Chapter 87: Sending the Pot to Aunt Chen 1
Earning more work means that there will be more food at the end of the year, in the final analysis, Zhao Xiulan is willing to endure hardships and continue to shovel pig, all for this family.
Zhao Weiguo only felt that he owed more and more to Zhao Xiulan.
Anyway, for this girl, he will have to hurt well in the future.
Zhao Xiulan's thoughts are not what Zhao Weiguo thinks.
She insisted on shoveling pig, but she felt that it was clean and she didn't need to have more contact with other people in the production team, and it was convenient to do some things secretly.
I also like Jiang Xiaoya and Jiang Tiedan, the two children, working with them is easier than working with adults, the world of children is simple, unlike adults together, there will inevitably be some calculations.
Because she was going to the county seat, Zhao Xiulan went to bed early.
Working in the pigsty these days, although it is a little tired and smelly, it is actually beneficial compared to other work.
For example, staying in a pigsty can at least cover the sun above your head, and you don't have to be exposed to the sun like other work, and your skin is dark and rough.
After two days of recovery and during this time, Zhao Xiulan took out the cosmetics in the space to maintain herself, and the condition of her skin has improved a lot.
The pores are not so large, they have become much more refined, and the skin is much whiter.
The most important thing is that during this time, Zhao Xiulan ate much better than before, her nutrition kept up, and she grew a little more meat.
In the 21st century, everyone pursues slimness, and it is really good to be thin, but if it is too thin, the whole person is a hemp pole, and there is no beauty at all.
Like Zhao Xiulan was like before, she was thin and skinny, and her face was not good-looking, and she finally became plump during this period of recuperation.
Her face was no longer sallow, her hair was black and smooth, and when she first crossed over, she was simply a dead grass.
Meimei put on a mask, probably because she was too tired from working during the day, so Zhao Xiulan fell asleep.
I got up early the next day, today's luck was not bad, I didn't walk two miles before I met an old man who was driving an ox cart and was going to the county seat, Zhao Lan greeted him, and the old man asked Zhao Xiulan to sit up.
This era is different from the 21st century, there is no human trafficking, there are not so many bad people, and it is relatively safe.
In the 21st century, Zhao Xiulan will definitely not dare to get on the stranger's car.
The old man went to the county town to run errands.
Like ordinary countrymen, the old man's hungry face and yellow muscles are thin, all because of the lack of food to eat.
If it weren't for the food in the space, Zhao Xiulan would not have had a good time in this era.
After taking the ox cart, I arrived at the county seat an hour faster than usual, and the most important thing is that people are not tired.
Unlike before, every time I walked for three hours to the county seat, the whole person was tired and sweaty, and the person was tired and collapsed.
After getting out of the car, Zhao Xiulan thanked the old man, and by the way, she took out two white-flour steamed buns from the space and stuffed them directly into the old man's hands.
The old man was a little surprised when he saw the steamed buns handed over by Zhao Xiulan, "Girl, ...... are you?"
"Grandpa, you eat, you brought me to the county seat today, this is what I should repay, take it!"
The old man felt the softness and warmth of the white-flour steamed buns, and seemed to smell the fragrance of the white-flour steamed buns, and couldn't stop swallowing saliva into his stomach.
For such a good thing, the old man couldn't say no words in the end.