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Before noon the next day, Zhang Yuejin delivered the things he wanted to buy to her door, and there were still a dozen yuan left.

"Cousin, you count the money, there are still twelve yuan, six cents and seven cents left, and then see if you miss anything."

Feng Qingxue knew that there were not only many things, but also more in number, and he was very satisfied with Zhang Yuejin's way of life, "No leakage, no leakage, how can I see more things?" ”

Zhang Yuejin said with a smile: "I have a little face in the grocery store, and I bought some processing goods for my cousin." ”

said that he bought it for her, but in fact, the extra money was paid for by himself, and he remembered the favor of the twelve-foot cloth ticket.

The meaning of handling the goods, Feng Qingxue understands, Wang Jiao specially explained to her.

On the surface, it means that defective goods cannot be placed on the counter to be taken out, and even if they are sold, they cannot be ticketed, but in fact, the defects are limited, it may be a packaging problem, it may be a quality problem, and whether there is a defect or not depends on the salesperson's decision.

"Thank you, cousin-in-law, come in and have a glass of water, I'll call my dad."

"No need, no need, Jiaojiao likes to eat snacks, I bought two catties of twist flowers, I'll send it to her!"

Feng Qingxue smiled: "My cousin-in-law is so good to my cousin, no wonder my cousin is talking to my cousin-in-law in front of me every day, then I won't keep my cousin-in-law, lest my cousin know that I delay her to eat delicious food." ”

Zhang Yuejin waved his hand, turned over on the bicycle, and walked away.

Feng Qingxue stood in place for a moment, and said to the courtyard: "Ah Yu Tianzhi Xiaoyun, come out and help me carry things!" ”

Before the words fell, the three children ran out as if they were flying, smiling.

"Is it August 15th? It smells like chicken cake and twist! After delivering the things to the house, the children asked in a rambling manner, licking their mouths around the paper bag tied with hemp rope on the table.

Feng Qingxue put things into the cupboard in the same way, and teased them: "Yes, I ate it on August 15." ”

At the end of the reception, the torn eggs were picked out, and then the fruit packets were opened.

The so-called fruit is a round biscuit made of flour, eggs, sugar, melon seeds, sesame grains and other things, a thick piece, fragrant and sweet, because it is very crispy, the shape is not so round, easy to spread out, it is very precious in this era, but in the twenty-first century a few decades later, the variety of goods is rich, except for people in the countryside who make this biscuit for sale, it is rare in the city.

At that time, when she was buying supplies, she found that this kind of unpackaged biscuits were very caloric, tasted very good, and cheap, only six yuan a catty, and the price of other pastries was not expensive, and the cakes of that family were swept away for several days in a row.

She divided the children into one piece each, and put the rest in the cupboard.

"If you want to eat it, you will buy it next time."

At night, living alone in a room, Feng Qingxue began to organize the supplies in the space, piling up the food that could be seen in this era on the periphery for later access, including pastries bought at the country market.

There are many kinds of cakes, in addition to biscuits, there are twist flowers, sesame candy, peanut candy and the like.

The next day, when she went back to her parents' house for the next festival, she took Feng Qingyun with her, and only took four things, a pound of pork belly, a pound of moon cakes, a pound of chicken cakes and a pound of biscuits.

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Wang Jiao's prototype is a very blessed old lady in reality, her parents died, her sister raised her, the old man loved her super much after marriage, the old lady was almost eighty, she had never done housework in her life, she had never taken her son or grandson, she didn't cook by herself until the old man died, and she received alimony from her son on time every year, envy, jealousy and hatred.