[Soon, Lao He, I miss you.]

[So cheesy.]

【Ha ha. 】

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Dalizhuang

Before dawn, the village came alive with activity.

In addition to oxcarts, the brigade also had handcarts and wheelbarrows. Whether they belonged to the brigade or individuals, everything that could be used was put to use. The male educated youth went to the granary early in the morning to help move grain.

Su Ranran and Zhang Cuicao didn't want to go. They had been there a few years ago and there wasn't much to see.

He Wan just went along to check things out. They were going to town this time; the grain depot was a very large courtyard.

There were long queues in each village. When no one was around, He Wan took out her phone and took a video, but found that she couldn't send it. However, she still secretly took a few photos and stored them on her phone. She put her phone in her bag, which had a hole cut in it.

They set off from their village at 7 a.m. and arrived around 9 a.m., and it's noon now, and they're still not done.

He Wan was quite bored standing there, so she told Wang Jianguo and the others, and then carried her bamboo basket to the supply and marketing cooperative.

When she arrived, Su Ranran and Zhang Cuicao asked her to buy two jin of chicken cakes and two mao of face cream for each of them, and they gave her the bottles.

He Wan only realized now that face cream can be bought in bulk.

Unfortunately, I ran into Chen Qing at the supply and marketing cooperative. She walked around the cooperative for a bit and then left.

He Wan knew that she would definitely go to sell things. Recently, she had been going up the mountain a lot after work, and she must have gotten a ginseng, which she exchanged for a lot of points. She also used the points to exchange for a lot of food.

She rarely comes to town and doesn't know where Chen Qing sells his things.

She left the supply and marketing cooperative ahead of time, then found a secluded spot and waited for Chen Qing to come out.

Sure enough, after a while, Chen Qing was seen coming out of the supply and marketing office with a bamboo basket on his back and walking westward.

In the town—no, now it can only be called Hongqi Commune—there was a supply and marketing cooperative, an agricultural machinery station, a vegetable station, a grain and oil station, a post office, a household registration office, and a police station all in one courtyard. There was also a Xinhua Bookstore, a grain depot, but not even a state-run restaurant.