Chapter 1217: Picking Up Xibao 4
Upon mentioning this, Lu’s father added, "Hu Ping said, their land is fertile, and the recent harvests have been even better than ours, with high grain yield. They now have enough grain."
Of course, having enough grain merely meant not lacking it; whether they could eat their fill was another matter.
The adults in Wanglou Brigade were allocated 450 jin of unprocessed grain per year, which, outwardly, meant they had enough grain. But without any side dishes, it meant an adult could not be fully satiated with 450 jin of unprocessed grain alone.
Feng Qingxue did not hesitate to say to Lu Jiang, "Don’t forget to buy some expensive goods to send separately to Hu Ping next time you have the chance."
After all, favors were a two-way street, that lasted through the ages.
Lu Jiang nodded, but then saw his father rummaging through his luggage for clothes, "Dad, what are you looking for?"
"I received something from Comrade Hu Ping before New Year, and I replied to him right away, asking him to quietly collect some wild ginseng for us. He didn’t have any, so he asked the local elders if they did. At the beginning of this month, he sent them to me, and I brought them over for you."
He found a red cloth package and handed it to his son, then whispered, "You previously mentioned that Xiaoxue is pregnant with twins. I thought that giving birth to twins would definitely drain her energy, so I wanted to get some ginseng for her to replenish it. How to use the ginseng, Xiaoxue is more knowledgeable than I am. Hu Ping didn’t have any; he collected it privately from local elders. They asked for money, and it cost a total of three hundred bucks, which I sent over before boarding the bus."
Feng Qingxue, carrying a child on her back, opened the package and her eyes widened, "Seven liang for regular ginseng, but eight liang for precious. Dad, these two ginseng roots you brought are definitely precious!" They were even better than what Hu Ping had procured before, perfectly shaped, showing the owner’s skill in processing.
Lu’s father smiled faintly, "We should thank Comrade Hu Ping."