Zhou Xiaozheng admired quietly, this person is really nice, and it's really fresh grain. There's not a single grain of sand mixed in the rice. For this quality, in the city, it's either special-grade or first-grade rice, priced at no less than 0.18 yuan. The flour also has a fragrant wheat smell.
"Brother, I've checked, all good, shall we load them directly onto the truck?"
Liu Sanyuan nodded and said to Captain Liu, "Old brother, have someone help us load them up. My Brother Zhou's truck will take 400 pounds of rice and flour. My truck will take 200 pounds. The money goes to the accountant, right?"
Captain Liu called in two people and instructed them to load the checked rice and flour onto the truck, "Remember, a small truck with 400 pounds, 200 pounds each of rice and flour, don't mix them up."
