"Okay! No matter what you can eat, you can deliver it. Then we will check the goods and then negotiate the price. Don't worry, if it's good, I promise I won't lose you." Ma Jincai was also careful. He didn't see the goods, so who knows what quality?

Jiang Xiao nodded in agreement.

She asked again what was new in the town these two days, but Ma Jincai had no doubts. After thinking about it, he told her a few things, but they all had nothing to do with what Jiang Xiao wanted to know. She felt that the affairs of Chu Liang's family should have been suppressed by the military last night, and she felt relieved.

As soon as the talk was over, Jiang Xiao brought the food he ordered, and Ma Jin quickly told them to leave.

Jiang Songhai didn't say a few words throughout the whole process, and Jiang Xiao had already settled the matter. He was stunned for a moment, and before he could come back to his senses, he was shocked by the three plates of hard dishes.

Shredded ginger and snail meat!

This is what he has seen, one piece of eighteen plates!

Hiss!

Jiang Songhai felt that his heart was stabbed.

I looked at the fried river shrimp again and pricked it again.

Pick the fat and thin slices of meat in the cabbage for a while.

"Grandpa, you eat first, I'll come right away." Jiang Xiao said, running quickly, and came up again within three minutes, holding three aluminum basins in his hand.

"This is what I borrowed from Director Ma. Let's pack half of the dishes and eat them when they are hot at night. They can be tasted for grandma." Jiang Xiao said while pouring meat and vegetables into the aluminum basin.

I put two, folded them, and the other one was just covered on top and placed in the backpack.

Jiang Songhai thought that he could have some food at least, but his heart was relieved.

"Okay, grandpa, eat while it's hot. We'll go shopping after eating!"

The chefs in this Ping An Hotel are pretty good.

Jiang Songhai was satisfied and distressed for this meal. He couldn't remember how many times he could eat meat dishes so easily when he lived to this age. Every day he had white porridge, green vegetables and pickles, and birds faded out of his mouth.

He ate it all over the lunch and ate it with fragrant rice, which seemed like he was dreaming.

After having a full meal of oil, the grandparents and grandchildren went out of Ping An Hotel and went to the bookstore to buy paints and painting paper.

Jiang Xiao originally wanted to make some money to buy a few drawing papers and keep the money for her family. But after talking to Ma Jin, she changed her mind. Since she was going to enter Baigu Mountain and had a new way to make money, she had to buy more things first and draw more paintings with magic pens, perhaps she could use it to go into the mountain.

"Grandpa, can I buy more money I earn today to learn how to draw?"

Jiang Songhai didn't know how much she would spend now, but he naturally agreed to spend money on her.

"Why can't it be done? Xiaoxiao buys whatever she wants. Our family's money is yours."

Listening to my grandfather's words, Jiang Xiao pursed her lips and smiled.

The bookstore in Ping'an Town is not big, with two stores, flat floors, only five bookshelves, and the books are not very dense. Pigment brush paintings and other things are placed on the glass counter.

In Jiang Xiao's eyes, these things are really incomparable to those of later generations, and they are only a few simpler, but it is enough for her now.

The paint for painting wall posters was bought with public funds given by Secretary Yao. It costs more and it costs five yuan. Jiang Xiao bought two boxes of twelve-color small paste tubular pigments, one box of oil paintings, one box of watercolors, one yuan of 80 cents for oil paintings, and one yuan of 50 cents for watercolors.

There are also two types of painting books, the large one is 70,800 yuan, the small one is 30,800 yuan, and one foot of rice paper.

I bought pencils, erasers, rulers, pigment plates, brushes, brushes, and these.

In this era, eating a full meal is the top priority, and paintings are considered luxury goods. The things that Jiang Xiao bought almost completely filled the bookstore's inventory.

When she left the house, the clerk didn't come back to his senses.
Chapter completed!