After buying the books, Xiao Jiahua had no time to eat dinner.
As she walked back, she ate the dry food she brought from home in the morning to fill her stomach.
Passing by the alley, she ran into an old lady who was carrying a basket and looking around nervously.
The old woman was very thin, and had been wearing an old cotton-padded jacket, a wrapped head, and bound feet.
Judging from the way she's dressed, she's most likely a farmer from the suburbs.
As if he had judged that Xiao Jiahua looked kind, the old man lifted the wool on the basket and spoke tremblingly.
"Girl, do you want it?"
She asked in a low voice, her two little feet still shaking restlessly, as if she was ready to be rejected at any time.
Xiao Jiahua took a look at the bamboo basket, which was full of mountain products and snacks, including almonds, pine nuts, beef jerky and so on.
Speculation and profiteering are not allowed these days, and Xiao Jiahua does not want to get himself into trouble.
She doesn't like snacks, but it's not easy for the old lady in such a cold day. Exchange two kilograms of rice for it, to do good deeds, and also to satisfy Xiao Dabao and Xiao Shitou's cravings.
The old lady had been waiting for the whole morning, and when she heard that Xiao Jiahua was willing, she felt as if she had been blessed by God.
She rubbed her red, dry hands. In order to save time, she did not dare to weigh the quantity, but packed it based on her feeling, just enough, no less.
At this time, Xiao Jiahua looked up and unexpectedly discovered that there was a post office across the street?
She changed her mind.
Maybe someone needs to be "rewarded" too.
"Auntie, please pack them all for me. I want to send them to my husband."
In Xiao Jiahua's arms was the letter he had written to Bai Keyan last night.
Warm, with her body temperature.
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Xiao Jiahua returned to the supply and marketing cooperative, and together with Liang Gaofeng and Manager Xu, assisted the driver in inspecting and loading the goods.
At around three or four in the afternoon, a Dongfeng old military cap truck was finally filled to the brim.
In front of the car, the secretary had thoughtfully tied a festive big red rose with red silk cloth.
It's time to go.
Although Manager Xu was reserved about Xiao Jiahua's ability, he still respected the "ladies first" principle and reserved the passenger seat for her. He and Liang Gaofeng squeezed into the back carriage.
"Be safe on the road, I'm waiting for your good news!"
Wang Zhanfa and several secretaries and assistants waved goodbye to them.
Xiao Jiahua rolled down the window and responded loudly: "Manager Wang, rest assured, we will sell it as soon as possible and return the money to you as soon as possible!"
The whistle sounded heroically and proudly, and the group of four drove away from the company compound.
The yellow soil was flying everywhere, but the driver drove the truck very steadily.
The closer he got to his hometown, the more anxious Xiao Jiahua became.
Although, she was very clear that the supply and marketing cooperatives, as a disguised retail terminal, catered to the people's growing material and cultural needs, and were standing at the forefront of the trend, so they had no worries about sales.
In the tide of the times, everyone is just a grain of sand. She can't change anything, she just wants to do her best to improve her life and the lives of those around her.
"Comrade, are we on the right path?"
Master Liu pointed to the village entrance ahead, interrupting Xiao Jiahua's thoughts. “Why are there so many people?”
Wow, Xiao Jiahua came to his senses instantly after seeing it.
The village head, the party secretary, men, women, young and old, all stood at the entrance of the village and waved at them.
"Xiaoxiao, you're back. What did you buy? We can help you!"
"Xiaoxiao, when will our village's supply and marketing cooperative open for business?"
Amidst the anticipation of the crowd, suona and drums also began to play.
Behind these villagers and craftsmen, there are handwritten welcome banners held high.
How to describe it?
The gongs and drums were blaring, the firecrackers were blasting, the red flags were waving, and there were huge crowds of people...
Xiao Jiahua finally understood what Aunt Baiyun felt back then.
She suddenly felt under great pressure.
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