Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.
However, Zhang Sh...
"Xiao Guang, does your factory still buy eggs?"
Zhang Qingchun didn't understand what Li Erhua meant, so he turned around and asked Zhang Shuguang.
"Grandpa, we don't accept eggs."
Zhang Shuguang still has too many eggs in his space to eat, and the system gives the same buying and selling price for eggs, so there is no profit in between.
"Uncle Qingchun, you misunderstood. These four eggs are for you and Auntie to eat. This is our apology."
Li Erhua forced a smile, fearing that Zhang Qingchun would make things difficult for them in purchasing mountain products.
"Take it away quickly! What are you doing? As long as your mountain products are good, I'm not going to give you any trouble."
Last time, Li Erhua had a small quarrel with her eldest grandson, and the eldest grandson took the opportunity to assert his authority.
It’s been several days since this happened, and since his family didn’t suffer any loss, the old man didn’t take it to heart at all.
"Uncle, feel free to check. We picked them one by one on the mountain and washed and dried them all."
Zhang Xianghui quickly opened his pocket and let Zhang Qingchun take a look.
"Well, sure, let's weigh it."
Zhang Qingchun took a look and nodded with satisfaction.
"12 kilograms of dry goods can be exchanged for 72 kilograms of food."
"Next."
After receiving the note, Li Erhua thanked Zhang Qingchun and Zhang Shuguang profusely before leaving with a happy smile.
72 kilograms of food, plus wild vegetables, are enough for them to survive until the autumn distribution of grain.
The team moved forward slowly, and finally it was Zhang Xiangdong's turn.
"father."
Zhang Xiangdong and Bai Yanniang came over with bruised faces and messy hair, looking fawning.