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Li Manjun raised his hand and gave Li Jianjun a slap in the face, "Don't make trouble, little brat, drink your drink."

"That's right, little brat." Li Lijun followed, and Li Jianjun was so angry that he wanted to beat her, and the two siblings started to fight again.

"Li Lijun, who do you think you are? You just went to high school. Do you think you are an adult?"

Li Dawei said to Zhao Yong in a funny way: "The two siblings are now in the same place. Without them noisy, Manjun's mother and I are not used to it."

Wang Xiaojuan smiled and shouted in the kitchen: "Lijun, please give way to your brother, and we will fight as soon as we come back. You two must have been enemies in your previous life!"

Li Lijun rolled her eyes, "Why should I let him go? He is taller than me. Ladies first, it's his turn to let me go!"

Li Manjun put down everything, went into the kitchen to help Wang Xiaojuan, and blocked her mother's partial mouth.

Wang Xiaojuan knew how good she was at cooking and didn't expect her to do anything. Besides, she was already done with all the work in the kitchen, so she asked her to stand by and talk to him.

While chatting, Wang Xiaojuan mentioned her hometown. She quickly glanced at the living room and saw that Li Dawei and her son-in-law were talking and didn't pay attention. She turned around and said to Li Manjun: "The village is about to receive food."

Li Manjun looked at her mother puzzled, what happened to the food supply?

After the autumn harvest every year, farmers must submit the grain to the grain bureau according to a quota, which is equivalent to grain tax.

This situation has continued since ancient times. Until the country announced the abolition of grain taxes in 2006, farmers did not need to pay grain taxes.

Li Dalong's family cultivates all the fields in their hometown and needs to provide grain every year. In the past, they relied on people's backs and oxen to pull. Later, Li Daniu got a tractor. Old Li's family was always the first in the village to deliver grain.

Wang Xiaojuan saw her daughter's silly look and reminded her that she would know after listening to what her father said.

"Anyway, no matter what your father says, you must not promise to hear it, right?" Wang Xiaojuan warned worriedly.

When it comes to dealing with relatives in their hometown, mother and daughter are on the same front. Wang Xiaojuan said so. Li Manjun guessed that something bad was definitely going to happen and nodded.

"It's almost time. Turn off the power to the rice cooker and take it out." Wang Xiaojuan ordered Li Manjun and shouted to Li Lijun who was fighting in the yard: "Come in and get the bowls and chopsticks, get ready to eat."

Li Lijun slapped Li Jianjun on the arm and said, "Go ahead."

Li Jianjun glared at his sister angrily, "Let's go together!"

Together, together, Li Manjun snorted at him, and the two squeezed through a door and rushed into the kitchen.

"Be careful not to drop my bowl!" Wang Xiaojuan reminded angrily.

Chicken and duck are indispensable for festivals. Wang Xiaojuan stewed a chicken and fried a spicy blood-sauce duck. It was served with two stir-fried vegetables and two cold dishes. It was enough for six people. It was very rich.

Li Manjun, the three siblings all have strong tastes, and they ate the duck. This time, there was an extra duck leg in Li Manjun's bowl.

It was Wang Xiaojuan who brought them over. She and Li Lijun each had one duck leg, and the remaining two duck feet were given to Li Jianjun.

Because Li Jianjun likes to eat duck feet the most.

Li Lijun didn't feel anything. In the past, whenever she had two legs, she had one and would make trouble if she didn't give it to her. Both Wang Xiaojuan and Li Dawei were afraid of her making trouble, so they would leave the extra leg to her even if she was not around.

But in Li Manjun's memory, she only ate wings, regardless of her preference.

Li Manjun looked at the duck leg in the bowl and glanced at Wang Xiaojuan in surprise. She smiled at her and said, "Eat, don't you love duck legs the most?"

Li Manjun was quite flattered, and then there was a hint of bitterness in her heart. She didn't know whether it was her feeling or the remaining emotions from her original body.

It turned out that her parents knew that she liked to eat duck legs, but they had never left them for her before.

"Want some chicken soup? The chicken soup made by mom is much better than mine." Zhao Yong asked from the side. He noticed his wife's mood. Although he didn't know why, he seemed a little absent-minded.

Li Manjun nodded, and Zhao Yong immediately took an empty bowl and put it in front of her, "It's still a little hot, drink it after it cools down."

"Thank you." Li Manjun smiled lightly at him. She was fine. She was just a little surprised by her mother's change.

When Zhao Yong saw this, he felt relieved and picked up his teacup to drink with Li Dawei.

While drinking, Li Dawei suddenly asked: "Xiaoyong, are you free in the next two days?"

Zhao Yong asked in confusion: "Dad, what's the matter?"

Wang Xiaojuan gave her eldest daughter a piece of cold dish with chopsticks and winked at her. Li Manjun's ears immediately stood up.

Li Dawei seemed a little embarrassed to say it. He first talked about the bumper harvest in his hometown this year, and then talked about how after the autumn harvest, he and Wang Xiaojuan were busy working and looking after the store, so they were unable to go back to their hometown to help harvest rice.

Finally, the matter of food supply was mentioned.

"Your uncle's family has two boys, Daniel and Maverick. Maverick is still young, and Daniel has taken over the job again. He has been away from home for the past few days. He has to go to sell goods to others. There are only two old people at home. Your uncle is the only one responsible for loading grain. There is no tractor yet, so relying on people’s backs alone will delay the work for who knows how many days.”

Li Dawei glanced at Zhao Yong. Zhao Yong picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. He understood that his father-in-law probably wanted him to help load the food. Once the truck was pulled, it only took a morning.

Zhao Yong thought it was okay, this small favor would not affect anything.

Turning to look at Li Manjun, Li Manjun said with a smile: "It costs fifty yuan for a shipment, but since it's my uncle's house, I'll just charge twenty yuan."

Li Dawei glared at her helplessly, "Uncle, do you still want to collect money? It's just a small favor."

"It's just a small matter, then why don't they let Brother Daniu use a tractor to pull it?" Li Daniu obviously also owns a tractor. Isn't it more convenient to find his own son than his cousin's son-in-law?

Li Dawei: "Isn't it because Daniel can't find time? Your uncle didn't lie. Daniel is really not at home these days."

Li Manjun also wanted to say that Zhao Yong stopped him because it was just a small matter and it was not easy to argue with his elders.

"Dad, can you tell your uncle and see if it's the morning after tomorrow? I should be free the day after tomorrow and finish it in the morning."

Li Manjun hurriedly asked Li Dawei: "Is anyone going to give you a bag?"

Li Dawei said that the people in the village would help. He looked at Zhao Yong and smiled with satisfaction. He gave him some food and asked him to eat more. He got up and immediately called Li Dalong to inform him of the time.

Wang Xiaojuan stared at the back of her husband while he was talking on the phone and gave him a gouge look.

Turning around, he glared at Li Manjun again. He said he wouldn't agree, so why did he agree?

Li Manjun helplessly held his forehead and looked sideways at Zhao Yong. Zhao Yong hurriedly explained in a low voice, "The old man has a good face, especially in the village, and he doesn't waste any time."

"They won't thank you for this." She just knew that if she helped these people, they would take it for granted. If she didn't do well, she would complain, so she didn't want to talk to them.

In fact, you don’t want their money or things, but you always need to say a word of thanks, right?

"For so many years, not a single bag of grain has been delivered to our home. When I need to buy fertilizer for spring plowing every year, I know to look for you!"

As soon as Li Dawei sat down happily after making the call, Wang Xiaojuan's voice appeared. Li Dawei laughed flatteringly and said, "I know you are the most generous, so I dare to agree."

Wang Xiaojuan rolled her eyes at him, was too lazy to say anything, and called her son-in-law, "Xiaoyong, eat more."

Zhao Yong nodded with a smile and put some food for his wife, "You should also eat more. Don't worry, no one can take advantage of your husband in vain. Just wait and see."

Li Manjun raised his eyebrows suspiciously, what does this mean?