Cartloads of grain came into the county town from outside, circulated in the granary, and then left the city again, heading in three different directions.
In the county town, Meicun, Zhaojiacun, and Chenjiacun, there were yamen runners distributing food in every place.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner.
Xiao Yunze worked with them to unpack all the food and was busy for the whole morning. Now, looking at the happy smiles on the faces of the people after receiving the food, he felt that everything was worth it.
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When Song Tingwan woke up, it was almost three o'clock. The store was clean and all the goods piled up yesterday had been cleared out.
I've been slumped over the counter all night and now my whole body aches. No matter how I stretch my legs and arms, I can't get relief.
Song Tingwan pounded his shoulders and neck in frustration. If he had known earlier, he would have held on until Xiao Yunze moved all his things out before climbing into bed.
After taking a shower and packing up briefly, Song Tingwan went out. She still had to contact a truck driver to haul the goods tonight. Before that, she had to hurry to the supermarket to buy some oil and salt.
It was during her chat with Xiao Yunze last night that she noticed that in their dynasty, oil and salt were very precious items, with very low production. Ordinary people's families would use less than a pound of oil and salt throughout the year.
"Hello." Song Tingwan stood in front of a large shelf filled with various oils. Pointing at a type of rapeseed oil, she asked the salesperson, "I want 8,000 bottles of this 2.5-liter can of rapeseed oil. Do you have that much?"
The sales assistant was a smart young girl. Seeing that Song Tingwan looked like she was here to buy wholesale, she immediately smiled and led her to the manager's office.
Song Tingwan glanced at the badge on her chest. He Yan, that sounds pretty good.
He Yan said as she walked, "Miss, this is the largest supermarket in Sifang City. If you need such a large quantity of goods, just come to our warehouse.
Song Tingwan nodded politely, "How far is the manager's office?"
"It's just in front, go in through that door..." He Yan suddenly paused, looked in the direction of the shelf on the left, and stopped.
Noticing the tall and thin figure next to the shelf, Song Tingwan stopped as well, not knowing why.
He Yan suddenly turned sideways, covering her red face with her hands, and looked at Song Tingwan excitedly, trying to lower her voice, "Sister! Do you know who he is?"
"I don't know him." Song Tingwan raised his eyebrows. Judging from this reaction, could it be that he met someone he liked?
The next second, as if hearing some movement, the man turned his head, revealing his clear facial features.
The moment he saw the face of the person opposite him clearly, Song Tingwan's pupils dilated slightly.
Is it him?
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