Liang Laosan was right.
Luo Song did indeed have connections to obtain grain, and without ration coupons.
Now he had a spatial ability and a large amount of grain.
But he wouldn’t admit he could get the grain, nor would he help Liang Laosan and his group.
In this era, speculation was no joke.
Especially in this famine-stricken time, grain was a heavily controlled commodity.
Therefore, Luo Song had never even considered getting his hands on grain, nor had he ever been to the pigeon market.
Logically, since they were all neighbors and fellow villagers, and everyone was starving, Luo Song should have helped.
But Luo Song knew that human nature was easily tested.
So he hadn’t even provided much assistance to Qin Jingru’s family, let alone helped Liang Laosan and Liang Ladi by taking the enormous risk of obtaining grain.
To put it bluntly, Luo Song wouldn’t do anything with even the slightest risk of leaking information; he wanted to live longer.
As for buying piglets from Liang Laosan or purchasing mountain goods from other farmers, this didn’t constitute speculation.
Because Luo Song had a letter of introduction and the steel mill’s backing, he was representing the government to purchase unplanned supplies.
Even if someone investigated, as long as he didn’t buy low and sell high, profiting privately, he wouldn’t be in trouble.
Because all units did it this way.
Obtaining unplanned supplies was a skill, completely different from reselling grain.
Seeing that Luo Song wouldn’t budge, Liang Laosan left disappointed and frustrated.
Liang Ladi, who had come with him, left with a smile, exchanging a few friendly words with Luo Song before departing.
After seeing them off, Luo Song extinguished the fire in the kitchen, grabbed several bottles of hot water and saline solution, and crawled into bed.
In the middle of the night, Luo Song, half asleep, heard someone knocking on his window.
“Who is it?
Why aren’t you sleeping so late?” Luo Song said impatiently.
No one answered, but the knocking continued.
He saw Liang Ladi standing outside, breathing out warm air, rubbing her hands and stamping her feet.
Luo Song opened the window, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, making him shiver.
“Sister, if you’ve come to ask me to get you some food, please go back.
I really can’t!” Luo Song said bluntly.
A smile slowly appeared on Liang Ladi’s face, her large, bright eyes blinking, watery.
She stamped her foot, smiled, and said, “Xiao Song, let me come inside first.
It’s too cold outside!” Luo Song hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “Please wait a moment.” As he spoke, he closed the window, and immediately the cold wind stopped blowing in.
Then he drew the curtains before stepping out of the bedroom and into the main room, opening the door to invite Liang Ladi in.
After Liang Ladi entered, Luo Song closed the door and turned back to say directly: “Ladi, please get to the point.
It’s the middle of the night; it’s not good for a man and woman to be alone together for too long.” Upon hearing this, Liang Ladi inwardly cursed Luo Song for being heartless, but a smile bloomed on her face.
She took a few steps forward, opened her arms, and slowly wrapped her arms around Luo Song’s waist.
“Ladi, what are you doing?” Luo Song was startled.
Were women this open now?
Liang Ladi giggled, resting her head against Luo Song’s chest, gently nuzzling him a few times, and whispered, “Xiao Song, smell my hair, does it smell good?” Luo Song didn’t answer; he was curious to see what Liang Ladi was up to.
Seeing no response, Liang Ladi tilted her head back, smiled, revealing two dimples on her cheeks, and said: “You must have a way to get food, right?
Xiaosong, as long as you can help me get food, I’ll do whatever you want with me, okay?” Luo Song chuckled lewdly and whispered in her ear, “Nothing much, unless you let me do whatever I want with you first, then I’ll figure something out.” “How do you want to do whatever you want with me first?” Liang Ladi’s eyes flickered as she glanced at Luo Song, then said: “Xiaosong, my husband just died, and I have four crying babies to feed.
I’m already pitiful enough.
You can’t bully me.” Luo Song rolled his eyes at her and said irritably, “Don’t use the children as an excuse.
Those children aren’t mine, what do they have to do with me?” After a pause, he asked doubtfully, “Even though your husband died, aren’t you supposed to take over his job?
Logically, shouldn’t you be short of food?” “Who says we don’t need it?” Liang Ladi sighed.
“I just took over my husband’s job, and my meager ration is barely enough for our family of five.” “I originally thought I could go back to my parents’ home and try to find a way, even just getting some sweet potatoes and potatoes would be good.” “But who would have thought the situation would be so bad?
Liangjia Village is also severely lacking in food.
That’s why I came to ask you for help, having heard you have connections!” “Please help me, okay?
“Sister Ladi, I really have no connections.
I’ve already been frank with you and Uncle San.
I really can’t help you.” Seeing Luo Song’s unyielding attitude, Liang Ladi sighed inwardly, knowing that her shameless plea would likely be in vain.
Her spirits immediately sank.
She slowly stepped out of Luo Song’s arms, bowed her head, took a few steps back, and prepared to leave.
At this moment, Luo Song suddenly spoke again, “Didn’t you just say you’d let me handle it?
Are you leaving already?” “How can I let you handle it if you can’t think of a way?” Liang Ladi paused, tilted her head, and pouted as she replied.
Luo Song smiled and said, “I have a method here that’s not really a method, would you like to hear it?” “Oh?
Tell me about it.” Liang Ladi’s eyes lit up, and she smiled.
Luo Song chuckled, “Sister, your husband’s dead, and you have four children to support.
You won’t be remarrying anytime soon, will you?” “Yes, I probably won’t remarry for at least three to five years,” Liang Ladi nodded, then added, “Besides, no one dares to marry me these days.
Even if they did, I couldn’t support them!” Luo Song nodded, looking into her eyes, and smiled, “My method is simple.
I’m still unmarried, a young man, full of energy, and need a woman.
Even if you don’t remarry, you still need a man, Ladi.” “We’ll secretly support each other.
From now on, I’ll give you twenty catties of cornmeal every month, how about that?” Liang Ladi looked disgusted: “You wish!
Twenty catties of cornmeal to get rid of me?
Dream on!” Luo Song asked with a smile, “Then tell me, how much support do you need for you to agree?” “You really intend to secretly help a widow like me?
If people find out, you know the consequences unless you marry me,” Liang Ladi said, pursing her lips.
Luo Song nodded, “To die under a peony is to die romantically, even as a ghost, is still romantic.
Having a beauty like Sister Ladi makes a little risk nothing.” Seeing he wasn’t joking, Liang Ladi thought for a while before looking up and saying, “To be honest, I’m a widow now.
Following a handsome young man like you isn’t a bad deal.” “Here’s the deal: if you promise to give me fifty catties of corn, ten catties of wheat flour, and five catties of pork every month, I’ll agree to stay with you and never look for another man!”