madman and kidnapper

Chapter 28 The Importance of Foreshadowing

Maybe it was the woman's words that had an effect, or maybe Li Chi's words had a slight deterrent effect, the crowd finally dispersed slowly.After helping Li Chi for a long time, he felt that he had exhausted his benevolence, so he also bid farewell to the woman and the kidnapper, and went to work on his own affairs.

The booth was vacated not long ago, and the place was fairly clean, with everything it should have. The woman also found some cardboard boxes and a marker pen from the inside of the booth.

"Tsk, good stuff."

The woman narrowed her eyes with a smile, and her fine almond eyes turned into crescent moons.

The woman's smile caused the stall owner next to him to look and look, and finally couldn't hold back his mouth, and said to the kidnapper beside him:

"Hey! Bro! Your girl is so handsome, she doesn't look like you at all. Is this the eldest girl of your family? Do you have any younger girls? My son is 28 this year, and I've always wanted to find a prettier girl to be his wife... ..."

The kidnapper stared more and more as he listened, his face became greener and greener, and he was trembling for a long time without saying a word.

Now it's all right, the woman next to her is out of breath from laughing, not only her big eyes have become squinted now, even the small mouth of the cherry has turned into a half-cut orange.

"Yes, of course. My little sister is also 26 this year, but she has gone out to play in the past two days. When she comes back, I will bring her here to meet."

The woman made up nonsense without drafting it, and the kidnapper dared not say that she was his daughter-in-law after holding back for a long time.

"Forget it," the kidnapper thought with a headache, "as she pleases."

Let’s talk, let’s laugh, the work in the woman’s hands is not delayed at all, I saw the woman holding a marker pen and writing a series of large characters on the cardboard:

"Ecological bonsai, the first choice for lazy people, no need to take care of it, and it will last for a long time."

Kidnap read it word by word, his brows knit together, and after pondering for a long time, he muttered to himself:
"What does that mean?"

After noon, more people came to the flower and bird market, and most of them were old men and old ladies. The old ladies all wore sun hats and small cloth bags in their hands, and slowly looked at the booths; After that, they followed behind their wives with their backs on their backs, and some even held a birdcage, walking the birds leisurely in the market.

"Yo, what is this? Ganoderma lucidum?"

Finally, someone noticed the woman. Looking at the ganoderma lucidum that had been polished, an old lady cried out in amazement:

"Is this Ganoderma lucidum? Can this thing still grow?"

The woman fought a battle between heaven and man in her heart, and finally decided to tell the truth:

"It's Ganoderma lucidum, but you can't keep it. It's dead when you pick it off. We make them like potted plants, just to make bonsai at home."

"Oh." The old lady let out a soft sigh, and she could see the obvious disappointment on her face.

The woman saw more and more people around, and thought to herself, this old lady can't just leave like this, people have a herd mentality, if a person shows obvious interest in something, then others When people see him interested, they will also want to know more about this item in their hearts. If you take the lead to leave, then other people who originally wanted to buy may also leave after hesitating in their hearts.

Therefore, nothing can tell the old lady to go.

"Auntie, don't you know?"

The woman was not in a hurry, she just asked the old lady with a smile, and successfully made the old lady stop temporarily.

"what?"

The old lady thinks women are very pleasing, and her tone has softened a lot. Anyway, at this age, she doesn't have a serious business all day long. She is willing to chat with such a talking woman.

"Look at what we wrote. This is an 'ecological bonsai', a concept popular in big cities. We don't see it much here. It is specially prepared for petty bourgeoisie who don't like to take care of flowers and plants but still have some life style. Anyone who has taken care of bonsai knows that bonsai is not easy to grow, and it is expensive to die. Once it is dead, it will feel distressed, but if you don’t put potted flowers at home, you will feel that the house is lifeless. So, this is for those who don’t know how to grow flowers. people prepared."

There were flowers in the woman's mouth, and she spoke clearly and logically, although the kidnapper didn't understand a word.

"Oh, that's right, but I know how to grow flowers."

The old lady nodded dubiously, but she was still quite confident in her flower growing skills.

"That's it," the woman smiled and complimented the old lady, "You look like a person with ingenuity, and you can definitely grow flowers well. Indeed, you can also use the things I have here." No, just to tell you about it, so that everyone can understand how people live in big cities.”

"Don't they grow flowers?"

At this time, some of the onlookers questioned.

"I planted it!" The woman blinked, "But compared to this kind of bonsai, they prefer fresh cut flowers, that is, carnations, roses, etc., put them in a water bottle, and look fresh for a few days. After the flowers are over, throw them away and buy new ones."

Hearing that people in big cities are so "wasteful", the old men and women sighed:

"Hey! Isn't this a waste! No wonder people say that the consumption in big cities is high, so it's not a waste of money to fool around like this! Can the consumption not be high!"

"So, people call this 'petty bourgeoisie', and they call it 'life, live, love, fun'."

The woman continued to explain with a smile, while the kidnapper was silent, feeling stiff just looking at the woman's face.

"It's too wasteful, too wasteful, no wonder my daughter doesn't have enough money every month, it's such a waste..."

An old man sighed again and again.

The woman feels that the time is almost here. After laying the groundwork for a long time, if she is not in a hurry to sell her own things, then when are you waiting?The woman then changed the subject and nodded at the sighing old man: "Yes! You are right! Even people of our age can understand this question, and those young people who have studied well can understand it even more. To be honest, the pressure to survive in big cities is high, and it is really not easy for young people to earn money. They are obviously aware of this problem and feel that fresh-cut flowers are too wasteful. So, after all, big cities are advanced. People are also smart, didn't they come up with such a trick?"

The woman pointed to the potted Ganoderma lucidum on her stall, and started a formal, spitting "preach":
"Look, these Ganoderma lucidum bonsai are similar to fresh-cut flowers, but they have a long shelf life. As long as the humidity in the house is not like that of Shuiliandong, they will basically not rot. Let's say it is a bonsai. You don’t need to take care of it, you don’t need to water the flowers and fertilize it, just wipe the canopy of Ganoderma lucidum at ordinary times. If you are dexterous, you can add some short flowers and plants next to it, that’s also very good. Name, call, call 'DIY'!"

"Oh!" Everyone opened their mouths when they heard the three letters, and they all looked suddenly enlightened, and they didn't know what they were saying "oh".

"This thing is good, and it looks pretty good, how much is a pot?"

After a long time of drooling, the woman finally pried a person's mouth. The woman thanked the eighteen generations of that person's ancestors in her heart, but she said lightly:

"It's not expensive, the big one is two hundred and one pots, and the small one is only one hundred and fifty one pots."

"Hey! Why is it so expensive? With that money, I might as well buy a pot of real flowers."

Some people left after hearing the price, and left with such a sentence before they left. Seeing that after a few words, the person left halfway, the kidnapper anxiously rubbed his hands on the spot, and just wanted to make a sound, but He was stepped back by the woman's foot.

"Well."

The woman's kick was really heavy, and it directly hurt the cold sweat on the kidnapper's head.

When everyone was whispering and hesitating whether to buy it, a familiar voice came out from behind the crowd:
"Bring me a big pot. I want the pot to be in good shape and bright in color."

Hearing that someone was rushing to pick up the goods, the impatient old man also hurriedly made a move, first grabbed the pot he liked and hugged it in his arms, and then took money out of his wallet.

For a while, there was a commotion on the stall, and the kidnapper finally had a place to use, and was arranged by the woman to "stalk" to prevent anyone from taking things indiscriminately.

The woman herself collected the money in a hurry, and negotiated the price with others, looking busy but enjoying it.

The kidnapper stared at the woman, and gradually lost his mind. He suddenly felt that the woman's current appearance was her original appearance. No wonder when he was in the village, he always felt that the woman seemed to lose her soul every day, even though she had already lost her soul. The little daughters-in-law in the village can't compare, but the kidnapper still feels that women are always lifeless, maybe they will go crazy at any time, which is why he has always been afraid of women.

The excitement lasted until the evening. After picking and choosing for a long time, the old people finally went back with their choice of Ganoderma lucidum.

The woman took out the messy folded money in her cloth pocket and opened it one by one. Since the price of "Ganoderma lucidum" is all round numbers, even if a customer buys a lot of pots, the woman will still pay him according to the round number. It's cheap, so women receive whole money.

"48 pots," the woman frowned and counted the money, "there are 5 pots left, 43 pots are sold, 20 pots are big, 23 pots are small, excluding discount money, um... 7200, almost."

The woman calculated carefully for a long time, and felt that the collection was not short. Looking at the thick stack in her hand, the woman was slightly relieved and laughed happily.

"My mother," the kidnapper's eyes were wider than the woman's eyes, and he was amazed again and again when he heard the woman said that he sold it for more than 7200 yuan:

"I'm really convinced of you. You said, I used to work hard to earn dozens of dollars. I helped people unload goods. It took a whole day to get a hundred dollars. I found out how you earn so much money. Is it easy? Are you really a cornucopia?"

(End of this chapter)