Zhang Caihong squatted by the roadside waiting. She had done her research and found that in the past few days, someone from the Song family would always pass by here on a bicycle.
Sure enough, not long after, she saw Song Wen coming here on a bicycle carrying a large bamboo basket.
"Song Wen!" Zhang Caihong stood up happily and waved to him.
But at this moment, the car suddenly accelerated and rushed towards her.
Zhang Caihong was stunned.
The bicycle was coming at a high speed and was about to hit her.
Finally, it twisted in a direction.
Zhang Caihong patted her chest and said that it was impossible for Song Wen to hit her.
But before she could be happy, Song Wen rode away on his bike.
It turned out to be a feint and he took the opportunity to run away.
Zhang Caihong gnashed her teeth and said, "Song Wen! Stop right there!"
The roar dissipated in every corner of the village with the morning wind.
Song Ruan couldn't help but yawn while walking on the road.
She was exhausted these past few nights. She had to follow Yang Bin to store the stockpiled supplies into the space, and she also had to work in the space. It was really tiring.
However, when she saw the supplies in the space piling up more and more on the open space, she felt it was worth it.
"Song Xiaomei, what's in your little jar?" An aunt was met on the road, and she looked at the small jar in Song Ruan's arms with curiosity.
"Nothing much, just some food."
"So it's for eating, why do you use such a small jar to pickle it?"
"yes."
Song Ruan exchanged greetings with the aunties in the village for a while and then continued walking.
What’s in the small jar is actually not the common pickled vegetables, but jar meat.
Fresh pork is difficult to preserve. Some people have to go to the black market to buy some, but can only eat it for a few days at most.
But jar meat is different. It can be preserved for several months, so selling pork in this form should be very popular during the famine.
So recently Yang Bin and Lao San and others went to order a batch of small jars to make jar meat and sell it in the future.
Therefore, these days, Lao San’s black market shop no longer sells pork and grain, but only sells some daily necessities or some scarce goods that have been purchased.
Not only that, the money earned will also be used to buy food bit by bit in other towns.
Song Ruan carried the small jar all the way to her home. When she was almost at the door, she saw Zhang Caihong dragging the village chief hurriedly, also towards her home.
Song Ruan frowned and closed the gate of her house as she walked into the yard.
Although she didn't know what Zhang Caihong wanted to do, Song Ruan still put all the eye-catching things in the house into the space.
While she was packing, there was a loud knock on the door. Song Ruan ignored it and continued packing.
When Zhang Caihong knocked on the door, Song Wu and Song Wen, who were working in the new house next door, immediately stopped what they were doing and ran over. ..
"Village Chief, what are you and Zhang Caihong doing? Are you trying to tear down my door?"
Song Wu frowned and spoke ill of the man. If it weren't for the village chief, he would have chased the man away immediately.
"..." The village chief was in the wrong. He didn't know what had happened. He was walking on the road when he was pulled over by Song Jin's wife.
"It was Song Jin's wife. I hadn't even heard what she was saying about selling things when she was pulled over."
It's really fierce. This woman doesn't even know how to avoid suspicion and just keeps pulling and tugging.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Caihong. Zhang Caihong was not afraid and puffed out her chest.
"Hmph, don't even think about hiding. You guys in the Song family are involved in profiteering and selling things, so you all should be arrested."
Although Zhang Caihong had no evidence, it must be said that she did reveal the truth.
Song Wu was flustered for a moment.
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