A few days later, Jiang Mo asked the team leader to ask for leave again, carrying a backpack and preparing to go to the town to sell things again.

The fact that he went to the black market to make money cannot be hidden from his family. After all, everyone knows the conditions of the family. There is no excuse to explain so much money and food out of thin air. Although Grandma Yu and Dad Yu were both worried about Yu Xiaonan, they also knew that the situation at home was too bad.

When Jiang Mo walked to the dirt road out of the village, there was a bell from the front of the bicycle. He looked up subconsciously and saw that Mu Hong had already parked his bicycle in front of him.

"Big Brother Muhong? You are..."

"The commune came to tell me that the team was going to write a slogan on the wall. The captain recommended me to go. I need to go to the town's post office to pick up the documents. The commune's secretary was also busy, so I borrowed a bicycle to go by myself."

There are not many people in the village who can write. The previous famine had frightened the villagers, and they couldn’t fill their stomachs. Where could they still have the heart to study? Dozens of words, this is what I learned when I was literate. Although there are many educated youths, there are not many good-looking characters. Mu Hong's characters are strong and powerful, and they are very strong. They look much better than the soft and delicate characters of female educated youths. So when I heard that they were going to write a slogan on a poster, I immediately thought about it. Immediately arranged for Mu Hong to go.

"Then you should go directly to the town, why did you come back?" Jiang Mo already had a guess in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"I'm here to pick you up! Hurry up and get in the car!" Mu Hong chattered incessantly, "It's too far for you to go to town alone, and it's not safe. Lu Feng wanted to accompany you, but I think I'll take you there. Better, let him stay."

Jiang Mo was not pretentious either, straddled the back of the bicycle and whispered a thank you.

"Thank you, thank you, you are holding my waist, this dirt road is uneven, be careful not to bump it." Mu Hong said with a smile.

"Well..." Jiang Mo obediently reached out and hugged Mu Hong's waist.

"gone!"

There was only one bicycle in the commune, and it was relatively old, but the quality of the goods at this time was very good, and this old bicycle was also very strong, and there was no problem with two people.

On a bicycle, what would have been a few hours of walking has been shortened to an hour, which is really time-saving and labor-saving. Jiang Mo thought in his heart that when he had money in the future, he would have to buy a bicycle to travel, otherwise he would be too tiring to walk such a long way every time he came to town.

Jiang Mo first accompanied Mu Hong to take the letter of introduction to the post office to pick up the documents distributed above, and then sneaked to the alley last time together.

Stealing is a serious crime these days. Bicycles must be purchased with tickets, and licenses and registration procedures must be completed. The price is about 200 yuan. It can be regarded as a very valuable item. He parked his bicycle on the road, and then accompanied Jiang Mo into the alley.

The undead Angkor was still standing in the same place as last time, and Jiang Mo walked straight over.

"Angkor, do you remember me?"

"Remember, what good things did you bring today?"

Jiang Mo really brought a lot of good things today. In addition to pickles, he also brought home-made sachima.

"This is Shaqima, I made it myself, Angkor, you can try it."

"Shaqima?" Of course Angkor knew about Shaqima. This is a hard-to-buy snack. He has only seen it in the supply and marketing cooperatives in the city. The sweet and soft taste seems to be still imprinted in his memory. Teenagers can still do it themselves.

He could smell the fragrance through the oil-paper bag, and he was even more surprised when he opened it. The golden rectangular pieces looked better than those sold by the supply and marketing agency.

He picked up a small piece and took a bite. The sachima made by the teenager did not disappoint him. The mouth was soft as if biting into cotton, and the sweet taste quickly spread in the mouth, making people feel happy when eating.

"Yes, I want all of these." There are about twenty pieces of Shaqima in the oil-paper bag. It is sold for 50 cents a piece. There should be many people who want it. This kind of rare snack is most liked by children. of.

Angkor thought for a while and quoted a price, "All these together, how about I give you eight dollars?"

"Yes." Jiang Mo agreed very readily. This Shaqima method is actually very simple. The main ingredients are flour and eggs. After kneading the dough, cut it into small strips of about two millimeters, and fry it on high heat until slightly yellow. , then wrap it in maltose sauce, put it into a wooden mold to shape, and then cut it into pieces. The whole process takes less than an hour, and the cost is less than two dollars.

"Come back to me next time if you have something good." Angkor had a good impression of this young man with good skills and quick work, so he said.

"Sword Comes"

"Okay, thank you Angkor." Jiang Mo could also see that Angkor was actually a kind person, so he thanked him sweetly.

Five tins of kimchi sold for five yuan, plus Sachima's eight yuan, making eleven yuan all at once.

Someone happened to be carrying a pheasant into the alley, and Jiang Mo stepped forward and said a few words to the man, and spent money to buy the chicken. Although there are many pheasants and hares in his space, it is really inconvenient to take them out, so it is better to buy ready-made ones. Chicken soup is good for the body, and everyone in the family needs to take a good supplement.

Jiang Mo exchanged some money and Angkor for some food and meat coupons, and left the black market with Mu Hong.

Mu Hong watched the whole process, and was already stunned. He couldn't understand how the food made by the young man could be exchanged for so much money.

Seeing that he had been looking at the oiled paper bag in Angkor's hand, Jiang Mo thought he wanted to eat it too, so he lowered his voice and said, "I have a lot of that Shaqima in my house. I'll get you a few pieces when I go back."

The boy's family is really not well-off, there are too many places to spend money, these Shaqima can be exchanged for so much money, Mu Hong rationally wanted to refuse, but his mouth still agreed honestly.

The two then went to the supply and marketing cooperative. Jiang Mo not only bought meat, grain and oil, but also some pig bones and pig water. Anyway, these leftovers are not worth much, and they can be bought back for a few cents. Mu Hong also bought a pound of pork and a pound of flour. Lu Feng gave the meat coupons and food coupons. Apparently, after a few days, he started to get greedy again.

"Is it convenient at night?" Mu Hong handed the things in his hand to Jiang Mo.

"Of course." Jiang Mo put the things in the back basket and returned to the village with Mu Hong.

Because of the relationship with the bicycle, saved several hours on the way back and forth, and returned to the village before noon.

"Brother Muhong, this is the rice ball I made myself. I originally planned to eat it on the road. I'll give it to you." After getting out of the car, Jiang Mo took a rice ball from the Lingquan space under the cover of the basket.

"That won't work." Mu Hong hurriedly refused. This rice ball is made of rice, and it is a fine grain. Such a big one must have at least two or two weights. How could he be so embarrassed to accept it?

"If you hadn't sent me on a bicycle, I would have been exhausted all the way to town and come back. If you didn't accept it, how could I feel so good?" Jiang Mo stubbornly held up the rice ball in his hand.

Mu Hong had no choice but to accept this rice ball.

In the last world, Jiang Mo hoarded a lot of things in the Lingquan space. The space has the function of keeping fresh. This rice ball looks like it was just made, and it still feels a little warm when you put it in your hand.

However, Mu Hong didn't care about this, he just thought it was because of the hot weather, so the rice ball was warm to the touch.

Mu Hong sent Jiang Mo to the entrance of the village, and then rode his car to public social documents.

After returning the car and transcribing the contents of the poster and slogan, Mu Hong returned to Xiaohe Village.

By the time he finished his work, another two hours had passed, and he had no time to eat, and his stomach was already growling with hunger. Thinking of the rice ball that the boy gave him before, he took out and took a bite.

The glutinous rice and rice are steamed and kneaded together. The taste is soft, glutinous and sweet. There are crispy fried dough sticks, sauce meat, and a little crispy diced mustard. It is full of fillings in one bite. It is really delicious.

When Mu Hong came back to his senses, he had already eaten all the rice balls, he hiccupped contentedly, and was ready to go back to the team leader to arrange for the poster and slogan to be written.

"Ehhh, boy!"

When Mu Hong turned around, he found that it was Master Liu from the canteen of Commune Primary School who was calling him. Before, Lu Feng often came to Commune Primary School to find Master Liu, and Mu Hong accompanied him once or twice. Unexpectedly, Master Liu still remembered him. Commune Elementary School is near the commune, but Master Liu has always been busy in the cafeteria, so he never expected to meet him outside.

"Master Liu." Mu Hong stopped and greeted the other party.

"Young man, why haven't Xiao Lu been here for a few days?" Lu Feng used to come over every three or five times to ask him to help him open a small stove to cook food. Now, it has been more than a week and he hasn't seen Lu Feng come over, and he has lost two cents for his labor. And the meat that can be deducted, Master Liu is of course anxious.

"Uh, maybe I've been busy lately..." Mu Hong could only find an excuse to put it off. He couldn't say that the food you made was delicious, and you liked to deduct ingredients, so Lu Feng was replaced, right?

"Really?" Master Liu looked at him suspiciously.

Mu Hong wasn't very good at lying, and being stared at by Master Liu made him feel uncomfortable. "Master Liu, do you have anything else to do? I'm going back to write a slogan for the team's poster."

"Oh, it's okay, you can help me with a message for Xiao Lu, and tell him to come over when he is free."

"Okay." Mu Hong agreed, and ran away with oil on the soles of his feet.

The author has something to say: Push Jiyou's article, "After rebirth, I found that everyone is my fanboy" by Xiaokey

One word recommendation: The full-level boss is reborn, cool and handsome, and the thief is cool and not cruel

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Nowadays, resources are scarce, food is in short supply, and vegetables have become a luxury all over the world. But reborn after death, Xiao Hanping woke up and found that he was bound to a farm system.

He can "see" that there are thousands of acres of fertile fields and countless seeds in the system... but they have not been unlocked.

At first, the system also tried to be cold: if the farm wants to have a good harvest, it needs to cultivate, water, fertilize, and weed regularly. Please let the host know.

Xiao Hanping frowned slightly.

So troublesome, it's better not to.

"You come back, you come back!"

Looking at Xiao Hanping's figure in the tide of alien beasts, the system shouted in despair—

The script is not like that! !

You are bound to the farm system, not the battle system! ! !

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I died to save the world in my last life, and I have to live for myself in this life.

However, who can tell Xiao Hanping.

Is it because he went out too little in his last life?

Why can he meet his fanboy wherever he goes after rebirth?

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