The Peasant Wife Has a Space

"Besides, it's better to work when you're full! It's just a few meat buns, it's nothing!"

After Zhao Xiulan said this, Lu Qingguo knew that he couldn't refuse. After struggling, he finally said, "Then just give me two meat buns! You can eat the other two! I'll eat two!"

"No, you can take it all, I still have it here!" Zhao Xiulan said, and took out two more meat buns from the space.

Lu Qingguo didn't say anything, just took Zhao Xiulan's buns and ate them.

When the buns were eaten, the white noodles were soft and fragrant, and the soup was still flowing down the corners of the mouth.

Lu Qingguo had never eaten such delicious meat buns before!

"Sister Xiulan, did you make these meat buns? It's really fragrant and delicious. Even if you go to a state-run restaurant, you can't buy such delicious meat buns!"

Zhao Xiulan couldn't say that the meat buns were taken out of her own space, so she nodded and said, "Well, I made it myself! I put a little more ingredients, and the meat is real meat, of course it tastes delicious. It's gone!"

"Yes, yes, the buns sold outside can't bear to put meat like this! The meat buns that I bought have a little stuffing inside, so I can't taste anything at all."

As Lu Qingguo said, a bun was eaten in three or two bites.

Don't look at the four meat buns, but Lu Qingguo ate them all in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Xiulan lamented that Lu Qingguo's appetite was no worse than Jiang Cheng's.

Zhao Xiulan found that men eat a lot in this era, and they may need strength to work. The food they eat on weekdays is not oily and watery, and they are very hungry. When they see good things, they can't wait to swallow them.

Seeing that Lu Qingguo had finished eating, Zhao Xiulan asked again, "Comrade Qingguo, are you full? Do you want to eat more?"

Lu Qingguo, who had already eaten four meat buns, was too embarrassed to eat more, although he could eat a few more meat buns so delicious.

Lu Qingguo hurriedly waved his hand, "No need, Sister Xiulan, I'm full!"

"Alright, Comrade Qing Guo, drink some soy milk!"

"good!"

Lu Qingguo opened the kettle and drank a few mouthfuls of soy milk. The soy milk was full of fragrance, like milk. It was probably sweetened with sugar. It was very delicious.

These days, most people are reluctant to drink soy milk.

This time, Lu Qingguo was also touched by Zhao Xiulan's light, and he was able to drink a few sips.

After eating and drinking, the people in the production team also got busy.

This time, the food delivery was the same as last time. The party secretary and the captains of each production team followed.

Each production team has arranged for people to come over, and the food that needs to be delivered has been delivered to the Liuzhuang production team in advance. At this moment, the men are busy carrying them on the trucks.

The public grains delivered are of good quality, otherwise the grain station will not accept them, and they will have to go back and forth again.

The production team has a large number of people, and everyone has a clear division of labor, and they work together.

At this time, it was only after 5:30, and before 6:00, the grain was moved, Zhao Xiulan and Lu Qingguo drove a truck to the grain station in the county seat.

Unsurprisingly, he was the first to come and line up.

The door of the grain station hadn't opened yet, so everyone waited in line outside the door. After an hour, people from other production brigades came to line up to deliver grains. Except for the Pinghu production brigades, almost all other production brigades delivered grains. Grain is picked up by manpower, and a small number of grains are brought in by ox carts and donkey carts.