This kid is really omnipresent.
"Okay, I'll ask for you then." Song Yuehua said, "Can you buy another batch of food for me?"
"Food?" Zhang Dandan asked, "Have you finished eating all the food I sold you last time?"
Song Yuehua did not hide the truth from him and said, "I heard news outside that the King of Dai is dead. The world is going to be in chaos. I am also afraid of any unexpected events."
"In that case," Zhang Dandan asked, "do you need anything else?"
In this case, it wouldn't hurt to buy more other consumables now, so I went back to the house and made a list.
In addition to rice, salt, sugar, kerosene, vinegar, wine, sauce, tea, cloth, and medicinal materials, you can stock up on all of these things.
After giving the order to Zhang Dandan, Song Yuehua also gave him a 50-liang silver note, "This is a deposit, you can use it to purchase goods."
"Okay, Sister Song, are you sure that the king is dead?"
"Sure."
Zhang Dandan still had to go to the South Courtyard. He took the list and the banknotes, said hello to Xiaoyu and Dabao, and ran away.
Xiaoyu asked, "Sister Song, aren't Master Duan and Ji Ming coming back yet?"
"Maybe he was delayed by something." Song Yuehua said.
Logically speaking, after six months of exile, plus the return journey by carriage, it would be about time for him to return in September.
However, it was a rare opportunity to run such a long distance, and given Ji Ming's personality, he would definitely not make a wasted trip.
If it is delayed any further, it might be two months later.
That night, Zhang Daniu and Zhang Erniu also came to see Song Yuehua.
They came to borrow the drying yard, the stone playground at the school, and the playground in the compound.
"Go ahead and dry the rice. I'll tell the school and the compound about it," said Song Yuehua.
Zhang Erniu thanked him immediately, and Zhang Daniu smiled and asked, "Daya, do you want more pounded rice this year?"
"Yes, you guys pound the rice and I'll take the rest." Song Yuehua said.
Zhang Daniu added, "We will still buy it at the previous price. No matter how much the refined rice price has increased now, we will not follow that."
At that time, white rice cost 40 wen per pound, and now the price is about 45 wen.
Song Yuehua was not polite about the Zhang family's kindness and said with a smile, "Thank you Uncle Da Niu and Uncle Er Niu."
“It should be.”
Zhang Daniu chuckled.
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