The person who spoke had a loud voice and Chunni could hear it clearly.
Chunni's mother said with a sullen face, "Whatever you give is a token of my daughter's son-in-law's love. It's better than that guy who keeps stalking my daughter all day and scares her so much that she doesn't dare to visit her parents all year round."
There were two families watching who were not doing well. They were always thinking about helping the girl, and even asking her for money for their son's wedding. Chunni's mother looked down on them, thinking that she had hands and feet but didn't work hard, making it difficult for her daughter to live in her husband's family. Yet they still came to watch the fun at their family's house.
"If he hadn't been the team leader for a few years, how could he be better than us? Ha." Chunni's father is no longer the team leader, so he is not polite to others when speaking to him.
"Mom, don't bother with those angry people. Look what I brought you." Chunni opened the thick straw curtain covering the four-wheeled cart.
"Mom and Dad, these are the vegetables grown in our greenhouse. They are more expensive than meat in the city's supply and marketing department, and they are still in short supply." Chunni carried down a basket of fresh vegetables, including leeks, peppers, cucumbers, tomatoes...
"Oh, why do you bring so many of these precious things? Your father and I just eat cabbage and potatoes. It would be better to keep them and sell them for money," Chunni's mother said with concern.
"Hurry up and take it in, otherwise it will freeze." Chunni's father was very happy to see that his daughter's greenhouse was really a success.
Everyone looking over here took a few steps forward and got closer to take a look at the basket of fresh vegetables. They were so tired of eating them in the summer, but in the winter, they couldn't help but drool when they saw them.
"Poor vegetables can be used as gifts. Maybe they can't be sold anymore, so they are given to the mother's family as gifts," someone said in a low voice.
"More expensive than meat? Who would believe that? Meat is so delicious. Who wants to eat these lousy vegetables?"
Chunni picked up a big pork leg and said, "Some people are like water. They are useless even if they are opened. They are blind when looking at the sky with their bare butts. People in the city eat meat every day, just like you. They can't smell any oil in half a year, but don't they think meat is the most delicious in the world? Our vegetables are not enough to sell even if we supply them. If you are not trustworthy, you should get up early and take a look. You will be envied to death."
"Hey, all the lice in your house have double eyelids, and all the lice are on your belly buttons. I'll take a look tomorrow. Do you really think no one has told you this?"
Chunni handed the big pork leg to Lao Er and said, "Then you have to take a good look at it. Come and promote our village. After all, we are now the richest village in the whole area."
Those people stared at the big pig legs with envy and curled their lips. They would never believe that vegetables could be sold at the price of meat.
Chunni's mother smiled and narrowed her eyes. "Your father and I will have to eat so much meat. How can I be so lucky? Some families can't even eat a pound of meat during the Chinese New Year, but my daughter can get dozens of pounds at a time."
"Mom, there's some mutton here. I'll make a pot for you later." Chunni picked up more than ten pounds of mutton, held it up for those people to see clearly, and then handed it to Chunni's mother.
"Dad, I bought you Moutai. You've always been thinking about it, right? And this Xifeng, you can keep it for drinking normally." Chunni showed Moutai Xifeng again.
"Oh, here are two silver cigarettes."
The eyes of those who watched it turned red. How much is a bottle of Moutai? Can a peasant drink it? It's like a cow chewing oysters, how can you taste it?
Chunni's father was holding cigarettes and alcohol, and was so happy that his forehead wrinkles were about to appear. "Girl, you are just wasting money. I'm going into the house quickly. Don't let this good wine get frozen."
Chunni jumped off the four-wheeler carrying two bottles of malted milk and a lot of candies and pastries. "These are snacks for my mother. Last year, I bought two bottles of Xifeng for my father and I felt bad. Who would have thought that life would be better this year?"
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