Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 455 The First Frontier Trade 3
Pharaoh walked slowly, but firmly.It was as if his words were an alarm bell that would ring in Yang Geyong's heart.However, he thought too much, Yang Geyong, a rookie, didn't understand the meaning of his words at all.

Yang Dahai sighed and walked over: "Little brother, you have offended a big customer. Old Wang is a big seller here."

Yang Geyong didn't like to talk to this guy anymore. First of all, when he changed the batch of chocolates, he clearly saw it, but he didn't give any advice, and this old Wang came from his stall, so he didn't say a word.Although there may be reasons for him to interrupt, but he is unwilling to make such friends.

Seeing that Yang Geyong was unwilling to speak, Yang Dahai went back to his stall. It was just one o'clock at noon, and not only were there not fewer people in the market, but there were more people in the market.

Yang Geyong picked up a naan and gnawed it, and then several stall owners around looked at him.One of the 20-year-old Kazakh boys pointed to the naan in his hand: "Friend, can you sell me one?"

Yang Geyong feels close to the Kazakhs from the bottom of his heart.Not to mention Chi Naer, even during the months of wandering on the grassland, she ate and drank in Kazakh yurts.

He opened the bag and handed it to the young man: "Eat, what should I buy?"

The young man was very happy. He reached out and took out a naan and started to eat it.I choked on a few mouthfuls, ran back to my stall and got a leather pouch and a small wooden bowl, then poured out a bowl of yogurt, broke off a piece of naan, dipped it in the yogurt, and put it in my mouth. Only then did he smile with satisfaction.

He pushed the bowl towards Yang Geyong, but Yang Geyong was not polite.First, he drank the yogurt in the bowl in one gulp, then poured another bowl, and started to eat naan.

Kazakhs like to make milk tea when they eat naan, but the milk tea must be drunk hot to taste.You can only bring yogurt when you go out like this.They generally do not drink plain water, unless there is no other way.

The young man was called Zhambul, and he was from a nearby village.This guy has been restless since he was a child. He didn't follow their ethnic customs and started herding sheep since he was a child. Instead, he likes doing business just like the Uighurs.

He is about the same age as Yang Geyong, with a lively and enthusiastic personality.After eating Yang Geyong's naan, he became friends with Yang Geyong and talked about everything.

Regardless of his young age, he is very familiar in the market, as if there is no one he does not know.He kept saying hello to people.It also incidentally delivered Yang Geyong's naan in a short while.

Yang Geyong looked at this guy dumbfounded, and asked, "Zhambul, are you full?"

Jiang Boer was stunned for a moment before noticing the empty pockets, and scratched his head in embarrassment.Yang Geyong stuffed the remaining half into his hand, and he was not polite, and ate it in a few mouthfuls.

After he finished eating, he began to solicit business for Yang Geyong, as if he had no goods himself.

Not to mention, familiar people are easy to do. In just half an hour, Yang Geyong's goods were completely sold out.Yang Geyong counted the money in his hand, 850 yuan, only the ten bags of chocolates left.Several people who came here gave the price, but it really didn't exceed a dime.Only then did Yang Geyong realize that the old Wang really didn't fool him.

But he really didn't want to sell these ten bags of chocolates. He always felt that such a large piece of candy was too much for a dime.After thinking about it, he decided to go back to Shihezi, since Yining couldn't get the goods anyway.

The goods were sold out early, so Yang Geyong decided to return directly to Yining and take the evening bus to Shihezi.This will not delay things, anyway, I will sleep for one night in the car.Zhambul originally wanted to take him to drink at home, but he declined, and made an appointment to meet here three days later.

I followed the car to Yining, the shuttle bus left at [-]:[-] p.m., and now it is past [-]:[-] p.m.Yang Geyong decided to eat something. He was not full at noon today, so he asked Jiang Buer to give away everything.He left his things at the station, and came to the noodle shop run by cousin Hong Liu by some mysterious accident.

The cousin was also taken aback when she saw him, with an embarrassed expression on her face.Although she also felt that this boy had no conscience, she also felt that it was too much to expel him from the factory.In those days, dismissing someone was tantamount to ruining someone's job for a lifetime.

Yang Geyong looked so composed, he smiled and shouted: "Sister, bring me a big bowl of mutton stewed noodles!"

Among Chinese noodle dishes, Henan noodle dishes are not very well known.In fact, the taste is also very good, especially their stewed noodles, which are quite authentic and one of Yang Geyong's favorite foods.

What Yang Geyong didn't expect was that it was Hong Liu who gave him face-to-face. He hadn't seen him for a few days, and his expression was much haggard.His eyes were red, and there were still tears on his face, as if he had just cried.

He quickly took the noodles and put them on the table, took out his handkerchief and handed it over. "Sister Hong Liu, you, wipe your tears."

His words made Hong Liu's tears, which had just been held back, well up again.Yang Geyong was also at a loss.

To be honest, he still likes this woman Hong Liu very much.It's just that this kind of liking is not love, but the kind of attachment and closeness like relatives.But if Zhao Ling'er hadn't been there, and if he had stayed in the factory, the two of them might have gotten together.

But if this does not exist, because Zhao Linger is always there.And according to her personality, it is impossible for this Hong Liu to have the slightest chance.

Hong Liu finally calmed down, and looked at Yang Geyong with dull eyes: "I'm sorry, my dad shouldn't have treated you like that."

Yang Geyong smiled: "Sister, don't take it too seriously. You and your father are good people. No matter what he does, I will never hate him. I was living here alone, and it was you two who helped me like relatives." I will always keep this love in my heart, and you are my relatives for the rest of your life, and I will visit him when his anger subsides. "

Hong Liu's eyes were a little blurred, she knew this was a good man, but this man was destined to have no fate with him.

After Yang Geyong finished his meal, the two talked again.Yang Geyong hurried back to the station. He didn't sleep well last night and fell asleep when he got on the train.He didn't know that he had arrived in Shihezi until he was woken up by the conductor.

I went directly to the guest house to open a room, and the waiter knew him, so I didn't ask for a letter of introduction.But this time the money still has to be paid, [-] cents a night.

After a brief wash, he went out and drank a bowl of offal soup.The soup is also very different from the mouth.There are not so many seasonings, and there is no need to look for a few pieces of lamb haggis in the soup.Most of the full bowl is full of haggis, but the soup is so pitiful.Only a thin layer.This fully reflects the arrogance of the people in northern Xinjiang.

Moreover, don't expect to find the cheapest sheep lung in it, there is no such thing, that thing has other uses.

(End of this chapter)