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    Song Zigan left after speaking.  In fact, I came here to ask Zhang Hongmei if I could get food.

    But thinking about how this little girl has such abilities?  Now I have food stamps and can't exchange them for food.

    Grandparents are reluctant to eat every day and keep it for themselves, but they can't eat it either?  They are old and in poor health, and their father is not at home, so they can't let the two old people break their health, so when it's time to eat, they just give up.

    Song Ziqian thought, if there were plenty of food, this problem would not arise.

    However, there are disasters everywhere, where do I get food?  I went for a walk in the black market yesterday, and now the stick noodles are five yuan a catty, and the wages of ordinary workers are only more than 20 yuan a month, which is not enough to buy three catties of stick noodles?

    In this way, the three black markets in the city bought three catties of cornmeal.

    No, I have to go back and ask Zhang Hongmei, maybe there really is one?

    Song Ziqian came back and knocked on the door again, "Hongmei, come out for a while, I have something to ask you."

    "What's wrong?" Zhang Hongmei walked out the door.

    "Hongmei, can I get some food? I bought three catties of stick noodles in the black market for five yuan a catty yesterday, and it's not clean noodles, there are leather mixed in."

    Zhang Hongmei looked at this simple boy and decided to trust him once.

    "If you can get broken rice, I'll leave you two bags, two hundred catties, and three yuan per catty will do?"

    "Really? Rice?"

    "Well, really, you can come here by bike tomorrow night."

    "Is three yuan too little? Can you get it?"

    "Don't ask me anything else."

    "I see. I'll come over at eight o'clock tomorrow night. You wait for me."

    "Okay, don't worry, I will definitely not go on a business trip for what I promised. Go back quickly."

    Song Zigan walked home briskly.  Finally got the food, it's still fine grain, rice, I haven't eaten it for more than a year, right?

    Although the two hundred catties cost six hundred yuan, it was four hundred less than what she had prepared. It would be great if Zhang Hongmei could give herself three hundred catties.

    In the future, if there are good things, I will definitely keep them for her. It's so interesting. To make friends, you have to show such loyalty.

    It's five o'clock, Dashan father and Liu Maocai got up, Zhang Hongmei also started cooking, and at night, he made steamed buns with three noodles, dried radish, and dried eggplant stew powder.

    Really don't know what to eat?  It¡¯s too good to explain, and it¡¯s easy to be misunderstood, and it¡¯s too bad to feel embarrassed.

    Liu Maocai watched Zhang Hongmei cook, "Hongmei, I'll go and see your Brother Jianguo later, he's about to leave work."

    "Okay, I have a lot of steamed buns, you can bring him a few."

    "It's okay, he hasn't been back for more than half a year. I don't know what's going on?"

    "It's okay, it's good. I brought him food a while ago, and I think he has grown taller."

    "Thanks to you, I can still visit him from time to time."

    "It's okay, I'm close. Besides, I can go and deliver some food."

    "The food delivery is the best now. Why don't my Dashan keep praising you."

    "Hehe, it's really nothing."

    After the food was cooked, Liu Maocai took the four steamed buns prepared by Zhang Hongmei, a lunch box of vegetables, and a cucumber, and went to the cotton spinning factory, and Dashanpai went with him.

    "Hongmei, you don't have to wait for us to eat when your uncle comes back, you eat first."

    "Hehe, my uncle has the final say."

    "Maocai, let's go back quickly. We have to go and recognize the Tao before it gets dark."

    "In the middle, let's go by bicycle. We'll come back after a quick look."

    After the two of them left, Zhang Hongmei cut another bowl of pickles, mixed them with minced garlic and vinegar, and filled out the broken rice porridge in the pot, waiting for everyone to come back to eat.

    Another hour later, Zhang Hongmei heard the movement of the car, until it was supposed to be Liu Aimin who came back.

    When I opened the door, I saw Liu Aimin jumping down from the driver's seat, "Hongmei, wait a minute. Seeing old comrades in arms, I lost track of time talking."

    "It's okay uncle, my third uncle and the others are going to see Brother Jianguo, I guess I should be home soon."

    "You will let me know in a while."

    "Let's go after dinner, my third grandfather and the others will follow along."

    "Okay. Let's wait for them."

    Just as he was talking, Liu Maocai and the others rode?? is back.

    "Brother, Jianguo doesn't know why we are here."

    "It's the best way. It's not good to know too much. Let's eat quickly and go take a look in a while."

    "Hongmei, is it far from here?" Liu Maocai asked while washing his hands.

    It will take forty minutes if you walk.

    "Why don't you guys ride your bikes, anyway, it's your Uncle Aimin who drives. We don't know if we know the way."

    "Okay, I can do whatever."

    After finishing eating and tidying up, Zhang Hongmei sat on the back seat of her bicycle to show Liu Aimin the way, and she arrived in 20 minutes.

    Liu Aimin walked around the winery, and they came back.

    "Uncle, Third Master, I'll be there at ten o'clock in the evening, you just have to arrive at twelve o'clock, don't worry about me, I'll wait for you there after paying the money."

    "Come on, be careful yourself."

    "Don't worry, it's fine."

    Zhang Hongmei got out of the car after riding a bicycle for a certain distance, and drove around the winery for a few laps. Fortunately, there was no rain, otherwise she was really afraid of missing the car.

    Zhang Hongmei put away the car after 11:40, opened the door and put all the food at the door, locked the door again, and waited.

    Liu Aimin and the others came over at five minutes to twelve, stopped the car, and the three of them loaded the car under the moonlight.

    Zhang Hongmei was in charge of pulling the bags for them and putting his hands on their shoulders.

    One hundred and sixty bags were filled in one hour.

    "Hongmei, hurry home, we're leaving, I'll return the car tomorrow, and I'll go home straight away, you don't have to worry about it."

    "Okay uncle, drive slowly."

    When Zhang Hongmei returned home, she felt her heart was finally in her stomach.

    The three of them entered the village before four o'clock and called strong labor to unload the truck.

    Liu Aimin went home, "Grandma, this time there are 150 bags of sticks, and there are five bags that are probably soybeans. There are still five bags that have not been touched. I think it should be rice. Liu Maocai is watching there."

    "There are so many, what didn't the girl say?"

    "No. Nothing."

    "If you didn't say it, you didn't say it. Anyway, this kid should put money in it this time. Let's talk about it later, let Liu Changlin keep the account."

    "Understood grandma, I will return the car in a while, and I will be home in the evening."

    "Go and be safe."

    When Zhang Hongmei came back, she entered the space, took a shower and went to sleep.

    When I came back from school, I was too lazy to cook.  After eating a piece of fried rice and drinking a cup of yogurt, I just waited for Song Zi to do it.

    Song Zigan came over at five minutes to eight o'clock. Song Zigan saw that there were still four bags in the storeroom, "Red plums, can I have three bags?"
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