"The production team is so poor that we can't even afford to buy condiments?" Zeng Wangcai deliberately complained.
"It's not that we can't afford it..." Zeng Lao San said with a wry smile, "We only need the spices, but we don't need to buy anything else. Li Baotian can find them himself, and members usually bring some back from work to exchange for work points. Besides, it's better to do something else with the money. Why buy spices? If Secretary Wang hadn't come, I wouldn't have bought any."
This is the truth. It seems that Zeng Laosan ran the production team's canteen as his own home. It was thanks to this idea that he had it, otherwise it would have collapsed long ago.
"Okay, my second uncle has some, but you're giving too much for the spices. So, I'll take this." Zeng Wangcai took out a fifty-cent note and put it in his pocket.
"Uh, you really accepted it..." Zeng Laosan's mouth twitched with pain. He thought Zeng Wangcai would be polite.
Zeng Wangcai's idea is, why not accept it?
Things given for free are too cheap and can easily make people develop a habit of taking advantage. Today you may get a scallion, tomorrow you may get a pound of rice. But if one day you can't get it anymore, it's not a favor but a hatred.
"Don't want to buy it? If you don't want to buy it, I'll give it back to you!" Zeng Wangcai took out the money and handed it back, "Our spices weren't blown in by the wind."
"Village chief, what Wangcai said makes sense. It's not easy for anyone these days. We can't push our luck further." Li Baotian advised from behind.
Zeng Lao San immediately glared and said, "Do you think I am taking advantage of you, Third Uncle? I will pay you just like that."
"Well done, Third Uncle. Let's pay the money the production team owes for pork last time!"
"Well, your second aunt is here. I'm going to get some spices. I'll leave first..."
Zeng Laosan ran away in shame. This time the pork and other supplies were given by Zeng Wangcai as a thank you to the villagers for their help in the fight. The last time the fish was in exchange for his second uncle Zeng Youhuo not having to work. But the pork before and after that was on credit and there was an IOU. Zeng Laosan couldn't afford it, so he could only turn a blind eye and run away.
At this time, a group of women from the Zeng family came over under the leadership of Ma Ping. They had gone to support Zeng Wangcai before, but they had bad legs and feet and missed him. After searching for a while, they couldn't find him and grandma was almost dying of anxiety.
Ma Ping was stopped by Zeng Lao San and told about the big news. Grandma came over with a group of grandchildren.
"My dear grandson, where did you get hit..." Grandma dropped her cane and touched her grandson's body with her dry hands.
"Haha, it's itchy!" Zeng Wangcai laughed as his ticklish spot was touched, "I'm fine, grandma, Xiaohu and Xiaobao were beaten up by someone, look at them."
"Ah, Tiger and Leopard were beaten up? Where are they?"
"Grandma, we are here!" The little tiger and the little leopard who were standing next to Zeng Wangcai were at a loss whether to laugh or cry. They did not dare to complain and lowered their heads to let their short grandmother check.
"It was a donkey's ball that beat my grandson like this..." Grandma put her hands on her hips and cursed without caring about anything. She was facing the direction of Zhujia Village, as if the person who beat her was right in front of her.
Little Tiger and Little Leopard didn't dare to say a word, and did not show their bravery in the fight as before.
Zeng Wangcai gently stroked his grandmother's back to calm her down.
有老人疼爱，真好，老人这种骂人出气，比揍人还来的舒爽。
After grandma had scolded enough, Zeng Wangcai let his three worried sisters take grandma back to rest.
After finally sorting out the affairs at home, Zeng Wangcai took people to the river to fish. The sun was at its highest point and very scorching, making people sweat, but everyone was very happy and no one complained.
Zeng Wangcai noticed that Zhang Xiuzhi, who was walking beside him, sometimes moved her left shoulder, as if she was feeling uncomfortable somewhere.
"What's the matter?" Zeng Wangcai asked.
"It's okay!" Zhang Xiuzhi said nonchalantly, "I just got hit on the shoulder by a melon peel..."
This "guapi" is also a dialect, but it is obviously different from when Zhang Xiuzhi said Zeng Wangcai.
"Did you hit my wife? Let me see what happened to her. I have some medicinal wine in my bag for you to try..."
"You bastard, will you let me take off my clothes in broad daylight?"
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