Before noon the next day, Zhang Yuejin delivered the things Feng Qingxue wanted to buy to her doorstep, with more than ten yuan left.

"Cousin, count the money. There are still twelve dollars and sixty-seven cents left. Check to see if you missed anything."

Feng Qingxue knew at a glance that not only were there no missing items, but there were more. She was very satisfied with Zhang Yuejin's behavior and said, "Nothing was missing, nothing was missing. How come I saw more things?"

Zhang Yuejin smiled and said, "I have some reputation in the grocery store, so I bought some discounted goods for my cousin."

He said he bought it for her, but in fact he had to pay the extra money out of his own pocket. He still remembered the favor of the twelve feet of cloth coupons.

Feng Qingxue understood what it meant to dispose of goods, as Wang Jiao had specifically explained it to her.

On the surface, it means that defective goods cannot be placed on the counter for sale, and even if they are sold, no receipts can be collected. In fact, the defects are limited, which may be packaging problems or quality problems. Whether there are defects or not is entirely up to the salesperson to decide.

"Thank you, cousin-in-law. Come in and have a glass of water. I'll go call my dad."

"No, no, Jiaojiao likes snacks, I bought two pounds of processed fried dough twists, I'll send them to her!"

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "My cousin's husband is so good to me. No wonder my cousin keeps talking about him in front of me every day. Then I won't keep him, lest my cousin knows that I'm preventing her from eating delicious food."

Zhang Yuejin waved his hand, climbed onto his bicycle, and rode away.

Feng Qingxue stood there for a moment, and said to the courtyard: "Ayu Tianzhi Xiaoyun, come out and help me carry my things!"

Before he finished speaking, three children came running out, smiling widely.

"Is this the food for the Mid-Autumn Festival? It tastes like egg cake and fried dough twist!" After the food was delivered to the house, several children asked in unison, licking their lips around the paper bag tied with a hemp rope on the table.

Feng Qingxue put the things into the cupboard one by one and teased them, "Yes, for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

At the end, I picked out the broken eggs and then opened the fruit package.

The so-called fruit is a round biscuit made of flour, eggs, sugar, melon seeds, sesame seeds and other ingredients. It is a thick piece, fragrant and sweet. Because it is very crispy, the shape is not so round and it is easy to fall apart. It was very precious in that era, but decades later in the 21st century, there are rich varieties of commodities. Except for people in rural areas who make and sell this biscuit, it is rarely seen in cities.

When she was purchasing supplies, she found that this unpackaged biscuit was high in calories, tasted good, and was cheap, only six yuan per pound. Other cakes and pastries were not expensive either. She bought out all the cakes from that shop for several days in a row.

She gave each of her children a piece and put the rest in the cupboard.

"I want to eat it. I'll buy it next time I have a chance."

Living alone in a room at night, Feng Qingxue began to sort out the supplies in the space, piling up all the food that could be found in this era on the periphery for easy access later, including cakes and pastries purchased at the country market.

There are many kinds of pastries, including biscuits, twisted dough sticks, sesame candies, peanut candies and the like.

The next day, she went back to her parents' home to give festival gifts. She took Feng Qingyun with her and only took four things: a pound of pork belly, a pound of moon cakes, a pound of egg cakes, and a pound of biscuits. Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng did not keep all of these four things. In the end, they only kept a pound of moon cakes and a pound of egg cakes, and gave the meat and biscuits to Feng Qingxue and her sister to take back.

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There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

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The prototype of Wang Jiao is a very blessed old lady in reality. Her parents died and she was raised by her sister who was a child bride. After she got married, the old man loved her very much. The old lady is almost eighty years old and has never done housework in her life, never taken care of his sons and grandchildren. She only cooked for herself until her husband passed away. She collects alimony from her son on time every year, and is full of envy and jealousy.