The Peasant Wife Has a Space

In this day and age, white flour steamed buns are such a good thing, the old man can't remember how long he hasn't eaten refined grains.

Needless to say, the preciousness of white flour buns is too tempting for people who are often hungry.

In addition, his little grandson had just suffered from an illness, and there was no delicious food at home to supplement his body. With these two white flour steamed buns, he could keep it back for his little grandson to eat. Refined grains are always better than coarse grains.

The old man excitedly thanked Zhao Xiulan, "Girl, thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Grandpa, you're welcome."

Be kind to others, be kind to yourself.

If the old grandfather hadn't been kind and brought her to the county town, Zhao Xiulan would not have given him two steamed buns to repay him.

After all, love is mutual, and you can expect others to treat you well if you treat others well.

After separating from the old man, Zhao Xiulan did not go to the black market immediately, but went to the supply and marketing cooperative first.

Seeing that the pot at Aunt Chen's house was too broken, and where could it be used, Zhao Xiulan was going to buy a pot for Aunt Chen and send it over.

The last time I went to the supply and marketing agency, Zhao Xiulan remembered the salesperson's arrogant attitude, so Zhao Xiulan was too lazy to go without going to the supply and marketing agency.

This time, the salesperson's attitude surprised Zhao Xiulan, because it really improved a lot.

Seeing Zhao Xiulan come in, the salesperson greeted me very attentively, "Comrade, what do you want to buy? Tell me what you need!"

The sales clerk's sudden change of attitude made Zhao Xiulan frown, wondering if the sales clerk made a mistake.

If you don't pay attention to people for a while, and then you are so enthusiastic for a while, is this person fine?

Being stared at by Zhao Xiulan like this, the salesman smiled awkwardly, a little nervous.

The salesperson remembered the words that Zhao Xiulan said against Liu Xiaohong last time, for fear that Zhao Xiulan would be dissatisfied with what she entertained this time, and Zhao Xiulan would have to make trouble again.

In the end, she lost her job, so who should she cry for?

The salesperson wiped the sweat on his forehead and continued to politely ask Zhao Xiulan, "Comrade, do you have anything to buy?"

Only then did Zhao Xiulan come back to her senses. She had to buy what she needed before she cared whether she was good or not.

Zhao Xiulan asked the salesperson, "Do you have an iron pot here?"

The salesperson responded immediately, "Yes! Comrade, which one do you need?"

The salesperson said, and took out several pots sold in the supply and marketing cooperative.

There are iron pans and aluminum pans.

In addition to the different materials, the pots of different materials are also large and small.

Choose what you need according to your needs.

Using too much aluminum pan is not good for people's health, so Zhao Xiulan jumped over and chose an iron pan.

As for the size, Zhao Xiulan chose a slightly larger pot.

A large pot is always better than a small pot. You can cook less or more. If you buy a small pot directly, you can only burn so many things.

In terms of price, the big pot is definitely more expensive than the small pot.

Zhao Xiulan pointed at the selected pot and said, "How much is this pot?"

"This one costs four yuan, plus a four-dollar industrial coupon!"

Compared with the prices of other things in this era, the price of iron pots is slightly higher.

Since the country's iron and steel resources are not many, most of them are invested in the country's construction, and the resources for making these daily-needed iron products are much less, and the price of an iron pot is so expensive.