"Well, I want to give her twenty kilograms of corn flour and ten kilograms of white flour." Zhang Qiuhe replied carefully.

"You can give her more cornmeal, and she doesn't like eating dried beans, so she can bring some.

But white flour is not good. Sanming has started eating, so we have to leave more fine grain for him." Grandma Hu shook her head and replied after hearing this.

"Hey, I understand." Zhang Qiuhe nodded repeatedly.

"Well, we can subsidize Xiaoxue, but we have to have a degree. And we are not allowed to tell her about growing grain in the mountains. If she misses her mouth, will our whole family understand that we can't get it?"

"I understand." Zhang Qiuhe nodded repeatedly.

"Then you're ready." Grandma Hu turned around and went back to the house after saying that.

Zhang Qiuhe packed about 30 kilograms of cornmeal and about 5 kilograms of dried beans, then went back to the house and brought her more than half of the apple and pears that were distributed to her husband and wife.

Finally, hesitated for a moment and stuffed her half a pound of brown sugar.

After Luo Huimin washed her clothes and hung them on her, she went to the clinic.

As soon as I sat down, I heard the village loudspeaker broadcasting the harvesting of wheat in the kiln factory.

Luo Huimin was shocked after hearing this, but she just smiled and shook her head and lowered her head to go there.

However, Bai Ling, who was studying in the East House, said to Zhang Xiao and Zhang Ergen with an excited look on his face: "It's so convenient to have a speaker here, and there is no need to inform him from door to door."

"I'm so fussy. I've been pressing it for two months, and it's not enough." Zhang Xiaoming replied with a smile on his head.

"You seem to be listening to it every day. This is the second time you use it after honking the horn." Bai Ling said with a glance.

"This is the second time I listened to it in the village, but the school we went to junior high school was close to the textile factory. It was broadcasting every day and there were singing." Zhang Xiaoming said this and said with anticipation: "Hey, when you went back, you gave your advice to Secretary Bai. We usually play singing, etc., otherwise the village will be dead every day, and you can hear it when you fart the east end."

"Vulgar, I want to mention it to you." Bai Ling glared at him with a red face, then lowered her head and ignored him.

"Hey, what I said is true. The village is too quiet." Zhang Xiaoming knocked on her notebook with a pen.

"If you don't go, if you have the ability, go and sing." After Bai Ling finished speaking, he picked up the notebook and stood up to go to the west room.

"This girl is not old and has a bad temper." Zhang Xiaoming shook her head as she looked at her back, lowered her head and started to study seriously.

Zhang Ergen looked at this familiar scene and looked at Zhang Xiaoming with sympathy. This kid was obviously interested in the little girl, but he didn't know it himself.

If you continue to offend this way, you will really understand that he will suffer from it himself in the future.

But he didn't mean to remind him. They fought like this every day and could have some fun, otherwise it would be too quiet and boring as he said.

Nearly five o'clock, Luo Huimin saw that it was already dark and there was nothing in the clinic, so she asked the three of them to go back first.

When she packed her things and put on her coat and was about to go out, Zhao Jianguo stomped in.

Luo Huimin looked at his constant rubbing of his hands, his red nose and cheeks that were frozen for a moment and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you frozen like this?"
Chapter completed!