Each of them carried a basket filled with rice, flour, milk powder, brown sugar, pork and cloth.
Some of them were accumulated by Hua Wanchi in his previous life, and some were produced by space.
Of course, after unlocking the space permission, Wan Qingliu directly smuggled the things in the backpack into the space, but he did not dare to let Hua Xuguo find out.
After all, it is difficult to explain what was discovered.
Only Hua Xuguo was walking with a heavy basket on his back, panting.
After arriving at the county town, Wan Qingliu and Hua Xuguo first visited the homes of Hua Xianghong, Hua Aihua and Hua Wanli in turn, as they had all gotten off work.
Each person gave ten kilograms of rice and one kilogram of pork, and Wan Qingliu brought Hua Xuguo to a family compound.
Of course, the two were in disguise. As soon as they arrived at the family area, an old lady immediately stood up from a group of old ladies who were sitting at the alley and chatting and came to greet them.
She spoke in a dialect slightly different from that of the village:
"Hey, sister, are you ready for lunch? Why are you here at this hour? Did you bring my nephew with you?"
After all the crackling noise, Hua Xuguo was a little confused.
This auntie looks very familiar with his mother!
When did this relative come into our family?
Wan Qingliu said calmly:
"Isn't it the double harvest in the fields some time ago? I didn't have time to come over. But I came to see you as soon as I got some grain."
As she spoke, the aunt led the two of them inside, laughing loudly as she walked.
As soon as the door was closed, the old lady's true colors were revealed, and her warm and honest expression suddenly became shrewd.
She pointed at Hua Xuguo:
"Newcomer?"
Wan Qingliu nodded:
"My son, he will come from now on."
The aunt looked him up and down and said with a smile:
"It's so strong!"
Then she got to the point.
"What good stuff did you bring today?"
Wan Qingliu put down the bamboo basket and smuggled the things in the space out.
He lifted the top layer of rag and showed it to the aunt, who flipped through it.
Every time she turned over something, the aunt would recite it.
"Rice, pork, brown sugar, the stuff is OK, good quality, wow, and cloth too - good stuff."
Wan Qingliu gave a wink, and Hua Xuguo quickly put down the backpack, lifted the rags, and said with a silly smile:
"What I have in here is the same as my mother's."
The aunt also flipped through it until she saw something that caught her eye.
"Milk powder! You can get this stuff too!"
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