up cabbage?” an old man inquired.
“I work at the transportation team. I’m off today and came along with Aunt Zhao to bring some vegetables home,” Tang Zhicheng explained politely.
“The transportation team? That’s a good job! Young man, you have a bright future ahead,” the old man praised.
“You work at the transportation team? Doesn’t that mean you can get some good stuff?” a sharp-featured woman leaned in to ask.
Tang Zhicheng glanced at her but chose not to respond.
Aunt Zhao seemed to know her well; she shot her a glare and said, “Yang Weihong, why are you everywhere? If you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute. What are you trying to do? Eyeing Little Tang because he’s new and hoping to take advantage? Let me tell you, that won’t happen.”
“Old lady Zhao, mind your own business! I’m just talking to this young man; what does it have to do with you?” Yang Weihong retorted.
“Of course it concerns me! He’s from our courtyard; I can’t let you fool him,” Aunt Zhao insisted.
“You—” Yang Weihong wanted to say more but was interrupted by Tang Zhicheng.
"Madam, I am indeed part of the convoy, but I don't have anything of value to offer. Right now, reselling goods is a speculative venture, and that could land you in legal trouble. I am a person of great standing and will firmly follow the Party's lead. If the Party disapproves, I will not engage in it," Tang Zhicheng warned.
"Hmph, I'm done talking to you," Yang Weihong said, taken aback by Tang Zhicheng's serious tone. Stubbornly, she finished her sentence and turned to speak with someone else.
However, everyone who saw her turned their faces away in unison, clearly unwilling to engage with her. It was evident just how annoying she was.
With everyone ignoring her, Yang Weihong didn't mind at all. She moved to the front and squeezed her way in, oblivious to the disdainful glances from those behind her. She stood there happily, waiting to snatch some cabbage.
Seeing that Tang Zhicheng had pushed Yang Weihong away, Zhao Dama felt that this young comrade was quite perceptive and particularly appreciated him. She decided to chat with him a bit more: "Little Tang, you must be careful when you see Yang Weihong in the future. She's like a sticky candy; once she latches on, it's hard to shake her off. She's truly a piece of work—extremely selfish. She'll do anything to gain an advantage. Not only has she caused me trouble, but many others on this street have also suffered because of her."
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