Wang Xiang immediately said, "Alright, I’ll go bring them back for you this morning. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to pick out some good ones."
Mrs. Fu quickly thanked her. "Thank you so much, my dear. How much is it? Let me give you the money first—"
"They’re one yuan per chick, so for ten, it’ll be ten yuan."
"Okay. I’ll go inside and get it for you. By the way, dear, do you know anyone who’s trading laying hens? We want to get two."
"Two hens, you say? I’ll ask around for you. If no one in the family compound is trading, I’ll go ask the villagers in the next village over. They should have some."
"It’d be even better if you have ration tickets. The villagers prefer all sorts of tickets."
The military issued ration tickets, but the villages didn’t. That’s why many villagers liked to trade with them.
"I can do that. Thanks for your help, dear."
Wang Xiang smiled and waved her hand. "It’s no problem. How could this be any trouble? We’re neighbors, after all."
Mrs. Fu was very happy to have such a good neighbor.
’If her neighbors on both sides were like that old crone from the Hao family, living here would be miserable.’
She went back inside, got ten yuan, and gave it to Wang Xiang.
Wang Xiang also gave Mrs. Fu some scallions from her home to plant, along with a packet of vegetable seeds.
This made Mrs. Fu very happy.
By noon, Wang Xiang had not only brought her the ten chicks but had also delivered two hens.
Mrs. Fu was absolutely delighted.
She quickly asked how much she owed and gave the money to Wang Xiang.
She also gave Wang Xiang six of the meat buns she had made that morning.
"Auntie, I can’t accept these."
"Take them. Let your kids have a taste. Didn’t you say we were neighbors? You were such a big help this morning, so what’s wrong with me giving your kids a few buns? If you don’t take them, I’ll get upset."
Seeing this, Wang Xiang had no choice but to accept them.
"Thank you, Auntie!"
"Don’t mention it."


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