In this era, working in a supply and marketing cooperative was equivalent to being a civil servant in later generations. It was a stable job. Not only did you get a salary, but you also got various subsidies, tickets, holiday benefits, and internal employee benefits. For example, some defective products were consumed internally, so it was normal that their overall mental outlook was much better than that of ordinary people.
At this time, if someone in the family works in the supply and marketing cooperative, it would be so great and it would be an honor to tell others about it.
After paying the bill, he put the odds and ends into a basket, took it to the ox cart, and then went to bring the ash over and put it together with the basket.
If she had been the one to carry this large bag of white ash, she would definitely not have been able to do so. She had already prepared to ask for help from others, but she didn't expect that her original body was actually quite strong and was able to carry the bag without any effort.
"Uncle Gu, you are eating fried dough twists. Please keep an eye on them for me. I have something to do. Okay?" Li Qingyun took out a large fried dough twist from the basket and handed it over.
Old Gu's cloudy eyes lit up. Big hemp twists, this is a good thing. My little grandson at home will definitely love to eat these snacks. Unfortunately, he is old now and can't earn much. It was the brigade that took pity on his family's old and young and assigned him a job as a bullock cart driver to barely support his family of three.
The Tingzhou family was not so generous before, and for some reason, she sounded very polite when she spoke, which I didn't think so before.
After hesitating for a moment, he saw the seriousness in Li Qingyun's eyes and finally accepted the twisted dough and said, "I'll accept it shamelessly this time. Don't do this next time. I'll drop off the villagers later and you go last. I'll go to the cowshed to return the animals. I'll pass by your house and I can give you a ride."
Li Qingyun didn't expect that people in this era were so simple and honest that a five-cent fried dough twist could be exchanged for kindness.
This is good, as she can save herself the trouble of carrying things back home. It is several hundred meters from the village entrance to her home. Two baskets are fine, but the white ash is very heavy.
"That's great, thank you." Li Qingyun thanked him sincerely and continued to stroll around the commune.
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