Chapter 1189 (1/2)

Xiaobao picked up a piece of mud on the ground and threw it at Jinshan. ”Good thief! You said someone else was a thief. It turned out that you were the thief. You turned over the wall of our backyard. To be honest, do you want to come to our house to steal vegetables?”

Jinshan looked at the direction of the mud and wanted to escape, but the mud seemed to have eyes. He couldn't escape at all. He was covered with mud on his face.

I can't see my nose, eyes and mouth.

Everyone laughed, and even Lord Lizheng didn't say a word.

Jinshan wiped the mud on his face and scolded, ”you foreign son, are you trying to die?”

This time, Xiaobao didn't have to do it. Xiaobao winked. Several other members of Xiaobao's brothers followed Xiaobao's example, picked up mud from the ground and smashed Jinshan all over.

Jinshan is very embarrassed.

”Lord Lizheng, even if their family grows vegetables well, the rice noodles and the like are overdue!”

Huan Qinyan glanced at him, and Jinshan was so guilty that he bowed his head.

Huan Qingyan took them to the warehouse in the backyard again.

The warehouse is very clean and dry without any peculiar smell.

Wooden shelves and tables were placed on the walls on both sides, with more than a dozen bags of rice and flour piled on the shelves.

The old man Li Zheng checked it and it was very fresh.

The rice grains are full, hard, and pure in color. The grains are crystal clear, and there is a unique smell of green leaves.

The flour is also white and delicate, such as milk fat. It is completely loose and does not bond at all. When you twist it with your fingers, you can't feel the friction of particles. It's a good surface.

Huan Qingyan said, ”these are the flour and rice we bought when we first moved to nameless town. Now after more than three months, we have kept them well. There should be no problem. What do you think?”

Lord Li Zheng nodded again and again. The flour and rice were much better than what he saw on weekdays.