"If you drink my juice, how about you braid a straw rope for me?"

Straw rope is now a consumable item.

Because it's used to bundle up supplies, to transport stacks of supplies to other places.

The straw ropes woven from rushes are quite strong and easy to weave; even a child can learn them in no time.

The main reason is that Hua Mi has a lot of straw mats, and she never gives away supplies to others for free. Hua Mi isn't that kind-hearted.

If you consume or use her supplies, you have to provide her with some value, and children are no exception.

Hua Mi said to the child in front of her who was holding orange juice.

"Kid, I'll give you another steamed bun in return. How about you help me take care of this little baby?"

The baby boy that the garrison in City A risked their lives to bring was lying on a straw mat in the supply depot, babbling incoherently.

The adults are all busy and don't have time to spend with him.

Therefore, Hua Mi plans to find someone to take care of the child.

The little boy, holding the orange juice, nodded obediently and then looked back at his grandmother.

Grandma was also starving, and without hesitation, she agreed to Hua Mi's request.

"Besides weaving straw ropes, I can also weave other things, such as fans, straw baskets, carpets, and straw boxes. Almost all of our older generation can make these little things."

Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

That's true.

Goodbye, my printer.

I bought another one because at the print shop downstairs, it costs one yuan to print one side, and three mao per side to print 20 sides.

As someone with severe anxiety disorder, I often need to print things out to relieve stress.

Seriously, watching the printer print out the ebook I wanted gave me a feeling of healing...

I wonder if any of you have this strange way of relieving stress.

(End of this chapter)