"Mom, look at what I've prepared for you!"
Jiang Xiaoxiao opened the cupboard.
Fan Xiuying was so surprised her jaw almost dropped.
The cupboard was stacked full with four bags of grain.
It looked like white flour.
"Where did you get this?"
Fan Xiuying's voice lowered by eight degrees.
"I ran into someone on the road today. His family was in urgent need of money due to illness. He said he's from nearby Dawang Village. His family received quite a bit of grain and wanted to exchange it for money to pay for the medical bills. They didn't need ration coupons and were selling at the same price as the grain store! I thought it was a win-win situation.Not only did it alleviate their crisis, but we also got to buy grain easily.This is something we can't even buy with a ration book. I didn't hesitate and decided on my own to get four hundred pounds of white flour. The baozi we just ate was made from this flour. Tasted quite fresh, didn't it?"
