The scene of being scolded that I had imagined did not occur.

At most, it's just a matter of a few boxes less or a few boxes more.

I went back to the warehouse to collect the goods in the middle of the night.

100 tons of cotton and 20 tons of cotton yarn have once again enriched Zuo Ling's space.

Zuo Ling felt she had forgotten something, and rubbed her forehead, thinking for a long time...

We have firewood, rice, oil, and salt; we have fruits and vegetables...

We don't have any protective gear to save our lives yet!

I quickly called Yang Chengang and arranged to go to his shop tomorrow.

Yang Chengang was incredibly enthusiastic. As soon as the call connected, he said, "Little sister, what are you busy with? Your brother has been waiting for you for days."

It must be because the oil suited his temperament that he was so informal.

He thought to himself, "I wonder what Yang Chengang's relationship is with that group of people who deal in oil. He's incredibly audacious."

She's clueless, truly stupid; the other party is incredibly audacious.

Despite such strict government control, they still dare to profit from exploiting the public.

Zuo Ling, a poor man who had suddenly become rich, still retained his rural mindset.

The amount of oil she bought was just a drop in the ocean for the oil vendors.

"Nothing much, just got some more stock. Brother Yang, will you be at your shop tomorrow?"

Yang Chengang said in a loud voice, "If you don't mind the lateness, you can come now. The staff have all gone home, so it'll be quiet and peaceful, and no one will bother you."

Zuo Ling, of course, wasn't worried about being late: "Then I'll go now, you wait for me."

"No problem, come on."

It was already rush hour, and traffic was terrible. It took more than an hour to get to Yang Chengang's shop. I got out of the car carrying a bunch of food and drinks.

Upon hearing the car, Yang Chengang went out to greet it.

Seeing what Zuo Ling was carrying, his eyes lit up:

"Oh my, little sister, you're just the way I like you. I'm starving, and I was thinking of treating you to a meal at the restaurant next door after I'm done."

Zuo Ling chuckled:

"It's lunchtime, and I thought Brother Yang must be hungry. Since I don't know your taste, I bought all the food that I like."

If someone is picky, they will definitely be unhappy. Who would buy what they like to eat without asking the host's wishes?

Are you treating others to food, or are you feeding yourself?

Yang Chengang, on the contrary, felt that Zuo Ling did not treat him as an outsider, and immediately became closer to her.

Chinese sausage rice, spicy crayfish, salt and pepper shrimp, braised beef, pan-fried ribbonfish, spiced tofu, two steaming cups of taro milk tea, and a few cans of soda.

Yang Chengang rubbed his hands together, his eyes crinkling with a smile: "That's why we're so compatible; these are also my brother's favorite foods."

Zuo Ling fawned over him, handing him chopsticks: "I'm glad Brother Yang likes it."

The two chatted as they ate, and their friendship blossomed over the course of the meal.

After finishing his meal, Yang Chengang took out the things he had prepared beforehand.

The first thing that catches the eye is a slightly larger red composite bow.

In his previous life, Pei Nansheng had instructed Zuo Ling in practicing compound bowing.

After testing the draw strength of the compound bow, Yang Chengang prepared a 100-pound compound bow with a lower draw strength for Zuo Ling.

With the help of pulleys on both sides of the bow, 80% of the effort is saved, and it can be pulled open with only 20 pounds of pulling force.

With a range of up to 400 meters, it can carry small bombs and has tremendous power, which Zuo Ling likes very much.

The shop had a target set up, and with arrows loaded, Zuo Ling shot the arrow.

The arrow, carried by a fierce wind, struck the bullseye.

Yang Chengang clapped in surprise: "Oh, brother, you're blind! You didn't realize your little sister was such a master."

It was obvious that this wasn't the first time Zuo Ling had touched the bow.

Zuo Ling smiled and said, "It's alright, so-so. I'm still quite skilled."

In her past life, she was extremely bored, and practicing archery was one of her few hobbies.