Yang Jun hurriedly threw away the cigarette.

took out his own Chinese cigarette and threw it over.

"You've all started raising pigs?"

"I haven't seen meat in the moon, so I can't think of breaking the chicken to get some oil and water for my stomach?" Li Jianguo sighed.

"I believe that they haven't seen meat for a month, and if you want to say that you haven't seen meat for a month, I won't believe it if you beat me to death." Yang Jun knocked on Erlang's leg with a look of disbelief.

"Ahem, don't believe it, I'm really not seeing meat in the month, look at my brother's face, is it thinner than before." Li Jianguo said, leaning his face over.

Yang Jun pursed his lips, he didn't believe it at all.

If you want to say you can't get meat, I'm sure.

But if you want to say that your parents can't get meat, you won't believe him if you kill him.

"Last month, my mother finally got two taels of meat, and the adults were reluctant to taste it, so the province gave it to the children."

Li Jianguo took a hard puff of his cigarette and complained.

Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this.

Looking at his serious face, it didn't feel like he was lying.

He had a feeling in his heart, he didn't expect that even Aunt Wang and them wouldn't be able to eat meat, but it was conceivable that other people couldn't even see meat and hair.

"Okay, don't frown, Ming'er will go to my place, if there are too many, four or five catties is still fine."

"Junzi, can you get pork?" Li Jianguo suddenly jumped up from the sofa and said.

"Some time ago, I went into the mountains and hit a wild boar, and I couldn't finish it, and the rest was all marinated." Yang Jundao.

"Well, I thought you had a way to get pork, and I thought I'd get some for the house." Li Jianguo said with some disappointment.

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes, and he didn't have a good airway.

"What do you think? I will only care about you, but not you."

Since he put a piece of braised pork in the space last time, after so many days of copying, now he has hundreds of catties of braised pork in the space, and he plans to take some out and give it to Li Jianguo.

The reason why he sent braised pork was because he was afraid of suspicion.

After all, it is not easy to get pork these days.

Fortunately, he had gone into the mountains to hunt three wild boars, which the whole rolling mill knew, and at that time he left a small one, which was marinated except for stir-frying.

Braised pork has a provenance, and it is not afraid of being checked.

"This is the milk powder money, along with the last one."

Li Jianguo took out five black fish and slapped them in front of him.

"What do you mean? Didn't you slap me in the face?" Yang Jun was suddenly unhappy.

According to the relationship between the two of them, giving money is a slap in the face.

"Hey, you kid stared at me, no one's money was blown by the wind, so I can't let you help and post the money, right?"

Li Jianguo couldn't say anything, and directly stuffed the money into his pocket, and said a little angrily,

"If you don't accept it, you're slapping your brother's face, it's also a slap in the face, who do you think is better to slap in the face?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he was immediately unhappy, and said with a stiff neck: "Listen to what you mean, my face is not as important as your face?"

"Yes!"

Li Jianguo stretched his voice long, his head was at a forty-five degree elevation angle, and he looked at him as a victor.

Yang Jun rolled his eyelids and seemed to smell a strange smell.

"Did you wash your hands when you caught the pig?"

When Li Jianguo heard this, he sniffed his hands and smiled awkwardly.

Coming out of the pie.

Yang Jun had an extra gold brick in his car.

This is what he specifically asked Li Jianguo for.

He can still call the shots with a gold brick, but if he wants to come all of them, it will definitely not be realistic.

Fortunately, there is no difference between a piece and a pile for Yang Jun, he has a replication system, so he doesn't have to worry about anything.

Back at the rolling mill, Yang Jun sat alone on the sofa, thinking about messy things.

He didn't expect that the current supplies would be in such a difficult situation.

Even Aunt Wang

Families can't eat a meal of meat for several months, and it is conceivable that it is even more difficult for ordinary families.

Therefore, he decided that he must be careful and careful when taking out the ingredients from the space in the future.

……

At work the next day, during the lunch break, Yang Jun found a clean cardboard box, spread newspapers in it, and took out five catties of braised pork from the space.

Looking at the pork, Yang Jun felt that it was a little less, so he took out some more.

After looking at it again, I still felt that it was a little less, so I took a few more pieces.

Seeing that the carton was half full and dissatisfied, Yang Jun simply took a few more pieces.

I sealed the carton and checked it with my hands, thinking that there were at least twenty catties, and I could finally get it.

Yang Jun looked at the time and felt that there was enough time, so he decided to send it to Li Jianguo.

"It smells so good!"

In Li Jianguo's office, he couldn't wait to open the box and taste it.

Yang Jun looked funny, looking at his gluttony, as if he had never eaten pork.

He couldn't tell Yang Jianguo that this had just been taken out of the space and was fresh.

"Brother Jianguo, this East XZ is good, don't let others see it."

"Do you still need to say it?" Yang Jianguo rolled his eyes and put the carton directly into the cabinet.

Yang Jun shrugged, expressing his helplessness at being scared.

This kind of thing doesn't need him to explain, Li Jianguo naturally knows what is powerful here.

Li Jianguo locked the cabinet, returned to his desk, took out a bag of tea from the drawer and handed it over.

"My mom asked me to give it to you."

Li Jianguo was very reluctant to give it to him.

Yang Jun put it under his nose and sniffed it, then quickly opened it and looked at it.

"Pu'er?"

"Old Banzhang." Li Jianguo said sourly.

"My dad is usually reluctant to drink it himself, that is, you have a big face, and even my own son is envious of it."

"Lao Ban Zhang" is one of the most precious types of Pu'er tea, known as the "King of Tea", according to legend, these tea trees have a history of thousands of years, and the annual output is very small, and it is a kind of precious tea that is full of tea spirit.

Ordinary people have never even heard of it, let alone drunk it.

People like Li Gui don't say they can drink if they want to.

Of course, this kind of "Lao Banzhang" tea is not for drinking, but for collection, and even if the most important guests come to the house, the host may not be willing to take it out for hospitality.

Yang Jun didn't expect that Aunt Wang would be willing to give such a good tea to herself.

"Want to drink? I'll leave you some."

As he spoke, Yang Jun found a newspaper and prepared to pour half of it for him.

"No...... No need, my mother gave it to you, how embarrassed I am."

Li Jianguo waved his hand again and again, and pushed the tea leaf back.

Yang Jun looked at him with a flushed face and wandering eyes, as if he was avoiding him.

He immediately understood that Li Jianguo must have secretly deducted his tea, otherwise according to his personality, he would score half of it.

"Brother Jianguo, you, you." Yang Jun nodded at him with his hand, very speechless.

"A little, just a handful." Li Jianguo gestured with his little finger embarrassedly.

"Okay, save some face for your old face, I still have something to do in the factory, I'll go back first."

"Yes, no matter what, my brother's old face is more important than you." Li Jianguo said cheekily.

Yang Jun was speechless and raised his forehead, rolling his eyes,

"There's something else in my factory, so I'll go back first."

With that, he turned and left.

On the way back, Yang Jun felt that he had gained a lot today.

On weekdays, he always drinks Biluochun, and his taste is a little tired, so he has long wanted to change to other teas to drink, but he has never found good tea.

Today is really an unexpected joy, 20 catties of braised pork was not given away in vain, and I got the coveted "old class chapter".

"Old Banzhang" has a price, even if you have money, you can't buy it.

Although there is only a small packet, fortunately he has room for copying, and he will not worry about not being able to drink the best tea in the future.

When he got back to the office, the first thing he did was make himself a cup of tea.

Looking at the few tea leaves left, my mind moved, and the "old class chapter" was included in the space.

After a while, the aroma of tea filled the room, and the air exuded a strong aroma of tea.

Yang Jun lifted the lid and sniffed with his nose.

"Lao Ban Zhang" is really extraordinary, and it deserves to be the best of the best.

He took a shallow sip.

Full of fragrance and refreshing.

Close your eyes and slowly savor the tea, first bitter and then sweet, that kind of fragrance is full of seven orifices, and the nose, throat, and throat are full of that faint taste.

Yang Jun likes to drink tea more and more, and he is a quiet drinker, and sometimes he doesn't have much requirement for the quality of tea, but he is used to the taste of tea.

Drinking tea, the color and fragrance are strong and pleasant, and the bitterness is self-fulfilling.

The tea in the cup is fragrant when it encounters water, and when the fragrance is gone, the tea becomes cold.

It's like being sophisticated, when you're in high spirits, those people are around you like bees, and when you're down, they're going to leave you.

This is where the so-called "people walk and tea cool" comes from.

Halfway through the tea, then refill the hot water, and then refill it when it is finished, over and over again, Yang Jun relied on a cup of tea to get off work.

When he got home from work and passed by the branch of the supply and marketing cooperative, Yang Jun asked Yang Anbang to prepare the car and go to pull grain at night.

Yang Jun hadn't finished dinner yet, and Yang Anbang was waiting for him with Yang Anguo and the foal.

They also found three carts with sacks on them.

Yang Jun looked at the load of the board truck, and then waved his hand and set off.

Yang Jun drove first and asked them to go to the warehouse to load grain.

This warehouse no longer belongs to Yang Jun, and has been subleased to Li Tiezhu by him, although he and Li Tiezhu both have the key to the warehouse, however, Li Tiezhu does not often use this warehouse, but Yang Jun has used it for three days.

After driving for about ten minutes, I arrived at the warehouse.

Yang Jun got out of the car and opened the warehouse door, then locked it from the inside.

He turned on the electric light to check it, then turned off the electric light, and with a movement of his mind, the 2,500 catties of grain that had been prepared suddenly appeared in the warehouse.

In order not to arouse the ideas of others, he deliberately divided the 2,500 catties of grain into a variety of crops, including cob flour, corn flour, sorghum flour, rice, soybeans, and dried sweet potatoes......

In short, there are some kinds of grains, but the main ones are stick noodles.

After putting the grain, Yang Jun walked out of the warehouse and squatted at the door to smoke.

About twenty minutes later, Yang Anbang and the others arrived.

"Brother, why is there so much food?" All three exclaimed at the same time.

Yang Jun threw away the cigarette butt and waved his hand, "Don't ask so much, load the car."

When the three of them heard this, they took off their coats, rolled up their sleeves and began to work.

The grain was packed in sacks, one hundred and twenty catties, and two thousand five hundred catties was more than 20 bags, and one cart could be loaded with seven or eight bags, and three carts were easily loaded.

"You tell Zhou Miaomiao, let her do a few more accounts, preferably a few hundred."

After locking the door of the warehouse, Yang Jun explained to Yang Anbang.

"Brother, I understand this, it's just to make it look like it's collected piecemeal." Yang Anbang understood as soon as he heard it.

If you get so much grain at once, if you only make one stroke, it will definitely arouse suspicion, so Yang Jun asked to make a few hundred strokes.

"After the accounts are ready, give them to me first, do you know?" Yang Jun explained again.

"Got it, brother." Yang Anbang nodded and responded, "When the scales are finished tomorrow, I will ask Hongmei to send you the money and food stamps."

"Hmm!"

Yang Jun nodded.

Then he told the three of them to pay attention to safety on the road, and then drove back first.