Zhang Weiguo carried it back to the courtyard.
The people who are going to work now haven't gotten up yet.
Zhang Weiguo returned home, woke up Ran Qiuye and asked him to have breakfast.
Ran Qiuye woke up the two little girls, but they got cold after a while.
After dinner, Zhang Weiguo went to work.
Today, Zhang Weiguo plans to visit the surrounding countryside.
Now after a heavy rain, I don’t know what’s happening around me.
Zhang Weiguo plans to go and take a look.
Zhang Weiguo was riding a tricycle with several bags of cornmeal on it.
Set off slowly.
After leaving Sijiu City, Zhang Weiguo rode in one direction.
Zhang Weiguo rode for two hours before he found a village.
Zhang Weiguo saw that the fields were flooded and half of the farmers were dead.
It seems that the dealers will not reap much this year.
Zhang Weiguo came to the village, and there were not many people there.
Zhang Weiguo knocked on doors from house to house, exchanging cornmeal for anything.
Copper coins, dollars, porcelain, and furniture can all be exchanged.
When the villagers saw that they could exchange unused items for food, they were very willing to do so.
With food, you won’t go hungry.
Everyone went home to exchange their things.
Some were exchanged for copper coins, and some were exchanged for dollars.
Another family brought out a wooden sculpture, which was a Maitreya Buddha.
The wood used was also ordinary wood. Zhang Weiguo felt a little uncomfortable looking at this wood sculpture because one of the Buddha statue's fingers was pointing at the belly.
It was like Buddha giving the middle finger, if Zhang Weiguo hadn't realized that it was an old thing.
Everyone thought it was a contemporary work.
The middle finger is an international language.
Neither of them means anything good.
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