What this person said is not unreasonable. The food prices are rising sharply now. Two cents are expensive, but at least there is still some food in it. Since the child had eaten millet porridge for a period of time, he has not eaten food for a long time.

After thinking for a few minutes, Zhuo Dajun bought steamed buns worth one dollar, two cents, and twenty dollars per dollar. In addition, the two people said they wanted to give, there were twenty-two of them in total. The warm steamed buns were packed with a cloth bag for him and given them to him. He smelled the fragrant food, and he swallowed several times, but in the end he was unable to bear to eat one.

After spending six dollars, there was still five dollars left. With the five dollars in hand, he was about to walk home with his own bamboo basket on his back when he was suddenly stopped by an old man.

"Oh, fellow villager, comrade, weren't you kind-hearted person who went to our family compound that day?"

Zhuo Dajun was walking with his head down, and suddenly heard someone greeting him. When he looked up, he was holding his arm enthusiastically, as if he was afraid that he would leave.

He frowned slightly, obviously unable to remember who this person was, the old man hurriedly said.

"You forgot? Wenbo Road Office Family Court, you didn't save Lao Zhao and his wife? You were still carrying your little daughter at that time!"

Zhuo Dajun slapped his head suddenly: "Ah, it turns out to be you, uncle. What a coincidence, I met you here."

"Yes, yes, it's a coincidence. You don't know. Old Zhao and his wife have been looking for you. That day you told me the name of your village, but I am old and have a bad memory. I didn't remember it. By the way, which village is from you?"

"Uncle, isn't it okay for Mr. Zhao?"

"Oh, your aunt has been discharged from the hospital. Now my son has taken Lao Huo to the city to live in. Before leaving, he was talking about you, the great benefactor!"

Zhuo Dajun waved his hand, "It's just a little effort. Uncle, you're polite. What, I still have to hurry up and just want to leave. Let's talk back!"

Unexpectedly, the neighbor’s uncle pulled his arm and refused to let him go: “No, you must leave a name or address, otherwise I will not be able to explain.”

"Oh, it's not that exaggerating. I'm really passing by. Anyone who sees it will stretch my hands. Don't say it seems like I'm so great. Okay, it's getting late. I really have to rush back to get steamed buns for my daughter. Goodbye!"

Zhuo Dajun was very strong and pulled the old man off his arm, and then left without looking back, which made the old man angry.

"You're so mean, this is a good thing, why don't you put it in your heart at all!"

This scene happened to be seen by Caimai, but Caimai was still a relative of the old man. He asked a few questions and the whole story became clear.

"Uncle, there is something else. Oh, that's a coincidence. I know where this person lives. He is in Ximu Village below. His name is Zhuo Dajun, and he is a carpenter. I just salvaged some river food and came to our restaurant to sell it!"

Zhuo Dajun, the neighbor of Ximu Village, carefully wrote down these two key points and then said to the purchasing agent.

"Come on, I'll give your aunt a bowl of buckles and take them away. She likes the buckles here. I'm here today. Today, my visitor asked me to come here to buy them."

"Okay, uncle, please wait, I'll give it to you now."

"Well, give it, this is a 80-cent dollar. Our relatives will be relatives, what should we do or what should we do."
Chapter completed!