Zhou Yian kept laughing all the way, and Song Songbai felt a little helpless.
Is it that funny?
Really!
He is not a god, so of course he needs to eat, drink, defecate and urinate.
Yes, there are seven emotions and six desires.
There is also a department store in the county, but the variety of goods may be a little scarce.
Lock your bike.
Zhou Yian took out the shopping list he had written yesterday from his pocket. After yesterday's failure to get what he wanted, Zhou Yian decided to learn from his mistakes.
I feel that my previous stockpiling method of buying whatever I see is not targeted enough, so I thought hard and wrote a list last night.
Let’s go.
The first is the pot. Even if the two of them don’t need a big pot to cook, Zhou Yian still needs to boil water for taking a bath.
So a big pot is essential.
The pot is actually not expensive, only 4.9 yuan, and it only requires five industrial coupons.
An industrial voucher costs more than one dollar on the black market. One pot requires five industrial vouchers, which adds up to more than ten dollars. It is actually not cheap at all.
Money is not a problem, but Zhou Yian does not have much industrial vouchers. However, with the financial support of Song Songbai,
Successfully took the big pot.
I bought a big pot and can also use the stove for daily cooking. I have one in each room and it is also very delicious with a ceramic pot.
After buying a pot, you also need to buy a kitchen knife and a spatula. Iron ones require industrial coupons, as well as a cutting board, but you can buy a cutting board at Uncle Li's house.
A kettle is also necessary, one for each person. Bowls, plates, chopsticks, and other kitchen utensils are also necessary.
Song Songbai didn't say much. He told people to buy whatever they wanted and even helped them pick up the goods.
Zhou Yian was a little excited about shopping.
Oh, and there are also washbasins. Buy him two, one for washing his face and one for washing his feet.
There are also oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, rice, and flour. Although Zhou Yian has all of them in his space, they cannot appear out of thin air.
There are so many things here and there, so it's not an exaggeration to say that a broken house is worth a fortune. It feels like there's not much, but it's hard to buy more.
All the sundries were packed in sacks and hung on the front of the car.
I looked at my watch and it was already past eleven o'clock, so I went to the state-owned restaurant.
I have to go to work tomorrow.
Even before the guillotine, you have to eat a full meal.
The braised pork in this state-owned restaurant is not as authentic as the one in Beijing.
Zhou Yian only ate half of the rice.
If you can’t eat anymore, just pack it up and take it back. We can’t waste food in this day and age.
She watched Song Songbai finish a bowl of rice quickly and elegantly.
His eyes rolled around, and he looked up with a malicious look, "Song Zhiqing, have you had enough to eat?"
Song Songbai raised his eyes and looked at her steadily, his eyes sharp, as if he could see through all her evil thoughts.
Zhou Yian was stunned and a little embarrassed by the look. However, Song Songbai's indulgence towards her in the past two days made her more and more courageous towards Song Songbai.
She wasn't afraid at all, and smiled with concern, "What's wrong? I'm just worried that you won't have enough to eat."
Song Songbai still didn't say anything. He took the remaining rice from her and started eating it with his head covered.
Zhou Yian laughed secretly. It was a good feeling to be seen through but still indulged.
"La la la," Zhou Yian hummed as he walked to the post office. "I'm a newspaper vendor..."
Song Songbai, whose ears were filled with the devilish sound, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't expect that Zhou Yian, who was small, had a cute face and a nice voice, could sing so badly.
He interrupted her, "Do you take so much pleasure in teasing me?"
"No way," Zhou Yian was unconvinced, "I'm not teasing you."
"Okay, okay, if there's no such thing then there's no such thing." Song Songbai breathed a sigh of relief and finally stopped singing.
"Hmph," Zhou Yian was still a little bit grumpy and rushed to the post office.
Back in the countryside, things settled down. For the sake of those two gold bricks, she wrote two pages last night, mostly complaining, with a small portion thanking Zhou's father.
Sincerely, thanks.
I hope Father Zhou will give her some more money, considering her plight.
Song Songbai also went into the post office and took out a very large package that he had sent before going to the countryside.
Hang it on the crossbar of the bike.
Zhou Yian still sat in the back seat.
The 28-inch bicycle had to endure things that it shouldn't have to endure at such a young age.
It’s worth renting it for 50 cents per time.
Zhou Yian is a frugal householder.
On the way back, Song Songbai's cycling speed was obviously much slower, perhaps because of the large number of packages or for some other reason.
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