"Don't even think about it, you can only eat it during festivals and holidays."
Mo Jingchun, as the boss of the company, can't hog all the cured pork he's acquired.
With so many management staff, dividing it among everyone means it will quickly disappear.
Besides, no matter how delicious something is, if you eat it every day, you'll inevitably get sick of it.
As Little Candy was eating her greens, she exclaimed.
"Ah? What a pity, Guoguo thought she could eat dark cured pork every day."
"Hmm... but the vegetables are tasty too."
In a few days, the villagers' pockets in the mountains began to bulge.
In the county seat, the village chief nervously looked at the leaders with the statistical data in hand.
Whether the village can have a public bus depends on this moment.
The village chief's expectations weren't high; having one bus come and go each day would be enough.
More than that wouldn't be much use.
