"Sister Shuning, my mother is going to apply manure to the fields of green vegetables, carrots and water spinach tonight. If you want to pick them, go and get them now. You can't eat them for a week after applying manure." Goudan's hands were sticky, covered with pig grass juice.
"Okay, I'll go pick some radishes." He Zhuzhu's vegetable garden has more than just those three kinds of vegetables, so even if they don't eat them for the next week, they don't have to worry about having no vegetables to eat.
Stewed pork ribs with radish is perfect for this weather, but it’s a pity that the growth cycle of the chickens raised in the space is not a week.
The rapeseed oil squeezed from pure natural rapeseed is particularly fragrant, especially when cooking meat dishes.
However, rapeseed oil has too strong a smell, and using it to stir-fry vegetables will affect the aroma of the vegetables themselves. Therefore, when stir-frying vegetables, Wang Shuning usually uses soybean oil.
There are quite a few plastic bottles placed in the corner of the wooden house. The rapeseed oil is dark yellow-black in color, and it looks very pure at first glance.
Soybean oil is golden yellow and you can see through it at a glance without any impurities.
The last time he went to the black market in town, he made a total of 75 yuan. With the money given by Song's mother, Wang Shuning now has less than 200 yuan left, and his tickets are almost used up.
People living in the town don’t have many tickets, so if they want to get some, they have to go to the county.
The next day, there were ten carts in the village, with two ox carts in the front. The carts were loaded with twice as much grain as the ox carts.
According to team leader He Daniu, cows are the collective property of the village and are used for plowing. They are relatively precious. If they pull too many cows and get injured, the loss will be too great. There are many people in the village, so they can just put the cows on a cart and let the villagers push it.
Wang Shuning remained silent about this. It was not strange to treat people like cattle. If there was a tractor or a truck, not to mention ten carts, even if there were twice as many, it could be towed away in one truck.
As there are limited carts in the village, they have to make two trips today and another trip tomorrow morning to complete the transportation.
The cart that Wang Shuning was in charge of was the third one in the front, and the captain of the first production team, He Daniu, was walking in front.
The village chief, accountant, and captains of two production teams all came to deliver the grain this time, leaving the scorer and the captain of the third production team to stay in the village.
Wang Shuning put his hands on the sack and bent over. It hadn't rained in the past few days and the ground was relatively dry. If he exerted too much force, his feet would slip at any time.
Zhang Meili's cheeks flushed and her nostrils dilated when she breathed.
"This cart weighs 2,000 kilograms, and there are only five of us pushing it. We are going to be exhausted to death." Zhang Meili panted and her voice was a little hoarse.
He Chunxi looked at the two female educated youth on his left and right and shook his head helplessly, "We know that you educated youth are weak and easy to fall behind, so we arranged you to be in the front. Otherwise, the convoy in front would have reached the town, and you would still be left behind halfway." This has happened before.
Wang Shuning's forehead was slightly sweaty. Only twenty minutes had passed. It would take an hour to walk to the town. At the current speed of pushing the cart, it would definitely take longer.
Fortunately, I had a full breakfast, otherwise I would have been starving halfway through the journey.
Village chief He Haiming looked at the convoy that had cut in at the intersection ahead. It was the grain transport convoy from the neighboring Zhongzhou Village. This time, another convoy had fallen behind. He turned around and shouted to the team, "Let's speed up, otherwise we don't know how long we'll have to wait in line when we get to town."
There are many villages that have to deliver grain today. The town government has to weigh each bag of grain and open the sacks to check the quality of the rice, which is very time-consuming. If I can't go back to transport the next batch at noon today, tomorrow's task will become heavier. If I have to transport a batch tomorrow, I will have to transport it again the day after tomorrow, which will waste a day.
The friction of Wang Shuning's shoes was not enough and he kept slipping. When He Haiming urged him, he could clearly feel the distance between them and the carts behind was getting closer. If they didn't speed up, they would definitely be criticized for being slow and holding everyone back.
He Chunxi saw that Wang Shuning and Zhang Meili were sweating profusely, and he could not let them stay at the back any longer. The three people at the back were the main force with strength, and the two girls could not push them.
"Come here, two of you, go to the side and hold on and push hard, don't let the sack fall down." He Chunxi stopped and shouted to both sides.
The two young men who were pushing hard on the left and right sides immediately let go and came to the back to take over Wang Shuning and Zhang Meili's positions.
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Just as we were about to enter the town, the road ahead was blocked.
The village chief took off his hat and went forward to check the situation, only to find that the road from the town entrance to the town government grain station was completely blocked and everyone was queuing.
He Haiming's face was full of annoyance. They might not get their turn unless they queued for two or three hours. If the progress was slow, they would probably have to wait until the afternoon.
There are more than a hundred people in Dafeng Village’s grain transport team. If they can’t return by noon, they can only wait with empty stomachs.
When He Haiming came back and told them the situation, everyone's faces looked a little annoyed. Waiting for several hours under the scorching sun was a waste of time even if the weather was not hot.
But the team might move forward at any time, and they couldn't move.
Wang Shuning leaned on a cart filled with sacks, staring blankly at the black and gray rice fields on the side of the road. It would take two or three hours to queue up to play the ride in the amusement park. Now she just didn't have a cell phone to play with. After pushing the cart for so long, she was already tired.
Zhang Meili was chatting with He Chunxi and the others, laughing heartily from time to time. With her personality, she could strike up a conversation with anyone as long as the topic was not offensive.
The black hair on top of his head was the first to be heated by the sun. As there was no wind today, Wang Shuning closed his eyes and felt sleepy.
I don't know how many minutes passed, He Daniu shouted down the team: "Follow up, move forward."
It was estimated that one village had handed in its information and the queue began to move forward. After about two or three minutes, the queue of Dafeng Village moved forward about two hundred meters. Wang Shuning and his team were at the front and finally entered the town.
There were deserted shops on the roadside, but we had not yet reached the center of the market.
Zhang Meili saw Wang Shuning yawning, walked up to her and said, "You just talk too little. Chatting is the best way to kill time. It's much easier than working." As long as you move your mouth, it doesn't take any effort at all.
"I'm a little sleepy. I'll take a nap." Wang Shuning was not interested at all. Chatting with people requires thinking, and dealing with people is mentally exhausting and more tiring than physical work. It's better to close your eyes and sleep.
Zhang Meili did not bother them anymore and turned around to continue talking to other people. One of the two young men in the same car with them was called He Qianghai. Like Zhang Meili, he was very talkative.
Bring up any topic and the two of them can talk for thirty or forty sentences, and since He Chunxi is older, they can't stop chatting.
"What are you doing? Can't you see we are queuing? How dare you cut in line?" The village chief was furious and pointed at the grain transport convoy from Guixi Village that was trying to force its way in with its ox carts and asked loudly.
Hearing the sound, He Xianfeng, the captain of the second production team, suddenly ran forward from behind. A gust of wind blew past Wang Shuning. As soon as he opened his eyes, the conflict in front became fierce.
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