No problem! I'll wait for you here." The man was very happy with the strong sense of being trusted.
"Brother, there are too many things for you to carry." No matter how calm he was, he was still a teenager, and Leng You still reminded him worriedly.
"Trust me." After repeated tests these days, Xiang Wentian has fully understood the limit of his own strength. Five or six hundred kilograms is nothing to him. He only considers the problem of how to carry Leng You after carrying the food.
The two continued walking into the alley.
"Would you like eggs?" someone asked.
There were so many pheasant eggs and bird eggs in the valley that they naturally wouldn't waste their money.
"Do you want white flour?" someone else came over and asked in a low voice.
"How much is one pound?" Leng You spoke again.
"85 cents for flour, 19 cents; 75 cents for flour," the man replied.
"The government sells 85% flour for only 1.85 cents. Why are you selling it for so high a price?" Leng You immediately dug out the exact number from his memory and questioned the man.
“A kid even knows this?” the man exclaimed.
"I want 50 kilograms of 85% flour, 1.8 cents." Leng You said the quantity first. She was worried that Xiang Wentian would ask for 100 or 200 kilograms.
After all, you are still young. Even if you are strong, you can't use it without limit. If you hurt your strength, it will be a lifelong problem.
The reason why I didn’t buy the better 75 flour (which is the Fuqiang flour that people often eat later) is because in this era where everything is natural, 85 flour also tastes very delicious.
Unlike rice, Indica rice not only tastes terrible, but you will often find stones in it, because the stones are the same color as the rice, so you may not be able to pick them out cleanly even if you try.
"Okay! Wait a minute, I'll go get you some noodles." The man found Leng You acting like a little adult very amusing. He didn't bargain and turned back to get the noodles.
"Get your money!" Seeing that the man quickly carried out a bag of noodles, Leng You quickly took out ten yuan and handed it over.
"So it's my sister who manages the money! Come... and join you guys." The man laughed again.
"Brother, let's go back! We'll come back tomorrow if you want to buy anything." Leng You was afraid that Xiang Wentian would continue loading.
"Yeah!" If Leng You hadn't said that, Xiang Wentian really wanted to buy something else.
Carrying Leng You on his back and holding a flour bag in one hand, Xiang Wentian strode towards the man selling rice.
"Young man, are you going to carry such a heavy thing?" Seeing Xiang Wentian put Leng You down, then put the bag of flour into the rice bag, and then carry the big bag directly on his back and tie it with a rope, the rice seller widened his eyes in surprise.
"Let's go." Xiang Wentian ignored the man selling rice, took Leng You's hand and left.
People living in the alley come out to sweep the snow every day, so the snow is not very thick, and Leng You is not affected at all when walking.
After leaving the alley and coming under a big tree, Xiang Wentian dug out the simple skis and ski poles that he had hidden in the snow.
He bent down again and Leng You soared into the air.
"Ah!" With a cry of surprise, Leng You subconsciously hugged Xiang Wentian's neck.
She had thought before, could it be that Xiang Wentian wanted to put her in the rice bag as well? It turned out that he wanted to hold her in front of his chest, but this seemed a bit difficult.
"Hold you tight." Xiang Wentian patted Leng You's little butt again.
Leng You: “…”
The soul of the nearly thirty-year-old woman trembled three times with heat again.
Xiang Wentian tied Leng You to his chest with his long scarf, and shook it after tying him up, as if to test whether it was secure.
"Let's go!" Xiang Wentian stuck his ski poles hard on the ground, carrying 150 kilograms of food on his back and Leng You tied in front of him, but he jumped up as light as a swallow.
Leng You buried his face tightly in Xiang Wentian's chest. Along with the whistling cold wind came the sound of his strong and powerful heartbeat like a drum.
For the first time in his past and present life, there was something called "sense of security" that clearly entered Leng You's brain, and then passed through every nerve in the cerebral cortex to every part of his limbs.
Although they were "carrying a heavy load", the time they took to go there and back was not much different, and it was only noon when they got home.
"What is this?" Wen Jiuyue hurried out of the house when she heard the door open and saw Xiang Wentian untying a large sack from his back.
She thought the two children had gone to the valley again.
"My brother and I went to the county town and bought some food." Leng You raised his little head and told Wen Jiuyue.
"What, you went to the county town? How did you go? And you came back so soon? How is that possible?" Wen Jiuyue's face was full of disbelief.
"My brother carried me on his back and went skiing." Leng You looked at Wen Jiuyue with some sympathy.
The repeated shocks these days have been a real test for the old man's heart.
"Skiing? What is that? A sled? That's not right!" Wen Jiuyue's brain was a mess.
"I'll show it to you later." Xiang Wentian had put down the sack on his body, untied the sack, and took out the bag of white flour inside.
"Grandma Wen, this is flour, and this is rice. They are enough for Grandpa Xiang, Grandpa Bai and us to eat for a while." Leng You pointed to the grains and showed them to Wen Jiuyue.
"All flour and rice? Oh my God! So much? Where did you get so much money? It must be Xiaotian who paid for it!" Wen Jiuyue felt that she had never bought so much fine grains in her life and was shocked again.
“We sold a ginseng and got 900 yuan.
My brother paid for the rice.
Brother, I'll return your twenty dollars."
Leng You took out all the money she had on her body, and spent nine yuan on noodles, leaving eight hundred and ninety-one yuan. She took out two ten-yuan bills and handed them to Xiang Wentian.
"I want to eat too." Xiang Wentian looked unhappy.
Leng You and he had calculated everything so clearly that he felt extremely uncomfortable.
"I have so much money now, and so many ginsengs." Leng You's implication is that you are not as rich as me.
"I have money, I don't need it." Xiang Wentian's expression did not ease.
"How about this! There are still many medicinal herbs in the valley, and we can split the money from selling them equally." Leng You finally came up with an idea.
Although those medicinal herbs are not as valuable as ginseng, there are many rare varieties, and if they are sold, they will definitely bring in a considerable amount of income.
"Okay." Seeing Leng You frowning, Xiang Wentian had no choice but to nod, knowing that if he didn't agree, the little guy would be angry and ignore him.
Wen Jiuyue: “…”
She was shocked again. She had never seen so much money in her life.
"Grandma Wen, please keep this 500 yuan. When I earn more money, we can build a new house.
I will give Grandpa Xiang and the others two hundred yuan so that they can buy some of the things they need.
My brother and I will go to the county town tomorrow to buy some more things for the rest."
Leng You distributed the money calmly.
Xiang Wentian looked at Leng You with a smile in his eyes. The little guy kept refreshing his understanding of what was normal for an eight-year-old child. He even doubted more than once, is this really an eight-year-old child?
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