Xiang Wan lay on his side on the bed, the sound of Xiang Xiong stepping on the sewing machine echoed in his ears, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved slightly.

Seeing that it was almost five o'clock, Xiang Xiong was still immersed in making a beautiful little dress for his daughter. Xiang Wan had no choice but to get up. After Xiang Xiong's guidance in the past few days, Xiang Wan had learned to cook simple vegetables.

For dinner, make cabbage and tofu, stir-fry rapeseed vines, and add the pickles Hua Peirong sent. That’s almost enough.

When Xiang Wan finished cooking, Xiang Xiong continued, not affected by the aroma of the food at all.

Xiang Wan walked to Xiang Xiong with a look of helplessness on his face: "Dad, it's time to eat. You also need to rest. There are still several days before school starts."

Only then did Xiang Xiong react and said loudly: "I forget the time when I get busy. Have you already cooked? Why don't you ask me to do it? I'll be careful to blacken your fair little face."

"Isn't this about applying what you have learned? When dad gets better, he will definitely eat the food cooked by dad."

As the father and daughter talked, they walked to the dining table and sat down.

Seeing that Xiang Xiong was still absent-minded while eating, Xiang Wan rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Dad, why don't you make me a schoolbag tomorrow? I thought of a good-looking schoolbag style, and I will draw it for you tomorrow, okay?

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"Okay, daddy will make it for you tomorrow. You can eat and drink. I still have some tails from the skirt I made for you."

Xiang Wan's face was full of helplessness: "Even if you want to make a skirt, you should also pay attention to rest. If you don't care about your health, I won't wear the clothes you made."

Xiang Xiong nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Early the next morning, Xiang Wan gave Xiang Xiong the manuscript of the schoolbag he had drawn and told him to take a rest before going out, and then he went to Peng Qingliang's place with peace of mind.

When Xiang Wan arrived this time, there was no one in the room. He only saw a stack of account books on the table.

Xiang Wan was preparing to start a new day's work when he heard someone knocking on the door outside. When he walked out, he saw a handsome young man standing in the yard, looking around.

"Who am I looking for?"

When the young man saw Xiang Wan, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Hello, is Peng Qingliang here?"

"He's not here. I don't know when he will come back. How about you come back later?"

The young man looked disappointed, paused when he turned around, took out a business card from his arms and said: "My surname is Liu, and I came here because of his name. This is my business card. During this time, I will stay at Guomao Hotel and wait for his return."

Please tell him and tell him that I will visit him later."

Xiang Wan held the business card and nodded: "Okay, I'll give it to him. Walk slowly."

After waiting for the others to leave, Xiang Wan looked at the business card. The man's name was Liu Ronglin, and the name on the business card said he was the manager of a trading store in City C.

He probably came to buy goods from Peng Qingliang.

Xiang Wan returned to the house and wrote down Liu Ronlin's purpose and address, and then put them both on Peng Qingliang's table.

They didn't come back by noon, and Xiang Wan was about to go home. As soon as he reached the door, two trucks stopped at the door, and Peng Qingliang, Uncle Chen, and others got out of the car.

"Xiao Wan, are you ready to go back?"

Xiang Wan nodded: "I'm done with my work. Oh, by the way, someone came to see you this morning. I put his information on your desk."

"Okay, I got it," Peng Qingliang said hurriedly as he watched Xiang Wan leave, "Xiao Wan, wait a minute, I have something for you."

Xiang Wan turned around and looked at Peng Qingliang doubtfully.

"Wait a minute," Peng Qingliang said, turning around and arranging for people to unload the goods, and then led Xiang Wan to the living room. As he walked, he said, "I collected some mountain goods today. When they unload them, you can take some back and give them to you."

Refresh yourself with your dad."

Xiang Wan did not refuse and thanked him with a smile.

This time Peng Qingliang asked someone to go to the north to collect things, mostly wild black fungus, Hericium and various mushrooms.

While waiting in the living room, Peng Qingliang picked up the business card and note on the desk and looked at it. After a while, he frowned and said, "Liu Ronlin? Who is this person?"

Xiang Wan shrugged: "I'm looking for you, how do I know? I think it's some kind of trade, I guess I want to buy something from you."

"Probably, if you can find me here, I guess it was introduced by an acquaintance. Let's see you later."

As he spoke, Uncle Chen brought in two bags of things and handed them to Xiang Wan with a smile: "This is your share. It contains black fungus and yellow mushrooms, especially the yellow mushrooms. The stewed soup is particularly nourishing for the body."

"Thank you Uncle Chen, thank you Brother Peng, then I will go back first."

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Peng Qingliang returned to the living room after arranging the order of shipment. Before he could take a drink of water, he heard someone looking for him.

Liu Ronglin was so enthusiastic when he saw Peng Qingliang that he stepped forward with a smile and extended his hand: "Peng Qingliang, brother Peng? I was introduced by Mr. Yin Zheng Jiang Yin."

Peng Qingliang shook hands with him and said with a faint smile: "It turns out he introduced me here. I just said why would someone I don't know come here? Sit down quickly and have a cup of tea."

"Okay, okay, thank you for your hospitality," Liu Ronglin said hurriedly after taking a sip of tea: "Brother Peng, I came to you this time to cooperate with you. I heard from Mr. Yin that you are a capable person, and you have many in-demand things here.

Yes, and they are all top quality, so I came all the way from City C."

Peng Qingliang did not reply in a hurry. He took a sip of tea and then said slowly: "So you came here to collect some goods and take them back?"

"Yes, yes, it's hard to sell many things in C City now. My trading company is almost out of business. I really don't know what to do. Fortunately, Mr. Yin mentioned you to me, so I took the liberty to bother you."

The smile on Peng Qingliang's face did not change. He put the tea cup on the table and said with a smile: "What do you want?"

"I want to collect some soap, shampoo, powder, white rice, etc. These things are the best sold here, so if possible, I would like to buy more of these things back."

After Liu Ronglin finished speaking, he saw that Peng Qingliang did not respond. He rubbed his hands and looked at him nervously.

It took a while before Peng Qingliang said: "These things are in short supply everywhere, let alone yours."

"Yes, I know these things are in short supply now. I can't get the goods anywhere. I have no choice but to come to Bei City for help, Brother Peng."

Peng Qingliang did not accept the envelope from Liu Ronlin, but looked at him and said: "I have the things you want here, but there are not many goods. Although I collected a lot some time ago, most of them were bought by the leaders above.

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Seeing Liu Ronglin's cautious and disappointed expression, Peng Qingliang seemed to have seen his former self, and couldn't help but point out: "Actually, shampoo powder is no longer popular in the upper-class circles of Beijing City. Those people use foreign gadgets called

For shampoo, you can go to the foreign trade department and ask about it. You probably don’t have those things there yet. If you can receive those goods, I think business will not be bad."
Chapter completed!