Rong Yan pushed the bicycle away and found a deserted dead-end street, the same place she had been before.
After making sure no one was around, she put the already prepared rice and flour bags directly on the rear seat of her bicycle.
When she came out again... Old Wang hurried over to greet her.
"Big sister, what's the matter, just you by yourself? I should have helped you carry these just now."
"No problem, I am strong," Rong Yan pointed to the goods on the rear seat of the bicycle, "Let's weigh them first, one hundred pounds per bag."
"Ah, okay, these cloth bags look really nice. Do they come with it?" Old Wang liked these types of cloth bags for holding rice.
They looked quite good.
"If you want them, then you won't get the extra pounds for free," Rong Yan shrewdly said.
Old Wang: ...
"Then I'll take the cloth bags!"
He really liked these cloth bags and after comparing, he found they were slightly better deal.
"Weigh them!" Rong Yan said.
