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Chapter 82

Chapter 82

"Okay, hand it in." Hua Zhao said.

She had guessed this. In the past, Zhang Guilan's salary had been handed over, and there would certainly be no exception now.

Just hand it over, it doesn't cost much anyway.

Starting from today, the bean sprouts in Kaoshantun will fail in large quantities. In the past, it became six or seven times, but now it becomes two or three times.

In this way, when they are worried about the cost, they will have fewer babies every time. A family of 10 pounds will be born. If they fail occasionally, they can earn about 30 yuan a month, and that's it.

To prevent them from floating up and harming her.

A few people had bicycles to help them get home quickly.

As soon as they entered the yard, Daqin and Xiaoqin smelled the strong aroma of fish and meat.

After entering the house, Hua Zhao immediately got busy, taking out a basin of fish stewed in the pot, bringing out the covered braised pork, plus a basin of snow-white rice, two cold dishes, and filled it up.

A table full.

Until they washed their hands, were placed on the table, and had chopsticks and rice bowls stuffed in their hands, Daqin and Xiaoqin still didn't react.

Is such delicious food really for them?

The family eats meat twice a month, but it is only for the grandparents, father and brothers, but not for them and their mother. They can’t remember the last time they ate meat.

"Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold." Hua Zhao gave each of them a chopstick of braised pork and said kindly.

This sister really doesn't eat people...and she was given meat. Xiaoqin smiled a little, lowered her head and quickly picked up the rice.

As soon as the meal entered her mouth, she couldn't stop. In her memory, she had never eaten such delicious food!

Daqin glanced at Hua Zhao, then looked at the flesh in his eyes, and quickly lowered his head to eat. A big tear fell into the bowl, and she swallowed it.

Zhang Guilan wiped away her tears and lowered her head to eat.

At the dinner table, Hua Zhao kept picking up food for the three of them, otherwise they would not dare to move their chopsticks.

After finishing the meal in a hurry, Zhang Guilan rushed to wash the dishes.

"Sit down quickly and don't move. I will do all the work from now on," she said.

Hua Zhao didn't try to make any money with her, so it would make her feel better if she let her do some work, which was good.

"There are no extra vacant houses in the team. You can stay at my place for the next few days." Hua Zhao sat aside and chatted with her.

Zhang Guilan stopped washing the dishes.

Hua Zhao said: "Don't worry, I've got a homestead for you nearby. We'll find someone to build a house. It's a small earthen house. It will be built in seven or eight days." Of course, the premise is that it is well-done.

of adobe.

It doesn't matter. They didn't use it, but someone else did. You can borrow some first. I guess they won't be in a hurry to build a house for three to five days. Or you can just pay to buy some in other villages, which will make the other party happier.

"As for the wood, let the production team borrow it first, and then the work points will be deducted." Hua Zhao said.

The most indispensable thing in the backing village is wood. To build a house, the villagers need beams. They go to the mountains to cut them, and then convert them into money based on the quantity. Then they will deduct work points.

If other production teams come to buy it, they will have to spend money.

"Okay, you arranged it very well." Zhang Guilan said.

She knows how to live at home. She also knows how to build a house. That house was built by her and Hua Zhao's father, Zhang Luo.

When there is no spare place for them to live in the village, building a house is the right thing to do.

Hua Zhao looked at Daqin and Xiaoqin who were sitting on the kang quietly listening to their conversation. Zhang Guilan had mentioned before that none of her four children were close to her. Thinking about her living environment, she could probably guess that.

Their grandparents must have told them that they must go back and tell them whatever Zhang Guilan said or did!


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