Zhang Guoqing jogged all the way home, hurriedly greeting many familiar faces as he passed by, and finally unlocking the gate, letting out a long breath. People back home were indeed enthusiastic!
Standing in the yard, he immediately spotted the cart piled high inside. There was no way he could miss it, it was so conspicuous.
Zhang Guoqing noticed some noise from the kitchen and knew without thinking that his wife was storing things in the cellar again. Remembering the food coupons his father held, he grinned.
They really were a family that never stopped bustling!
In the kitchen, Zhou Jiao had just come up from the basement. Seeing him, she smiled and said, "Besides daily necessities, I put five bags of flour and two bags of rice. I dare not store more; our dad might sell them again through his godfather."
"Five bags of flour are two hundred and fifty pounds, still too much. He'll sell them," Zhang Guoqing chuckled helplessly.
