National Tide 1980.

Chapter 294

In the past, the proletarian masses never wore suits.

Who wears a suit?

Khrushchev wore suits, Eisenhower wore suits, capitalists wore suits, foreign compradors wore suits, traitors and devils wore suits, and only villains wore suits.

However, I'm afraid everyone has to admit that people in suits are indeed very energetic and refreshed.

Today, even a real villain can look like a good guy in a suit.

Even more confusing.

For example, today, at 05:30 in the afternoon, Ning Weimin is standing in the courtyard of No. 2 Faner Hutong.

If this kid doesn't take the initiative to show his philistine, doesn't show the filth in his soul, doesn't tell others how he takes advantage of the company, makes a fortune, and yearns for a decadent and depraved lifestyle.

Then everyone will definitely give him a thumbs up and regard him as the number one good person in the world.

Not for anything else, just because he not only looks good in a small suit, but also is so generous to his neighbors, he is really willing to part with it!

He actually piled up piles of clothes like a hill in the yard, and then wandered around the yard.

Call out all the female relatives of each household who are cooking or are cooking to pick out clothes, saying that they are free.

It's just that no one understands this situation at all.

How can the neighbors know what's going on if they leave so many clothes without thinking?

So the big guys naturally murmured, and no one really did it.

As a result, Ning Weimin was anxious and angry, and he kept urging him.

"Let's pick it, everyone, pick it quickly, what are you waiting for? Take it and wear it if it suits you, don't be too pretentious."

"Let me tell you, aunts and aunts, my sister-in-law Xiuzhi, what's the matter with you? Can you hurry up? Take it! I don't want money, so why don't you take it for free?"

"Hey, it's really exhausting my old nose. This is not a thief, it's an overstocked product I got back from the clothing factory, and I'll give you some small benefits..."

Seeing that everyone is still looking at each other.

Ning Weimin smashed his mouth, and couldn't help feeling a little bit sorry for his own character.

No way, in the end he could only ask Luo Guangliang to prove himself.

"You don't believe me? If you don't believe me, just ask Guangliang. He went to the factory to pull these clothes back for me today, and he even saw the factory manager... Don't you, third brother? I said third brother! What do you say? One sound!"

Ning Weimin shook his neck and greeted Luo Guangliang loudly.

But it has to be explained clearly, Ning Weimin didn't do anything to move the clothes just now, all pointing at Luo Guangliang to work hard alone.

Luo Guangliang unloaded all the clothes from the car, and put them into the courtyard in bundles, there were hundreds of them.

Although with his body, his muscles and legs would not be sore from exhaustion, but his mouth and tongue would inevitably dry up.

No, in order to quench his thirst, Luo Guangliang was pouring down the water pipe.

At this time, Ning Weimin went to greet him, it was absolutely difficult for him.

How could Luo Guangliang bother to answer this?

At most, I can only stretch my arms and wave my hands, which can be regarded as a response.

Fortunately, this simple gesture is enough, Luo Guangliang's credit seems to be stronger than Ning Weimin's.

The neighbors in No. 2 Yard finally exclaimed excitedly as if they had just understood.

"Minzi, you really want us to take it for nothing? Then... I will take it, really take it..." This is Aunt Mi.

"Oh, I dare you to understand. I said what happened to you today? Where is the joy of the past? You just choose quickly, and if you like it, get more. It's your face. Take it The more you have, the more you think highly of me."

Ning Weimin pretended to be exaggerated, and his mouth was sweet, which made Aunt Mi very happy.

But when she was about to pick and choose, Aunt Bian spoke again.

"My son, this is inappropriate. How can there be any reason to take other people's things for nothing? No matter what, you have to give them according to the purchase price..."

As the director of the neighborhood committee, Aunt Bian never takes advantage of others, and knows that there are not so many advantages in the world to take advantage of.

The old lady was kind, she was thinking of Ning Weimin.

It's just that after she said this, Li Xiuzhi, the daughter-in-law of the Bian family, and Aunt Luo also agreed, but the happy Aunt Mi froze.

Of course it’s embarrassing to take it for nothing, but it costs money, so the excitement is naturally different.

And seeing that the atmosphere that had just been stirred up was about to be destroyed by Aunt Bian, Ning Weimin hurriedly reiterated.

"Don't mind, don't mind, I will give it for nothing if I say it. Hey, my dear aunt. Will you give me back the money? Then do I have to pay for your meal? On weekdays, I will pay you for your favor. Less? Are you going to let me eat and drink in the future?"

Then he sniffed his nose deliberately, and said as if he smelled the fragrance.

"Ouch, I see. How dare you eat well at home today? No wonder you're lying to me?"

Aunt Bian was very angry and funny.

"Stinky boy, can you sing Lige Erleng with your aunt? It's just the Yinxiang stuffed buns that just arrived, and it's worth thinking about you so much? I'm still worried that the buns won't hold up if I want to eat them too much. Easy? You and Guang Liang will come here together in a while, and the aunt will take care of you."

Ning Weimin now has reason.

"That's right, we've been neighbors for many years, and we're like a family. I eat the buns you made, and you wear the clothes I got. Isn't that normal? You still have to ask me for money, as for Yes."

Then he climbed along the pole.

"Then what, Aunt Mi, there is still a bowl of porridge for the buns. I can smell your red bean porridge. How about it? It will be ready in a while, and you have to bring me and Guangliang a bowl of porridge, right? "

Aunt Mi naturally agreed.

"Yes, yes, I not only take care of the porridge, but also take care of the pickles, the pickled cucumbers I just bought from Liubiju..."

It is also a kind of fun to tease the neighbors.

This made everyone laugh uncontrollably, and the atmosphere returned to normal in an instant.

But this is not to say that Ning Weimin is not in a hurry, what makes him anxious is still to come.

Because everyone is happy when they are happy, and hands-on is hands-on.

But after all, with Aunt Bian's words in front, everyone behaved very restrained and couldn't let go.

The enthusiasm that Ning Weimin hoped to see did not appear at all.

Especially Aunt Luo, she just picked out a pink shirt for her daughter-in-law Miao Yujuan and was about to go home.

Where is this going?

So Ning Weimin could only intervene again.

"Aunt Luo, you don't give me face. Just take one? These are all brought back by your son. You are sorry for Guangliang's work this afternoon. At least you have to take Only twenty or thirty items will do..."

Afterwards, he turned around and greeted Luo Guangliang again, saying without any refutation.

"Third brother, my aunt sees me and doesn't treat me as a family. But you know, this thing is nothing to me. I entrust you with this matter. If you are troubled again, treat auntie Take the roll of clothes that my son picked out just now, and take them all home."

Nothing to say, just relying on this heroic energy, the words were astonishing, and the scene was shocked immediately.

Except for Luo Guangliang, everyone not only stopped their hands, but also widened their eyes.

All of those expressions looked like "knocked", as if Ning Weimin was not from this earth.

If nothing else, poverty limits imagination.

One person present is counted as one, who has seen such a thing given out?

Such a good clothes, co-authored can really be regarded as tattered!

Hey, Ma Sanli's cross talk "Opening a Congee Factory" is always playing in the chatterbox.

But who would have thought that a character like Ma Dashan really appeared in the No. 2 courtyard.

(End of this chapter)