Without much thought, Ruan Tang nodded subconsciously: "Ah, right, put them together."
As she spoke, she reached into her crossbody bag and, using the cloth bag as cover, took out three brand-new large pockets from inside.
Yan Yu's eyes lit up instantly. He practically snatched the bags from Ruan Tang's hands and expertly opened them.
As he carefully caught the food, making sure not a single grain spilled, his heart began to pound uncontrollably.
really!
She also wants to live her own life!
Their food should be kept together!
At that moment, Ruan Tang was completely unaware of the turbulent emotions in the man's eyes; she was rapidly calculating in her mind.
The spiritual rice, vegetables, and fruits in his own space were piled up like mountains, and the crops in that spiritual field must also be growing well.
I have no shortage of food.
These thirty catties of resettlement grain can all be given to Yan Yu later.
Yan Yu packed up all the grain for the resettlement, weighed it in his hand, and silently calculated his own appetite.
The little girl ate as little as a cat, but he had to make sure she ate the best.
Although I have countless resources in my own space, how can the refined rice and flour I collected in the apocalypse compare to the pure, natural, and pollution-free grains of this era?
His space was peculiar; the land was barren, and nothing could be grown except for a few strange fruit trees.
But that ocean was incredibly abundant in resources; the fish, shrimp, crabs, and shellfish there were not only delicious but also beneficial to one's superpowers.
The thought only flashed through Yan Yu's mind for a moment before he made his decision.
He looked up at the old Party Secretary and said in a steady tone, "Secretary Chen, I would like to buy some more grain."
Chen Zhangmin raised his eyelids slightly and corrected him, "Why call me Secretary? Just call me Fifth Grandfather. How much are you planning to buy?"
"Fifth Grandfather, I want fifty catties of rice and fifty catties of wheat flour."
This number is exactly the maximum quantity that educated youth can purchase, as determined by the village officials in their meeting last night.
Chen Zhangmin nodded, said nothing more, turned around and carried out two more bags of grain, weighed them, and quoted a price.
Yan Yu didn't even haggle over the price; he simply paid the money without hesitation.
In no time, five or six bulging sacks were piled on the ground, plus the two of them carrying heavy luggage, making the amount of stuff frightening.
Chen Zhangmin tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe again and pointed to a cart in the corner.
"Use that one."
Yan Yu thanked him, strode over, and pushed the cart next to the grain.
He turned to the side, blocking Ruan Tang's outstretched hand that was about to help.
Then, one person quickly stacked all the luggage and food, piece by piece, onto the cart.
The mountain of goods was piled up neatly and steadily by him.
Once everything was settled, he turned around, his gaze landing precisely on Ruan Tang's slightly tired face, his tone as natural as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.
"Tangtang, sit down."
He paused, lowered his voice even further, and added a touch of irresistible tenderness.
"Take a break."
That voice, that address...
Ruan Tang's cheeks suddenly burned hot.
She glanced instinctively at the old Party Secretary next to her, who was smoking a pipe and watching the show with great interest, and felt both angry and annoyed.
That scoundrel! He dares to spout nonsense in front of his elders!
"...No need!" she retorted softly, her neck stiff. "I can walk!"
Seeing the little girl's pouty expression, a faint smile flickered in Yan Yu's deep eyes, and he didn't insist any further. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)
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