"By the way, Liu Lin, do you have any acquaintances in town? Where should we put the bicycle?" Jian Xining asked.

"Just put it at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative. It'll be fine." Liu Lin said, "My dad puts it here every time."

"Okay." Jian Xining nodded, propped up the car, locked it, and then said to Liu Lin: "I don't want to buy meat. You can queue up to buy meat first. When we go back, we will meet here."

"What are you doing?" Liu Lin asked.

"I'll go somewhere else."

"Okay." Liu Lin didn't ask any more questions, turned around and headed towards the place where the meat was sold.

Jian Xining checked the bicycle lock again before turning and leaving.

She went straight to Uncle Zhang's scrap station.

The main purpose of her coming to town today was to find some wine bottles. The bakery she was going to build needed wine bottles as insulation.

But when she ran over happily, she found that the door here was locked and Uncle Zhang was not there.

She lingered at the door for a long time without waiting for anyone to come. She could only ask the neighbors.

The neighbor was a kind-looking aunt. Seeing Jian Xi Ning's beauty, she enthusiastically said to her: "Uncle Zhang won't go to work today. He is moving today."

"Oh, thank you, Auntie." Jian Xining thanked her immediately, her apricot eyes clear and bright, looking pure and beautiful.

The aunt said to herself: "What a charming girl."

Jian Xining asked again: "Auntie, do you know where Uncle Zhang lives?"

"Go forward from here, turn right at the end, and go to the third house from the left. He is moving. There are a lot of things piled at the door. You can see it at a glance." The aunt was still enthusiastic.

Jian Xining thanked her again, and just as she turned to leave, the aunt stopped her again, "Oh, little girl, wait a moment."

Jian Xining turned around suspiciously. The aunt smiled even more kindly and asked, "Miss, where are you from? How old are you this year? Do you have a partner?"

As soon as Jian Xining heard this, she knew what this aunt meant. Most likely she wanted to introduce someone to her. She smiled and said: "Aunt, my baby is three years old."

"Ah?" the aunt exclaimed, "She looks quite young, getting married so early."

"Yeah, get married early." Jian Xining nodded vigorously.

The aunt sighed sadly and said no more.

Jian Xining turned around and was about to go find Uncle Zhang, but when she turned around, she saw Qin Zheng pulling a cart that was piled with things. He looked at her deeply, with a half-smile on his lips. radian.

Jian Xining clenched her little hand hanging by her side, feeling a little embarrassed. Why did she always bump into Qin Zheng every time she talked nonsense?

She was afraid that Qin Zheng would expose her, so she coughed lightly, ran over and said, "Hey, what are you pulling? Where are you pulling? Let me push it for you."

So she quickly pushed Qin Zheng from behind. Qin Zheng didn't say anything, but bent over and pulled forward hard.

After pulling across two streets and entering a family compound, Uncle Zhang came out to welcome him, "Come on, come this way, turn the car around, and make the shaft face that way."

Qin Zheng followed Uncle Zhang's instructions and turned the cart in a circle.

Uncle Zhang directed him again, "Okay, okay, put down the carriage and move it into the house. There should be three more cars, right?"

"Yeah." Qin Zheng nodded, reached over, picked up a cabinet, carried it on his back, and walked in. His feet were still limping. The blood on his pants had dried, but it became clearer.

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