The next morning, Liu Qingshan got into the cab of the Great Liberation with full harvest.

The driver was senior master Li Zhong, and the car behind was driven by his son Li Guoxin. Sisters Zhang Zhaodi and Zhang Lianti were also sitting in the car.

These two girls had been out for a while, so they happened to drop by and take a look.

There was also Zhang Dalu, the grandson of the old party secretary. Although Xiao Danzi was ambitious and not very homesick, he was also dragged into the car by Zhang Liandi.

First I went to the winery to load the lees, then I went to the guest house to load Liu Qingshan's things into the car, and finally I went to Baidu to load the sewing machine into the car.

When they saw the brand new sewing machine, Zhaodi and her sisters' eyes lit up.

In rural areas these days, it is definitely the dream of every young person to have a complete set of wedding rings when getting married. Only those from very well-off families can have this ability.

As for TV sets and refrigerators that have just become popular in the past two years, I don’t even dare to think about them.

You know, there is only a 12-inch black and white small TV in the entire Qingshan Commune, which is locked in a big iron shelf in the commune cultural station all day long, like a safe.

Only when important meetings are held above, commune cadres and the masses will be organized to watch.

"Zhaodi, when we get married, I will also buy you a sewing machine."

Li Guoxin came close to Zhang Zhaodi and whispered, but Liu Qingshan's ears were thwarted and he still heard it.

"Whoever cares about your sewing machine will marry you!"

Zhang Zhaodi shook her pigtails and got into the cab first, her face flushed.
Chapter completed!