And—

There is not much space for the storage ring, and he also plans to prepare a lot of cooked food for Linlang's good baby, he feels that it is not enough, he himself packs a few baskets of the freshest and most tender, and adds a little sun-dried food!

And waste space to store a lot of dried vegetables?

Are you kidding?

It's better to find a private place outside again, and he himself has to save some on the surface, so he can't be chubby without any food at that time!

Is it true to become an immortal?

Hearing Nan Chengyu say this, Feng Ming'an nodded, thinking that it was the best.

It's just that thinking of the appearance of Feng Mingyue just now, he still feels a little chattering, as if he has lost his mind and gone crazy.

Feng Ming'an is still a little pot friend with a good sense of justice, Feng Mingyue is still his cousin in the next room, hesitated for a moment, he asked Nan Chengyu a little uncertainly, and there was a little worry in his tone.

"Cheng Yu brother, you said that Yue Nier will not fall into evil! Why is it so strange! ”

Nan Chengyu looked at Feng Ming'an, and a glimmer of light flashed in his dark eyes: "If you don't get evil, as long as Feng Mingyue doesn't go to our house to make trouble, no matter what she does, I don't care."

It's just that......

I don't know if she makes trouble at someone else's house, whether others will let her. ”

When Feng Ming'an heard this, he instantly became cautious.

"I'll tell my dad and my dad when I go back, and I don't believe I really can't control her! Whose child of her age has money every day, food and grain, and what do you have to do with people......

Oh yes, it's a matter of murder. ”

What happened just now, Nan Chengyu was not in the mood to go into the water again, and returned home with the three or four palm-sized small fish he caught.

And Feng Ming'an's little pot friend went to the river angrily to discuss with Feng Mingye, who was fishing......

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It's night.

Nan Chengyu opened the door for the second grandfather, and when he saw the food sent by the second grandfather, Nan Chengyu was stunned for a while.

He seemed to be talking about 50 catties of white flour, 100 catties of cornmeal, and 100 catties of sorghum flour!

But the second grandfather is ......

It was rare to see Nan Chengyu dumbfounded, and the second grandfather smiled.

"Okay, don't think that my old man didn't see the look in your kid's eyes when he said the number, and our two old men took it upon themselves to double it for you.

"100 catties of white flour, 200 catties of cornmeal, 100 catties of sorghum flour and 100 catties of sorghum rice."

Nan Chengyu didn't speak, but he bowed, and the meaning was self-evident.

The second grandfather calculated the lowest price for him, white flour was 0.2 yuan/jin, cornmeal was 0.15 yuan/jin, sorghum flour and sorghum rice were counted as 0.15 yuan/jin, and the total of 500 catties was only 80 yuan.

Nan Chengyu paid this money very happily.

Although the price is almost double that of what is sold to the buying station in the village.

But Nan Chengyu still knows very well that he has taken a big advantage.

The price of grain on the black market is two or three times that of the supply and marketing cooperatives, and it is a conscience price, and in those years, the price of grain on the black market is even more priceless, and it is completely trivial to increase it by five or six times.

He used to hear the housekeeper say that in those years, 'three pieces of rice and white noodles, and five pieces of pork' were a catty!

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the price of the supply and marketing cooperatives is almost 1.5 times now, and there is no need for food stamps, which is so cheap that he still wants to buy a few thousand catties.

Unfortunately, he can't......

"I see you're spending the money quite well."

Every time the second grandfather looked at Nan Chengyu with a few flowers of great unity, he couldn't help but feel delicate as if he was not distressed at all.