Ever since the last news of spies in the mountains came out, Hua Ziqiang's main storyline was forced to stop.
Of course, before the suspension, the tasks refreshed every day were still the first ring, and after completion, they were not upgraded to the second ring.
Because he still needs to continue learning other hunting methods, the same task is refreshed every day, and he will be given a reward for completing one day.
Therefore, Hua Ziqiang's house had so much malted milk that he couldn't finish it.
Damn it, such a precious thing could actually make these brothers and sisters want to vomit after eating it!
It is no exaggeration to say that Hua Ziqiang would rather eat boiled wild vegetables than drink malted milk - he really can't stand drinking it every day.
Although a can of malted milk can be kept for two years, it cannot withstand large quantities!
If you eat them one by one in rotation, the last one will expire.
He didn't have anyone to send the gift to, and they didn't have any close relationship with him, so it would be difficult to explain if he sent it away.
He delivered it to my aunt's side.
But the Hua family eats milk powder as a meal every day, and they are even so extravagant that they come up with new ways to eat it - they mix it directly with tea and drink it. They don't lack malted milk at all.
My aunt's mother-in-law also filled an empty malted milk can with a can of milk powder and stuffed it into his mouth upside down.
So he had no choice but to take a can of malted milk to Widow Wu and ask her to help him dispose of the malted milk.
These two allies usually don't have much chance to interact with each other, but Hua Ziqiang is very trustworthy. He asked his younger brother and sister-in-law to protect Fang Guier at school and prevent Fang Guier from being bullied.
After all, Wu Muxiang is more reliable than Hua Ziqiang. At least she knows the way to the black market. She gave Hua Ziqiang some advice.
"The black market is too dangerous. Even I don't dare go there. Let me teach you. Go to the hospital and find someone. Patients need to replenish their bodies. There must be someone there who wants to buy malted milk!"
These words suddenly enlightened Hua Ziqiang - why hadn't he thought of it?
Wu Muxiang added:
"Just pretend you're here to see some relative. How could anyone know all the patients in the hospital? Besides, no one's going to the hospital specifically to arrest you, so you can just slip away!"
Hua Ziqiang stuffed a can of malted milk into Wu Muxiang's hand:
"Aunt Wu, don't say anything else. Just take this can of malted milk!"
Wu Muxiang had accumulated points and was almost tired of drinking a bowl of malted milk every day. When she saw the one Hua Ziqiang gave her, she was not interested in it at all.
She shook her head directly: "The gods have given me a lot, I don't need it, you can take it back."
Hua Ziqiang understood that the gods were sending gifts in groups!
Of course, Wu Muxiang just made up an excuse, but Hua Shenxian Wanchi did stockpile a large amount of malted milk.
There are five people in Hua Ziqiang's family, and they can provide her with 10 gratitude points each time.
Even if she sold the malted milk she had stockpiled, she wouldn't be able to sell it all by the time the reform and opening up began. It would be better to give more to her little golden finger host.
She also planned to deliver milk powder in the second round of tasks. The milk powder produced in her own space was of much better quality, so she would not need the milk powder she had stockpiled in her previous life.
Fortunately, our ancestors were more thoughtful. When milk powder cans that were not in line with the times were taken out, the fonts and patterns would automatically disappear and they would become the most ordinary tin cans.
She didn't expect that this gift would cause the other person to get hurt.
Or rather, Hua Wanchi didn't care at all. She thought it was okay for the other party to sell it, and that this thing would probably be easy to sell.
Hua Ziqiang carried five cans of malted milk in a basket and walked to the county hospital.
He felt that the county hospital had more people and more money, and the commune health center might not be able to sell so much malted milk.
He walked around the corridor of the inpatient department, looking like he was looking for someone, but in fact he was observing without leaving any trace.
Finally, I saw someone who was dressed well, so I walked over and asked:
"Comrade, please excuse me. Do you know where Liu Cuifen's ward is?"
The person being questioned was a man. He looked at Hua Ziqiang, smiled, and said:
"Are you here to visit relatives?"
Hua Ziqiang said in distress, "My mother asked someone to get a few bottles of malted milk and asked me to come visit my sick grandma, but she forgot to tell me which ward she was in! I've been looking for her for ages!"
The man's expression didn't show whether he believed it or not. He just asked:
"Do you have any extra malted milk? Can you share a can with me?"
Hua Ziqiang hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and said, "80—my mom spent a lot of effort to get this!"
The man smiled and pulled Hua Ziqiang to a secluded place:
"Little brother, come here and talk. You brought so much malted milk, are you selling it specifically?
My wife just gave birth and needs some nutrition. I need some too. 50 yuan for two cans. I'll also introduce you to other people. How about that?
Hua Ziqiang was moved: "No problem."
The man nodded. "That's straightforward, little brother. Here's 100 yuan. Take it. I'll go get the others."
Before long, all the malted milk in Hua Ziqiang's backpack was sold out, turning into 250 yuan in his pocket.
He was somewhat dazed. He felt that earning several dozen dollars a month by catching a few rabbits was already a lot of money.
This thing was sold for 250 at a time, which made him feel like money was no longer money.
This is different from the 700 yuan. The 700 yuan was given by his grandmother. It was his grandparents' ability to sell the wild boar and give him a share of the money. He didn't participate much and didn't have any direct feelings about it.
But these two hundred and fifty yuan were actually earned by him!
Although malted milk was given by the gods, he also sold it himself, right?
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