When Zhang Youwang saw that the person who came was Meng Shuyun, who was accompanied by two young girls, he couldn't help but think to himself, "What a big mouth she has!"
"Where did this little girl come from? And who are you? You just fire me like that."
The man driving quickly shoved the cigarette back into Zhang Youwang's hand and walked toward Zhang Miaomiao with a big smile on his face.
"Miss, how could that be? We already discussed it yesterday, and we were going to help Aunt Meng transport grain. He just tried to force the things on me, and I really didn't agree."
Meng Shuyun smiled slightly, looking at Zhang Youwang's gloomy face, feeling very pleased. "Are you going to buy this grain or not? If you don't, then I won't be polite."
Zhang Youwang stood there speechless, while the grain station chief was caught in the middle, looking caught in a dilemma.
The truck has arrived, and everyone is here, but should we accept the grain? The grain has already been packed and is ready to be loaded onto the truck.
The station manager asked Zhang Youwang, "Where's your car? Didn't we agree on this yesterday? Are you going to take it or not?"
Meng Shuyun smiled and stepped forward to offer a cigarette: "Stationmaster, the grain is already packed in sacks. If he doesn't want it, I will. Besides, I can decide to give him an extra cent."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Youwang's eyes widened in anger, and he pointed at Meng Shuyun, shouting, "If I can't take the grain I agreed on, you can't either!"
And what gives you the right to raise prices?
"You can't dictate the prices set by the supply and marketing cooperative. Can you afford to suffer this loss?"
"Isn't this the price quoted by the supply and marketing cooperative?"
Meng Shuyun stared sharply at the somewhat flustered Zhang Youwang, took a step forward, and asked, "Wasn't it you who deliberately tried to lower the price to skim some profit?"
The stationmaster was so angry that he slapped his thigh and pointed at Zhang Youwang, cursing, "You bastard Zhang Youwang! I trusted you so much, and you actually tried to embezzle our farmers' hard-earned money. You're heartless! I won't sell you my grain."
Zhang Youwang was driven away, and the truck was weighed and driven into the grain warehouse.
Meng Shuyun held a grain skewer (a thin, long tool with a groove in the middle) and stuck it into the grain bag. When she pulled it out, she saw that the grains of millet were golden, plump, and dry.
After random inspection, no problems were found, and the moving work proceeded smoothly.
Meng Shuyun was extremely busy, loading truck after truck with grain. By the time it arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative's warehouse, it was already past four in the afternoon.
Zhang Youjin stared at the endless stream of grain carts, his face extremely grim. Beside him, Zhang Youwang led a donkey cart with several sacks of grain pulled behind it.
Unwilling to give up, Zhang Youwang transported all the grain his family had stored for the winter over, thinking it was better than having no harvest at all.
Su Xiulan stroked her belly, watching the grain harvest process with disbelief in her eyes. Her mother had actually managed to harvest all the grain, and in such large quantities!
There were a full 200,000 jin (100 tons). The higher-ups were very satisfied when they saw it. They patted Su Xiulan on the shoulder and said with satisfaction, "Xiulan is indeed a capable comrade. She has exceeded the target and deserves to be commended. Women really can hold up half the sky. I was right to choose her."
Meng Shuyun got her deposit back, and Su Xiulan would handle the rest.
She looked at Zhang Miaomiao and said with a smile, "Miaomiao, you've worked so hard all day running around with us. We'll fill up the gas tank in a bit, and I'll treat you to a meal before taking you home."
Zhang Miaomiao held Meng Shuyun's hand, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Auntie, I don't know what I would have done today if it weren't for you. Thank goodness you were here. Come home with me, my dad will thank you properly."
Meng Shuyun shook her head and sighed, thinking that if it weren't for her motorcycle's help today, her legs probably wouldn't have been able to take it by bicycle alone.
"No need to go back, it's no trouble at all. Meeting you means we're destined to meet. You've already helped me a lot by lending me your car today."
Li Dashun suddenly stepped forward, tugged at Meng Shuyun's sleeve, and whispered, "Mother, Miaomiao is my eldest son's daughter. My eldest son also wants to find an opportunity to see you. Why don't you go?"
Meng Shuyun was taken aback. Her older brother wanted to see an old woman like her?
"Alright, I'll go then. Have you found the sewing machine?"
“Found it, it’s 230 yuan a unit. I bought it a year ago, and they haven’t moved out yet because of the divorce and the division of property.” Li Dashun said, scratching the back of his head.
Meng Shuyun nodded in agreement. The sewing machine was only a little over a year old and still very new. Getting it for 230 yuan was a steal. If she had bought a new one, it would have cost at least 400 or 500 yuan without a receipt.
Just as the three were about to set off, a shout came from behind them.
"Mother, Third Sister, wait a minute." Su Xiulan walked over quickly, supporting her pregnant belly, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling.
Meng Shuyun stopped and turned around. Su Xiulan grabbed her hand, her tone somewhat urgent.
"Mom, I exceeded the target this time, so the boss is going to promote me, give me a raise, and even give me a 100 yuan bonus."
As she spoke, Su Xiulan stuffed a hundred yuan into Meng Shuyun's pocket. "Mom, thank you. Jianguo was beaten by someone yesterday and is in the hospital. I have to go and bring him food, so I'll go now. I'll come home to see you another day."
When Ye Jianguo was mentioned, Meng Shuyun and Su Xiuju exchanged a glance and tacitly fell silent.
Su Xiuju looked down at her toes, managing to suppress a cold laugh.
Hmph, serves that beast right! Daring to keep a mistress outside and steal my second sister's money.
Zhang Family Villa, Zhang Zhenhui's Study.
Zhang Zhenhui thought Meng Shuyun, who came in through the door, was an old lady in her seventies or eighties, but he didn't expect her to be so young.
How did you know this was contraband?
As he spoke, a package appeared on his desk.
Meng Shuyun understood why he had called her here, and casually explained, "I remembered it after just one encounter."
Zhang Zhenhui's sharp gaze fell on Meng Shuyun, but he couldn't see anything amiss. He suddenly burst out laughing.
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