"Okay! Whatever you want, you can send whatever you can eat, and then we will see the goods and then negotiate the price? Don't worry, if it's good, I promise not to lose you." "Ma Jincai also kept an eye on it, he didn't see the goods, who knows what quality?

Jiang Xiao nodded in response.

She asked again what was new in the town in the past two days, Ma Jincai did not doubt it, and after thinking about it, he told her a few things, but they all had nothing to do with what Jiang Xiao wanted to know, she felt that the matter of Chu Liang's family last night should have been suppressed by the military, and her heart was relieved.

As soon as the conversation was finished, the food ordered by Jiang Xiao was served, and Ma Jin hurriedly said goodbye to them and left.

Jiang Songhai didn't say a few words during the whole process, and Jiang Xiao had already talked about the matter. He was stunned, and before he could come back to his senses, he was startled by these three plates of hard dishes.

Ginger snail meat!

This is what he's seen, a piece of eighty-one plate!

Sizzle!

Jiang Songhai felt that his heart was pricked.

Look at the plate of fried river shrimp again, and prick it again.

The fat and thin slices of meat in the cabbage, prick it again.

"Grandpa, you eat first, I'll come right away. Jiang Xiao said, ran down quickly, and came up again in three minutes, holding three aluminum basins in his hands.

"This is what I borrowed from Director Ma, let's pack half of the dishes and go back, and we can eat them hot at night and give them to my grandmother." Jiang Xiao said as he poured meat and vegetables into the aluminum basin.

Two of them were loaded, and the other was placed on top of them and placed in the back basket.

Jiang Songhai thought that he could eat two meals, and his painful heart eased.

"Okay, grandpa, let's eat it while it's hot, we'll go shopping after eating!"

The skills of the chef of this Ping'an Hotel are not bad.

Jiang Songhai was satisfied and distressed at this meal. He couldn't remember how many times he had lived to this age to be able to eat meat dishes so freely, every day it was white porridge and green vegetables and pickles, and birds faded out of his mouth.

At noon, he ate his mouth full of oil and fragrant rice, and he felt like he was in a dream.

After a full meal of oil, the grandparents and grandchildren left the Ping'an Hotel and went to the bookstore to buy paints and drawing paper.

Jiang Xiao originally wanted to earn some money to buy a few pieces of drawing paper and keep the money for his family. But after talking to Ma Jincai, she changed her mind. Since she wants to enter Baigu Mountain, and there is a new way to make money, she has to buy more things with this money first, and draw more pictures with a magic pen, maybe she can use it to enter the mountain.

"Grandpa, can I use the money I earn today to buy more things to learn to draw?"

Jiang Songhai didn't know how much money she would spend at this time, but he naturally agreed to spend money on her.

"Why not, Xiaoxiao can buy whatever he wants, our family's money is yours. ”

Listening to his grandfather's words, Jiang Xiao pursed his lips and smiled.

The bookstore in Ping'an Town is not very large, with two storefronts, flat floors, only five bookshelves, and the books are not very dense. Paints, brushes, and sketchbooks are placed on glass counters.

In Jiang Xiao's eyes, these things are really incomparable with those of later generations, only a few simple ones, but they are enough for her now.

The paint for painting the wall propaganda posters was bought with public money given by Yao Zhishu, and it cost five yuan to use more. Jiang Xiao bought two boxes of twelve-colored small paste tubular paints, one for oil painting, one for watercolor, eight cents for oil painting, and five cents for watercolor.

In addition, there are two kinds of picture books, large and small, the big one is three cents, and the one-foot rice paper is also bought.

Pencils, erasers, rulers, paint plates, brushes, brushes, these were also bought.

In this era, having enough to eat is the first priority, and these things of painting are considered luxury. Jiang Xiao bought these and almost covered the inventory of the bookstore.

When she went out, the clerk didn't come to her senses.

Don't talk about her, even Jiang Songhai felt that his steps were vain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.