Song Zhiwei put the basket on her back and touched her belly. She drank a little too much water. She borrowed a toilet from a nearby store to meet her physiological needs. She also bought a steamed bun and ate it while walking to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Business at the supply and marketing cooperative was average at noon. Song Zhiwei stretched her head and took a look. The arrogant and domineering salesperson was gone, and only Xiaoli was playing with the abacus ...