Don't be too sweet

Chapter 1702 On the Agenda ([-])

Chapter 1702 On the Agenda ([-])
Mrs. Shang personally came to pick up the food box. Of course, she just mentioned it and handed it to the maid beside her.

"Thank you, Mrs. He," Mrs. Shang said softly.

Being so polite, Zhang Qiaoshou waved his hand in embarrassment: "Don't be so polite, I should thank you all."

"By the way, if you need anything, ask the maid to pass a message, and I will try my best to do it for you if I can," He Shanshan also reminded.

Although there was still an unresolved sadness between her brows, Mrs. Shang's expression softened even more.

"Definitely," Mrs. Shang replied with a smile. In fact, there is really something to bring, so why bother others?

After delivering the prepared food for more than [-] people, Zhang Qiao said to He Shanshan: "I look at Mrs. Shang's appearance, and I don't want to trouble us. I guess we should pay more attention in the future."

"Yes," He Shanshan nodded with a smile.

There is no way, she is her mother's favorite daughter, if her mother wants to say something, naturally she will read to her first, what a sweet burden.

The whole family moved in and lived together, and He Shanshan went out with a little peace of mind.

Regarding the commission for oil and the commission for exchanging people for food, this matter should be put on the agenda.

. . . . . .

into the night—

In the master bedroom—

He Shanshan nestled in Yang Jiu's arms, drawing circles on Yang Jiu's chest with her fingertips.

"The news about the price of oil for food was released, and I don't know if it stirred up a little bit of trouble," He Shanshan's hand movements were unconscious, and all her attention was on the things in her head.

Yang Jiu grabbed his daughter-in-law's mischievous hand, put it on her lips and kissed it, "It's just a formality."

Yang Jiu's words omitted a lot of content, but she knew her husband well, and she immediately understood the meaning of what her husband said.

"Good husband, share some of the rebate with parents, okay?" He Shanshan raised her head coquettishly.

"It's said to be a 'good' husband, and the freedom is left to the wife," Yang Jiu lowered his head and kissed his wife's mouth.

. . . . . .

Early the next morning—

He Shanshan has long wanted to pump oil into food, and after so many days of delay, it's time to act.

"Father and mother, the matter of oil pumping instead of food pumping should also be put on the agenda. I have something to do with Ah Jiu, so I need to leave Duofu Village for a while, is that okay?"

Sitting at the dinner table in the morning, He Shanshan brought up the topic.

Both Zhang Qiaoshou and He Xiangqian were startled.

Zhang Qiaoshou was reluctant to say: "At this special time, can...not go out?"

In particular, it refers to chicken plague.

"It's never a problem if things are procrastinating," He Shanshan shook her head, and then said, "Plus, we need food here, and there are still five months before the autumn harvest."

"I want to stabilize the situation here so that everyone can have food so that there will be no chaos, right?" He Guangming sighed.

She nodded. She knew that her elder brother had a clear mind and thought things through. Unfortunately, if he had been enlightened by studying earlier, he might have passed the exam for a scholar.

When Zhang Qiaoshou heard that what He Shanshan was doing was for the benefit of the country and the people, he no longer stopped him, but he repeatedly warned: "Be careful when you go out. You should wear more masks. Throw one away when necessary. Bring more clothes if you have them, and burn them if necessary..."

Zhang Qiaoshou is well-known in this family as a province, and she ate the dead chicken because she thought it was a waste to throw away the chicken, but for her like this, all these principles can be forgotten for her daughter.

He Shanshan listened patiently and responded from time to time.

(End of this chapter)