Everyone watched, green with envy.
It was one thing to get a reward, but there was also prize money and this mug.
You needed coupons to buy a mug like this, and coupons were hard to come by.
The crucial part was that it was a gift from the leadership—it was an honor.
The accountant then handed Gu Jiaojiao the distributed money and wrote out a slip for them to go collect their grain.
They didn't have much grain, so it was bagged up in no time.
Just then, Zhao Tiezhu arrived, pushing a flatbed cart.
Seeing Leng Yuan effortlessly carrying two sacks of grain in just one hand...
It was terrifying.
As a man, even he felt a little inadequate watching him.
Aunt Zhao kicked Zhao Tiezhu, who finally snapped out of it and hurried forward. "I-I'll help you."
Leng Yuan shook his head, tossing the sacks onto the cart in one go. He then shifted his body and loaded the sacks from his other hand on as well.
Gu Jiaojiao was almost completely captivated.
