Zhang Junping took out another bottle of soybean oil and handed it to Mrs. Zhou, "Mrs. Zhou, take this bottle of soybean oil too.
Wolf meat is relatively poor and tastes bad without oil."
"Hey, look, how can this be so embarrassing? Take this soybean oil back to your parents to eat..." This time, Mrs. Zhou did not reach out to take it, but declined sincerely.
Zhang Junping gave him a pound of soybean oil, which was a lot.
There were too many, and Mrs. Zhou didn’t dare to pick them up.
Zhang Junping specially ordered a batch of glass bottles.
They are all 500ml bottles.
He used part of it to contain soybean oil.
This business trip was very fruitful, and Zhang Junping felt very confident.
These neighbors in the courtyard each have a bag of mountain products and a bottle of soybean oil.
In this era, soybean oil is a good thing. A pound of soybean oil can be used by visiting relatives.
"It's okay, my parents still have it.
This time I went to the Northeast and helped a little farm, and they gave me a lot of soybean oil.
We all have it in our courtyard, one bottle for each family." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Pingzi, I know you are a generous person. You are not like us, a small family, who treat a bottle of soybean oil and a piece of fungus as if they are nothing.
But, that’s not how things work.
Sheng Mi En, Dou Mi Qiu, you came back this time and gave me soybean oil, what will you give me next time?
Even if you give me soybean oil, the most you can do is say a few nice words.
But once, if you don't give enough, everyone will say that you have changed and become stingy." Mrs. Zhou said to Zhang Junping slowly and thoughtfully.
Mrs. Zhou is a good person, although she has some calculations, but in this era, an old widow and a young widow don't know how to calculate, how can they live this life?
It's okay to be calculating and scheming, as long as you don't deceive others and harm them.
"Mrs. Zhou, thank you for your kind words.
Of course, I understand the matter of favor and hatred.
You have also seen in the past that when I came back that time, I didn't just give half a catty of fungus and mushrooms or something like that.
What the picture shows is that the etiquette is light but the affection is heavy.
But this time is different." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Why is it different?"
"This time I will give you a bottle of soybean oil and a pack of mountain products.
It's because it's just this time.
From now on, you can only miss the fact that when Pingzi was here, he would give you gifts every time he came back."
"You want to move out?"
"yes!
After the Chinese New Year, the bureau will allocate houses, and the leader promised to give me a house." Zhang Junping explained with a smile.
"That's it! Then this is a good thing, a good thing!
Congratulations!" Mrs. Zhou left Zhang Junping's house in a daze.
When I got home and put down my things, I muttered to myself, "Why did he move out so suddenly? What if he moved away?"
It's not that Mrs. Zhou has any thoughts about Zhang Junping.
The main thing is that Zhang Junping lives here, and her family can take up a lot of light.
For example, this time the Huaizhi brothers were seriously injured and hospitalized. According to regulations, they could only be reimbursed 70%.
But Zhang Junping casually said hello, and 70% became 100%, and he also gave an extra 100 yuan in condolences.
Also, Zhang Junping usually didn't care, and the things exposed between his fingers were enough to improve her family's food for a few days.
All of this will be lost as soon as Zhang Junping leaves.
One afternoon, Mrs. Zhou had only two words: "move out" because she was mentally ill.
Zhang Junping didn't know what Mrs. Zhou was thinking.
After seeing off Mrs. Zhou, Zhang Junping opened his luggage, took out the contents and put them aside.
At this time, you will find that Zhang Junping's package looks bulging and seems to contain a lot of things, but in fact it only contains a few quilts.
This is mainly to support the package.
It’s light and looks like it’s packed with a lot of stuff.
Zhang Junping put the quilt in the cabinet and began to dump things out.
Each family in the yard has a bottle of soybean oil. There are twenty-four families living in the yard. Excluding him, there are twenty-three bottles of soybean oil.
In addition, each family will receive a pound of fungus, a pound of mushrooms, and two pounds of pine nuts.
Even though there aren’t many items, the fungus and mushrooms are not heavy on the scale. Add one of these items together and it’s already quite a big package.
Get things ready and put them on the table.
Zhang Junping took out two bottles of soybean oil, a large bag of fungus, hazelnut mushrooms and pine nuts from the space.
Carrying the things, he left the courtyard.
"Pingzi, you are going out!" Aunt Wang seemed to be waiting for Zhang Junping. As soon as Zhang Junping went out, he saw Aunt Wang standing by the pool washing clothes.
"Oh, where is Aunt Wang doing the laundry?
Isn't it noon? I'm too lazy to cook alone, so I go out to eat something." Zhang Junping said as he walked out.
"You kid, why are you going out to eat? Can't you just eat at Auntie's house?
How can Auntie not take care of your meal?" Auntie Wang wiped her hands and was about to go to Shuai Zhang Junping.
"Aunt Wang, there's no need to trouble you.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Mrs. Yang go to her place to help her.” Zhang Junping declined Aunt Wang’s invitation with a busy smile.
Aunt Wang was good at everything, but she was too enthusiastic, which made Zhang Junping a little unbearable.
I greeted people along the way and carried my things out of the courtyard.
Arrive at the noodle shop at the entrance of the alley.
"Old Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Yang!" Zhang Junping shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door: "Bring me a bowl of noodles quickly, put more braised pork and an egg."
Mrs. Yang's ears are a little hard and she can't hear soft sounds clearly.
"You little monkey, when did you come back?" Mrs. Yang poked her head out of the kitchen and saw Zhang Junping. She grinned, revealing her snow-white porcelain teeth.
"I just came back, and I came to report to you.
Let me tell you, Mrs. Yang.
I've been out here for more than a month, and I just miss you Zhajiang Noodles.
Sometimes, when I don’t think about eating and feel so hungry, I think it would be great if I could have a bowl of Mrs. Yang’s fried noodles.” Zhang Junping danced and told Mrs. Yang about his favorite noodles.
of longing.
At the end, she suddenly said in a mean voice: "Old Mrs. Yang, just for this reason, why don't you add more eggs to me?"
One sentence made the people in the noodle shop burst into laughter.
Someone had just taken a bite of noodles, but Zhang Junping's sudden twist made him laugh, and the noodles came out of his nose.
"Baby monkey, as soon as you stick your butt out, I'll know what you're shitting." Mrs. Yang didn't pay attention to Zhang Junping's comment, turned around and went into the kitchen to fuck Zhang Junping.
Zhang Junping found a place to sit down and wait for noodles.
"Brother Pingzi, did you just come back from a business trip?"
"Yes, I just came back from a business trip.
Brother Zhao, come and eat noodles too!"
"Come and improve.
I've been eating this since I was a kid, but if I don't eat it for a while, I feel weak all over." The young man who greeted Zhang Junping said with a smile while eating the noodles.
Zhang Junping said to himself, "Slow down or stop talking. What if you choke?"
Do you blame me, or do you blame Mrs. Yang’s noodles for being so delicious?
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