Li Xiaoniu didn't hear what his grandfather and father said at all, he just thought it was two bags of rice, and hurriedly ran back to tell Qian Shufen.

Now sitting on the hood of the car and playing prestige with his friends, he doesn't know that there is a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots waiting for him when he goes home.

Zhao Yong had a full meal in his hometown, listened to the gratitude of the villagers, and took the two hundred catties of freshly beaten new rice sent by his grandfather and uncle to neatly complete the grain task of Hongxing Village.

He first sent 100 catties of rice to his father-in-law's and mother-in-law's house, and then under the incredulous eyes of Wang Xiaojuan and Li Dawei, he went home with the remaining 100 catties of new rice.

In the evening, Li Manjun returned home, and the meal was ready on the table, steaming hot and fragrant.

Zhao Yong filled two bowls of full white rice, put one bowl in front of her, and said meaningfully, "How about you taste the rice I cooked today."

Li Manjun picked up the rice bowl and took a bite of white rice, which was more chewy than what he had eaten before, and the rice grains were one by one, which was very fragrant.

"Yes, it's better than the previous one, did you buy new rice today?" Li Manjun asked, while eating vegetables and rice together, it was even more fragrant.

"It's delicious." Zhao Yong sat down beside her and raised his chin towards the kitchen, "New rice, from Hongxing Village, grandpa asked me to bring it back, a total of two hundred catties, I left a hundred catties for our parents at home, and the remaining one hundred catties for us to eat ourselves."

He finished these words in a casual tone, Li Manjun almost didn't react, was stunned for a moment, put down the bowl in disbelief, got up and came to the kitchen.

The wooden rice bucket was filled with white rice, and there was still a large half bag next to it that had not been put in, Li Manjun scooped it up and took a look, and was surprised, "Huh?" After a sigh, he covered the rice bucket and returned to the sofa in the living room, and saw Zhao Yong smiling proudly.

"I've inquired, the rice produced in your Red Star Village is indeed more expensive than ordinary rice, seven cents a catty, two hundred catties, even if it is one hundred and forty yuan, I will run for a morning, this income is okay, right?"

Li Manjun gave him a thumbs up, this is not just okay, this is too good!

"Zhao Yong, it's really yours." Li Manjun sat down on the sofa again, picked up the rice bowl, and ate one more bowl than usual.

"It's the first time I've eaten such good rice." Li Manjun sighed.

Zhao Yong took a big gulp and pulled it into his mouth, nodding again and again, the taste of this expensive rice is different!

Today, the couple shaved all the rice in the rice cooker, and they haven't eaten enough.

I had no choice but to eat some snacks such as biscuits, and then I was satisfied to lie on the sofa and watch TV to eat.

The phone rang at home, and Li Manjun immediately picked it up, and sure enough, it was Wang Xiaojuan calling.

Ask her, "Have you eaten dinner?"

"Yes, what about this year's new rice, Mom?" Li Manjun smiled.

"It's the same, don't say it, this rice tastes like fragrant." Wang Xiaojuan's tone was full of satisfaction.

After many years of depression and now that it is gone, Li Manjun can imagine her mother's comfort at the moment without looking.

The mother and daughter chatted a little more before hanging up.

Zhao Yong turned his head, "It's getting colder and colder now, and it's getting dark early, why don't you get off work early, it's not safe on the road."

Li Manjun didn't expect him to suddenly mention this, and shook his head, "It's okay, there are no street lights installed on that section of the road, just turn on a flashlight." ….

Zhao Yong didn't answer, he didn't feel at ease.

In the next few days, Zhao Yong will wait for Li Manjun at the door of Li Manjun's store at about half past five and take her home.

Li Manjun was very pleasantly surprised in the first two days, Zhao Yong rode a bicycle, she sat in the back seat, watching the autumn sunset leaves falling on both sides of the road, and there was quite the romance of a young couple dating in the movie.

But romance alone can't be eaten as a meal, and in a few days, Xiaoguan will be fried over there.

He couldn't be busy at all, many contracts and accounts needed to be signed and approved by Zhao Yong in person, not to mention the occasional entertainment, he went to two games for Zhao Yong, because it was not the boss who came in person, people had to pour him wine, and everyone would die of drinking.

They all run companies, although there are only two people in their own company, but Li Manjun understands this sudden occurrence very well

Besides, let Zhao Yong not come to pick him up when he has something.

Zhao Yong succumbed to reality and transformed Li Manjun's bicycle and installed a searchlight on the basket so that it would be safer at night.

Sometimes when things are not urgent, he will still pick her up at Li Manjun's store, send people home, and then go back to the company to work overtime.

In this way, a month passed, and in December, Rongcheng entered winter overnight, and the temperature dropped from the original eleven or twelve degrees to one or two degrees.

On the coldest day, it is directly minus one degree, and the winter in the south is always sandwiched with a wet and cold wind, and the temperature will drop by two or three degrees.

Yao Zhaowen complained that it was too cold in the dormitory, and applied to buy electric blankets and electric heaters.

Li Manjun approved it, and asked him to buy two more quilts, so as not to freeze at night.

"You have to be careful with electricity, people turn off the electricity." Li Manjun reminded.

Yao Zhaowen said that he knew, took the money given by the boss, rode a tricycle, and immediately went to buy back the things he needed for the winter.

As the days got colder, the two moved their offices from the gate to the office, and burned a charcoal stove during the day.

This kind of charcoal stove Li Manjun has never seen before, like a fat belly jar, pottery, the upper part of the lid is made of hollow small holes, spread a layer of ash inside, burn charcoal, cover the lid, you can put your feet directly on it to bake.

The heat came up from the small hollowed out, and the soles of the feet were hot.

But he couldn't bear to be so warm when he put his feet down, Li Manjun always roasted for a while and put his feet down, and then put his feet on again.

Yao Zhaowen found a few pieces of wood, nailed a square shelf and put it on the carbon stove, found an old thin quilt to set up, and a warm table was completed.

Li Manjun looked at this homemade table warmer at that time, and thought to himself, isn't this a Japanese-style table warmer?

I don't know if it's because it's cold, but the business in the store is much better than before.

Originally, Li Manjun and Yao Zhaowen could pack the waste in a day, but now they can all be finished in half a day.

For most of the rest of the day, I sat in the warm table, waiting for the seller to come to sell the scrap.

Li Manjun felt that something was wrong, Yao Zhaowen flipped through the account book, and muttered, "This shouldn't be."

While the two were confused by the miserable business, the uncle who always pedaled a tricycle to sell scrap steel arrived.

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Li Manjun hurriedly put on the old cotton shoes he bought from the farmer's market and walked out of the office, "Uncle, I haven't seen you come over for a few days, is it okay?"

The uncle waved his hand and said that it was nothing, but it was cold, and he came out less often, and he pulled it out when he had accumulated enough.

"Boss Li, what's the price of your house today?" Uncle asked curiously.

On the same day, the purchase price Li Manjun would write on a small blackboard and hang it next to the kilogram scale, which said that scrap iron was 1.12 yuan per catty.

The extra two points are the practice of Li Manjun's family.

Li Manjun informed the price, but the uncle's brows furrowed, "So cheap? Then I won't sell it!".

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