Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1111 80 Little Stutterer Pork Shop 6

Then I tidied up and headed out.

When Jiang Jianping finished tidying up the housework and prepared the two steamed sweet potatoes for breakfast, he saw his older sister return.

He was carrying a half-bag of wheat flour, a half-bag of cornmeal, a piece of beef, and two bunches of vegetables.

Jiang Jianping stared in disbelief.

I don't know what day it is today, or where his sister got all this stuff, especially the meat. These days, beef is hard to buy. If someone slaughters a carnivore, word gets out early and people start pre-ordering. People from the next village will come and wait for it.

The cow hasn't even been slaughtered yet, but everyone already knows which piece of meat belongs to whom; if you're late, you won't get a single hair.

Lingyao bought these things with money, of course.

Although beef is in high demand, it's not impossible to buy. You can buy anything on the black market, it's just expensive.

Moreover, the black market is not as heavily cracked down on as before, so the prices are not as high, but they are still very expensive for ordinary people.

The pound that Lingyao has is worth five yuan on the black market, but normally it's only two yuan per pound.

The things I bought today cost me almost fifteen yuan in total.

With these prices, my savings are only enough for a few purchases.

Lingyao divided the items into two halves using another bag and glanced at Jiang Jianping, who was staring in disbelief.

Do you know how to make beef dumplings?

Of course they could. Eight- or nine-year-old children in the village already help with cooking. The adults in the family have to go up the mountain to earn work points, so it's perfectly normal for the children to cook.

Besides, these days, so many families and people haven't eaten meat in ages. Even the slightest smell of oil is delicious, and it can't taste bad no matter how it's cooked.

Jiang Jianping nodded.

Lingyao told him to make beef and vegetable dumplings with these ingredients for lunch, and not to make sweet potato porridge or pickled vegetables.

Jiang Jianping nodded repeatedly, his mouth watering at the thought of having white flour dumplings, filled with beef, for lunch.

After giving Jiang Jianping her instructions, Lingyao took the other half of the items and went out.

Lingyao was still sighing as she walked down the street.

Normally, when people send gifts to the God of Wealth, they give watches worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, handmade leather shoes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, houses, cars, and islands.

Now, consumption has suddenly decreased; even if you give away two bags of flour and meat, you can only give away half of them.

No money.

No money.

No money.

Lingyao hinted for a long time, but seeing no reaction from Baofu, she directly revealed it.

"Why don't you lend me some money first, and I'll pay you back when the God of Wealth sends money to me?"

I almost laughed when I suddenly became rich. This host baby is quite good at calculating. I'll pay back the money I borrowed when I get rich!

It pretends not to hear, refusing to listen, while the host chants scriptures.

It wasn't fully light yet, but many people had already gotten up. As Lingyao carried her things across a river, she saw several women washing clothes by the river.

They watched her from afar without saying a word, after all, Jiang Lingyao had a well-known reputation.

I just wondered where this Jiang family girl was going with such a big bag so early in the morning.

When Lingyao came out, she deliberately used an opaque burlap sack to pack all these things together.

These days, there are many people who love gossip. Because of a shared consciousness, they also like to pry into other people's affairs, even discussing in detail which family ate something delicious that day.

So you have to be discreet when you eat something nice, otherwise if people find out, they'll dig up all your secrets.

Everything—where it came from, how it got there, and how much it was—had to be investigated.

Good people might ask a question and that's it; bad people, like those who were reported for capitalist practices a few years ago, are a different story.

Lingyao followed her memory and walked to Chen Ping'an's house.

Chen Ping'an's house was an old, dilapidated tile-roofed house. The house was small and run-down, but the courtyard outside was kept clean. There was a string strung between two trees with clean, half-dry clothes hanging on it.

Lingyao knocked on the door twice, and stopped when she heard someone inside say, "Who is it?" She waited for someone to open the door.

Chen Ping'an, who had just gotten up, saw Ling Yao standing at the door with an icy expression, like a god of death, as soon as he opened the door.

Startled, he trembled as he rubbed his eyes, and instinctively tried to slam the door shut.

I suspect that I opened the door incorrectly.

In fact, although Lingyao's expression was a bit cold, she wasn't that fierce at all. It was just that Chen Ping'an himself didn't have a good impression of Jiang Lingyao.

Therefore, I think of people as very fierce.

Lingyao reacted quickly and raised her hand to stop Chen Ping'an from closing the door.

He braced his fingers on the edge of the door and squeezed half of his shoulder inside.

Hearing the commotion outside, Old Mrs. Chen, who was already a light sleeper and had woken up earlier, shouted from inside the house to ask.

"Ping'er, who's here?"

Chen Ping'an didn't want Old Lady Chen to know that he was being entangled with Jiang Lingyao, this female bully, for fear that the old lady would worry.

So he replied, "Next door, my second brother is looking for me. He wants to borrow something."

After replying to Old Lady Chen, he looked at Ling Yao and lowered his voice.

You've been babbling on and on without uttering a single complete sentence.

Lingyao spoke first to explain.

"I'll apologize to you."

As she spoke, she handed the things she had been carrying all the way to Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an never expected that even though he hadn't taken any of her money yesterday and had run away so quickly, this person could still find her way back to his house.

What exactly is she trying to do?

"No, no need, you can take it back."

Although Chen Ping'an didn't know what was in the cloth bag.

But he couldn't accept anything from them, since they weren't close.

Lingyao has already brought everything over, so how could she possibly take it back?

He put the item in Chen Ping'an's hand and threatened him before Chen Ping'an could push it back.

"If you don't want it now, I'll send it over at noon."

Around noon, Old Mrs. Chen usually goes out to bask in the sun in the courtyard in front of the house.

If Jiang Lingyao comes over again at noon, she will definitely be seen.

Chen Ping'an pursed his lips and did not push the things back.

It seems being a bit fierce is still useful.

After delivering the items, Lingyao didn't linger and turned to leave; she had other things to do.

Chen Ping'an watched Jiang Lingyao's retreating figure and the cloth bag in her hand, and let out a long sigh.

What exactly is Jiang Lingyao trying to do?

Helpless, Chen Ping'an took the things back into the house. When he opened them, he found a bag full of white flour, cornmeal, beef, and vegetables, as well as a metal box containing six eggs.

His mouth gaped open so wide it looked as round as an egg.

These things are not cheap; they cost far more than the meat she had previously bought from him.

He usually couldn't bear to eat refined grains like wheat flour. There was a little bit at home, but it was reserved for the elderly to maintain their health. Eggs were only available after Old Mrs. Chen fell ill, and he would only steam two for her once a week.

He never eats it.

Each of these things, if eaten alone, would be delicious and satisfying.

Now she's saying that she brought all this as an apology...