Three pounds?!
Fang Zhitong and the others exchanged glances, all finding it somewhat unbelievable.
Three pounds was truly a lot.
Especially when compared to their monthly pork supply of just two ounces, three pounds was indeed extravagantly generous.
This was meat, after all; nobody would refuse it.
Fang Zhitong wasn't foolish, naturally, he wouldn't decline and said, "No need to give it away, we won't take advantage of the brigade, we'll buy it with money."
In those days, people were highly conscious, and the other transport team members nodded in agreement.
Lin Fu waved his hand dismissively, a face that brooked no refusal.
"What advantage is there to talk of?"
"Isn't it taking advantage when we ask you all for help with transporting pigs?"
"Don't stand on ceremony, if you keep being so polite, we'll feel embarrassed to ask for your help next time."
Nobody is obligated to help anyone.
In human interactions, the most taboo thing is to take advantage of others.
