In the time it takes to smoke two cigarettes, 300 pounds of rice and flour are in place.
"Zhuzi, are you checking the loading?"
Zhang Su felt it was too fast when the two came back.
"No." Zhao Dezhu shook his head: "It's all ready in the warehouse."
"Boss Zhang rest assured, this grain is all new rice and flour from this year, guaranteed to be fragrant!" Ma Changshou quickly explained.
"Bozai, check the goods!"
Zhang Su nodded at Lu Yubo.
"Haha, alright!"
Lu Yubo got excited.
When he pulled out the grain sampler, the folks from West Camp Village shrank their brains, what kind of squad is this, that carries such things?
Zhang Su's mouth twitched, quickly stopping Lu Yubo, saying, "Are you crazy, what do you use this thing for, if you stick it into the rice and flour, are we still going to eat it!"
"Oh, that's right!"
