report!The farm kidnapped me

Chapter 20 This uncle also

Is No. [-] Qingping Lane their shop?
Didn't Zhang Tong say that his home was at No. [-], Qingping Lane, and there were two people at home?
Then why is she here?

Was this shop owned by Zhang Tong before?
Song Lin saw Jian Zhizhi's surprised face, which dispelled a lot of his previous fear, and instead teased Jian Zhizhi:
"Shopkeeper, you won't even forget this, right?"

Jian Zhizhi pursed her lips, put away the surprise on her face, and sent him to go shopping.

However, what Jian Zhizhi asked Song Lin to buy became:

"You go buy thirty corns and twenty kilograms of pork first and come back quickly."

She has rice and chickens in her backyard, so she doesn't need to buy them.

She hadn't had time to plant the corn, nor had she had time to tidy up the wild boar. In order to save time, it would be faster to ask Song Lin to buy it directly.

Song Lin was extremely surprised after hearing this: "Buy so much corn? We can't finish it."

Jian Zhizhi waved his hand, "Just go and buy it."

She saw the name Song Lin from the account book. The account book recorded that Song Lin helped with trivial matters such as running errands, delivering meals, and cooking. He should be the man hired back by the original shopkeeper.

Therefore, Jian Zhizhi didn't feel embarrassed when giving instructions.

Zhang Tong said before that he would see the grain tomorrow, and hoped that she would keep her word. I don't know if the tomorrow that Zhang Tong mentioned meant today.

However, Jian Zhizhi felt that if the food was not particularly difficult to prepare, it would be right to prepare the food he wanted earlier.

Just in case.

Song Lin was surprised: "Shopkeeper, do you want to donate it to the temple?"

Song Lin originally thought about going to Huguo Temple later to pay homage, but when he heard Jian Zhizhi's instructions, he was deeply moved. Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper didn't think he was making a fuss, and was still thinking of ways to reassure him.

It's just that most of the alms are in the form of porridge, and they give away corn...

Song Lin felt a little weird, but fortunately it was all food, so it seemed to be no problem.

Jian Zhizhi pouted and urged: "Go and buy it quickly. I want to go bye-bye later when I have nothing to do."

After Song Lin left, Jian Zhizhi frowned.

There is no famine in this place, and the items on the order should be easy to receive. She only needs to worry about whether the original owner's money is enough for her to squander, and there is no need to think too much about other things.

It was Zhang Tong who gave her a headache.

She didn't feel anything strange when Song Lin mentioned something strange in the shop before, she just thought it was because Song Lin was confused and saw it wrong.

But after knowing that her shop was No. [-], Qingping Lane, Jian Zhizhi didn't think so.

If there were no accidents, what Song Lin saw was probably Zhang Tong.

Thinking of this, Jian Zhizhi trembled unconsciously, and felt even more puzzled.

What's going on with this shop? Can it accept any order?

How eclectic!
It seems useless to think so much. What else can she do if she has already taken the order?
Although he thought so, a thought suddenly came to Jian Zhizhi's mind:
I don’t know what will happen if I cancel the order?
Jian Zhizhi saw that more and more people were coming and going outside, but no one came in, so he went to the backyard to prepare the things on the list.

First I caught a chicken and tied it up, then went to the warehouse to load fifty kilograms of rice.

After simply packing up his things, Jian Zhizhi looked at the bottomed sack and muttered:
"There's no sack left."

I guess it was almost used when I was celebrating my birthday.

In other words, she needs to prepare her own sacks, otherwise she will have nothing to hold the food in.

Speaking of which, when we were settling the wages for Xiaohe, how did we get the sack so small?

Is it possible that the backyard can be cut by oneself?

Jian Zhizhi rolled his eyes, looked around the entire warehouse and sighed regretfully.

This backyard is truly magical.

If only hers.

If she had such a good thing, after returning home, if the leader dared to scold her or her planning, she would throw the document directly in his face.

Jian Zhizhi took his things and went out, but Song Lin hadn't come back yet.With so much corn, it would probably take a while. Jian Zhizhi stood at the door and looked outside, wanting to take a walk.

In addition to Zhang Tong's list, she also has many orders and orders.

"Shopkeeper Jian, there's a lot of excitement over at Huguo Temple. I'm afraid there won't be much business today. How about we go over there and take a look?"

Jian Zhizhi followed the sound and found a dry goods store.

The person who called her was probably the female shopkeeper who was picking peanuts with a dustpan. Judging from her age, she must be in her late forties.

There was a child lying next to the bench where the aunt was sitting. When Jian Zhizhi looked over, he met his curious eyes.

Jian Zhizhi originally wanted to go out and have a look, and ask who had a large number of poultry for sale. Now when he heard the aunt mention Huguo Temple, Jian Zhizhi immediately thought of Zhang Tong.

It’s a good idea to go take a look and feel at ease.

Jian Zhizhi nodded: "Please wait a moment, I'll get something."

When the aunt saw Jian Zhizhi, she agreed and said happily:

"Okay, I'll prepare some tributes and some incense."

Jian Zhizhi paused when she heard this. She must bring something with her.

It doesn't seem like it would be feasible to go in empty-handed.

Jian Zhizhi hesitated for a moment, but still did not turn around and call the aunt next door for help.

Jian Zhizhi first left a letter to Song Lin, then looked at the things in his shop, and thought about it and pulled out a bag of rice.

She was going to give a bag of rice to the host to help him make porridge, and it shouldn't be a problem to buy incense from the host at that time.

The rice in the sack was a bit heavy. When Jian Zhizhi dragged it out, he checked the weight and found that it weighed about seventy or eighty kilograms.

this weight...

Jian Zhizhi felt that he might have to work hard to carry it up. Even if he did it now, he probably wouldn't be able to carry it to the temple.

"Zhizhi, are you okay?"

Outside the shop, the aunt next door was already urging me.

In desperation, Jian Zhizhi gave up taking the rice and turned around to take some silver from the counter and put it on his body.

When the aunt next door saw Jian Zhizhi coming out empty-handed, she was stunned for a moment and reminded her tactfully:
"Don't you bring something?"

Jian Zhizhi smiled sheepishly at her, "This happened suddenly. I didn't have any preparations at home. I originally wanted to donate a bag of rice, but found that I couldn't carry it, so I thought about donating some sesame oil money."

When the aunt heard this and saw Jian Zhizhi's body, she understood a little and asked:

"Then I'll prepare some fruit for you when I go back?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Zhizhi said, "It's a shame, auntie. If you buy rice from me later, I'll give you a discount."

But the aunt just laughed and said, "Okay, I'll buy it from you when I get back."

Jian Zhizhi grinned, took the fruit basket from her aunt, and waited for her to go back and prepare fruits for herself.

After the aunt left, the child waiting with Jian Zhizhi suddenly tilted his head and asked in confusion:

"Sister, why doesn't he help you get something?"

Who?
Jian Zhizhi was confused by the question and looked at the little guy doubtfully.

The little guy saw that Jian Zhizhi looked confused, as if he didn't understand what he said, so he couldn't help but ask again:
"Can't this uncle even lift it?"

It's normal for Sister Jian to be a girl and not be able to lift it, but this uncle looks so old, he should be very strong.

Jian Zhizhi saw the little guy in front of him looking at him with a little disgust...

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