Chapter 87： Give the pot to Aunt Chen 1

Earning more work points means more food at the end of the year. After all, Zhao Xiulan is willing to endure hardship and continue to shovel pig shit, all for this family.

Zhao Weiguo only felt that he owed more and more to Zhao Xiulan.

Anyway, for this girl, he will have to take good care of her in the future.

Zhao Xiulan's thoughts were not what Zhao Weiguo thought.

She insisted on shoveling pig feces, but she felt that the place was clean, and she didn't need to have more contact with other people in the production team, and it was convenient to do some things "sneakly".

In addition, I really like Jiang Xiaoya and Jiang Tiedan. Working with them is more relaxed and comfortable than working with adults. The world of children is simple and unlike adults, there will inevitably be Some calculations.

Because she was going to the county seat, Zhao Xiulan went to bed early.

Working in the pigpen these past few days, although a little tired and smelly, is actually beneficial compared to other work.

For example, staying in a pigsty can at least cover the sun above your head, and you don't have to be exposed to the sun like other work, and your skin will be dark and rough.

After these two days of recovery and during this period of time, Zhao Xiulan took out the cosmetics in the space to take care of herself, and her skin condition has improved a lot.

The pores are not so large, and the skin is much whiter.

The most important thing is that during this time, Zhao Xiulan ate much better than before, her nutrition kept up, and she had a little more meat.

In the 21st century, everyone wants to be slim, and it is really good to be thin, but if you are too thin, the whole person will be a hemp, and there will be no sense of beauty.

Just like Zhao Xiulan before, she was thin and skinny, and her face was not good-looking. After this period of recuperation, she was finally plump.

Her face was no longer sallow, and her hair was black and smooth. When she first crossed over, she was nothing but dead grass.

Meimei put on a mask, probably because she was too tired to work during the day, so Zhao Xiulan fell asleep.

I woke up early the next day, and my luck was not bad today. Before walking two miles, I met an old man who was driving an ox cart and was going to the county town. Zhao Lan greeted him, and the old man let Zhao Xiulan get on the ox cart. .

This era is different from the 21st century. There are no human traffickers, and there are not so many bad guys. It is relatively safe.

In the 21st century, Zhao Xiulan would definitely not dare to get in a stranger's car.

The old man went to the county town to run errands.

Like ordinary country people, the old man's yellow face and thin muscles were all caused by lack of food to eat.

If it wasn't for the food in the space, Zhao Xiulan would not have a better life in this era.

I took the bullock cart and arrived at the county seat an hour faster than usual. The most important thing is that people are not tired.

Unlike before, every time I walked three hours to the county seat, I was so tired and sweaty that I almost collapsed.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Xiulan and the old man said thanks, and by the way, took out two white-faced steamed buns from the space and stuffed them directly into the old man's hands.

The old man was a little surprised when he saw the steamed bun handed over by Zhao Xiulan, "Girl, this is you"

"Grandpa, eat it, you brought me to the county town today, this is what I should repay, take it!"

The old man felt the softness and warmth of the steamed buns with white flour, and smelled the tempting fragrance of the steamed buns with white flour. He couldn't stop swallowing in his stomach.

For such a good thing, the old man finally failed to say the words of refusal.