Rebirth of the times, a top-level boss joins the national team

Nanny Jia Hui said, "I actually heard that grain is being sold at exorbitant prices on the black market. Many people are vying to buy it but can't even get it. Also, peanut oil and rapeseed oil are being sold at exorbitant prices, and some people are still trying to buy them.

We said it was just a gimmick and the product must be bad.”

Tu Shan smiled and said, "That's not a gimmick, it's really good. I'm selling it. But you don't have to rush to grab it. I'll give it to you after you finish eating it."

And the price is not high, just follow the market price."

Aunt Wei smiled and said, "You are not afraid of being at a disadvantage."

"No loss," she was doing business with no capital investment, so how could she lose money?

Zong Zheng Guotai narrowed his eyes deliberately: "You just revealed your dealings with the black market, aren't you afraid that we will report you?"

"Don't be afraid, you can't beat me."

"Girl, sometimes it's not the fists that are scary."

Tu Shan smiled like a little devil: "I'm powerful, and it's not just my fists."

The two people's eyes met in mid-air, and flames flew everywhere.

Jia Hui couldn't bear it anymore and subconsciously took a step back.

The old man interrupted them with a smile: "What's your name? Where do you live? Who else is at home?"

Tu Shan retracted her gaze and acted like a heartless fool again: "Tu... Third sister, my name is Tu Sanmei, I live in Huanglin District, North District, you can go there to find me if you have any problems. My husband is the only one at home, but he is not at home."

Everyone raised their eyebrows calmly, and the old man smiled and said, "You're already married? I didn't realize it.

My last name is Zong Zheng, so you can just call me Grandpa Zong Zheng, and you can call this one Grandpa Ming."

Tu Shan had no idea about the surnames of aristocratic families. Although she knew the old man was not simple, she had no idea of ​​the details, and she didn't get any useful information from the surname. "Oh, hello, old men, what dishes do you usually like to eat? I'll see if I can get them for you."

Old Master Zong Zheng smiled and said, "As I get older, I like to eat soft things. We usually like tofu. Tofu tastes good no matter how it's cooked."

Tofu? Tu Shan thought about it. She didn't have any bean seeds, but she could ask the Yang family to help her get some. "Okay, I'll send you some soybeans some other day. Tofu is good for you. It can supplement your protein."

Okay, I'll help you put the food in the kitchen. I have to go back to work. If you need anything, you can tell me and I'll do my best to get it for you."

The five people in the yard watched Tu Shan carry a bag of grain into the kitchen easily. If the door wasn't too small, she might have carried the cart directly in.

"Miss Tu, how much food is here?" Aunt Wei followed her in and out like a curious baby.

"You ordered peanuts earlier, 1,000 kilograms, rapeseed 500 kilograms, barley and rice 100 kilograms each, greens 10 kilograms, and potatoes 50 kilograms. The greens and potatoes are free, so just give me 580 yuan. If you don't have that much cash, gold bars or something will do. I can also buy on credit."

Aunt Wei was amused. This girl was really generous, and her attitude towards settling accounts was also very clear.

"I don't have that much at home. I'll give you more next time you come."

Tu Shan didn't care. She put her things away and was about to leave. It was almost seven o'clock and the criminal police team would start work at eight o'clock. She also wanted to have breakfast.

"No problem. Oh, by the way, I think something's wrong with that sister from the family. Uncle Smiley, go take a look when you have time."

Zong Zheng Guotai... In his entire life, this was the first time someone dared to call him a nickname to his face, and did so unscrupulously.

I was so angry that I laughed: "What sister from the same family?"

Aunt Wei wiped away the tears of laughter and said, "Uncle Xiaomimi, my sister is the nanny that the Duan family found for Mr. Duan. We met her when we just came back.

But girl, how did you tell that something was wrong with her? "In her opinion, she was a simple girl who had gone through a lot of hardships.

Tu Shan straightened her back proudly: "A hardworking, simple, unsophisticated country girl who looks older than her actual age, with a tragic life story and a strong and unyielding personality, reacted too indifferently and silently when she saw her savior, her sister, fighting with others.

With her personality, she should be panicked, wanting to persuade but not daring to, and getting anxious and furious.

Also, for the truly lower-class people, it is their backs that are hunched, not their necks. In her case, only her neck is bent.

The hand bones of people who do farm work are very rough. Not only do they have a few calluses on them, but there is also some mud hidden between the nails.

Her steps were too uniform, her facial expressions too rigid, and even her hair was too black and smooth. People with pale complexions and thin bodies don't have hair like that."

Tu Shan stuck her head, which had hair like dry straw, in front of a few people as an example.

The most important thing is that Tu Shan smelled blood on her. People who have struggled in the end times are very sensitive to the smell of blood. People who have killed people can judge by instinct what kind of people they have killed.

How could a girl who suffered in the countryside have the blood of innocent people on her hands?

After hearing Tu Shan's organized and logical speech, several people couldn't help but take it seriously.

Zong Zheng Guotai said seriously, "I'll have someone investigate."

Tu Shan waved goodbye and left.

Jia Hui hurriedly chased after him: "Girl Tu, the old man said you were going to work, and you came out so early to deliver food, you must not have eaten. This was made this morning, take it as a cushion."

It was a big white bun, as big as a fist. Tu Shan smiled so hard that her teeth couldn't see her eyes: "Thank you, Auntie, thank you, Grandpa. I'm leaving now."

Pushing the cart with one hand and chewing a bun with the other, Tu Shan was jumping and skipping as she walked, which made Jia Hui laugh a lot.

In the yard, Ming Zhan remained expressionless: "I'll go check it out again."

The Tu Sanmei they met today didn't resemble the one in the information at all, so they had to doubt the results of the investigation.

Zong Zhenghua's eyes were deep. He really needed to investigate. Even if their information was inaccurate, it was impossible that none of it matched.

Besides, with a girl like that, it is impossible for her to remain unknown and infamous.

That girl is not the type to let anyone throw dirty water at her.

And where does this food come from?

"Cough cough cough..." The old man coughed desperately, as if he was going to cough out his lungs, and his old body was shaking.

Several people were very frightened and rushed over to give the old man medicine and water. It took a long time for the old man to recover.

In just a short while, I felt much less energetic and spirited.

He sighed and said, "Don't worry, you won't die anytime soon."

Ming Zhan frowned and said, "I'll go to the black market to see if there are any good herbs. Doctor Chu said that we only need three herbs."

The old man waved his hand and said, "Life and death are determined by fate. I've lived to this age, and that's enough."

"Dad." Zong Zheng Guotai called in a deep voice.

The old man sighed and said nothing more.

Tu Shan had already happily arrived at the criminal police team. On her way there, she even stopped at a state-owned restaurant and bought ten big steamed buns. The two big buns Jia Hui gave her were of no use at all.

But she only ate the last bit of the two buns and ten steamed buns, so fortunately she was content.

"Uncle Man, I'll leave the cart with you. Please keep an eye on it for me."

When Mr. Man saw Tu Shan, he chased after her with a smile: "Girl, I heard you came to work here too? Is that okay?"

Tu Shan narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Not bad, not bad, thanks to the leader's appreciation."

Uncle Man was very happy: "Girl is still modest, but your peanuts are really good. My family secretly squeezed some oil. Guess what happened?"

Tu Shan cooperated and moved closer: "What's the matter?"

Uncle Man said mysteriously, "One pound produces seven ounces of oil. Girl, do you know what this means?"

Tu Shan shook her head.

Uncle Man said with a look of longing, hope and excitement: "If this kind of peanuts is promoted nationwide, none of us will lack oil to eat anymore."

Tu Shan laughed dryly: "Uncle, forget it, it won't work."

The old man was anxious: "Why?"

Tu Shan: Because it was grown with supernatural powers.

"Uncle, thank you for taking care of the car."

Uncle Man sighed as he looked at Tu Shan's back. Really, if it could be promoted, it would be a great thing that would benefit the country and the people.