Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

Before going, Ling Yue discussed with Wang Zhaoyang that they were going to ask for help, so they definitely couldn't come empty-handed.

When Li Zhonghua heard it, he said that he would not let them buy it, saying that the old man in his family didn't lack anything, and he wasn't short of anything.

After thinking about it, Ling Yue went to buy two catties of brown sugar and two cans of malted milk behind his back.

For this reason, Li Zhonghua complained all the way on the road.

When they came to Li's house, they didn't see Li Yushu.

Li Zhonghua looked at each room and complained: "This old man, I don't know where to go with such a big snowman."

"Sit down first, I'll look for it."

Ling Yue stood still in the room and looked around.

The living room is not big, but it is very warmly furnished.

There is no valuable furniture, and the only thing that can be bought is probably the TV set on the chest of drawers.

The TV was covered with a white lace cloth, and a small square table was placed beside the chest of drawers.

There is an enamel tea tray on the table, inside the tea tray is a white porcelain kettle with four teacups, next to the enamel tea tray is a red iron kettle.

The kettle is old and has light brown embroidered spots on the handle.

There is a fabric sofa under the window, and the back of the sofa is covered with white lace cloth. In front of the sofa is a long maroon tea table, which is also covered with the same white lace cloth.

"Sit down, treat this place as your own home."

Ji Zhongqiu sat down on the sofa carelessly, Li Zhonghua was not at home, he seemed to be the boss here.

Ling Yue put the things on the coffee table, and said to Ji Zhongqiu: "Mid-Autumn Festival, although Li's house is small, it's well arranged."

"He is rich." Ji Zhongqiu said, "In 40, Zhonghua said that his old man's monthly salary was more than [-] yuan. Wasn't the price cheaper then?"

Then, he said mysteriously: "You may not believe it, this kid Zhonghua even learned the accordion in elementary school."

"Then how old is he this year?"

"26 years old, I remember he said that he was in the fourth grade when he practiced the accordion, probably around 1970."

Ling Yue said with a smile: "I really can't see that he is still an artist, so why didn't he continue to practice?"

"I don't like it anymore." Ji Zhongqiu smiled, "It can't be said that I don't like it, anyway, it's just to fight against his old man."

While the two were talking, Li Zhonghua's voice came in from outside.

"Old man, I said you are really serious, what are you doing when it snows so much!"

"It's boring to be alone at home, so let's go to Lao Ma's house to tease his grandson." The old man's arrogant voice came in, "Let you give us a baby for fun, and you won't have a baby, so I can only tease others Grandson of the family."

"Old man, there are guests here, can you stop which pot is not open and carry which pot."

Ling Yue stood up quickly when she heard the voice, and as Li Zhonghua pushed the door in, she saw the grey-haired but hale and hearty old man following him at a glance.

The old man had a ruddy complexion, was wearing a blue Chinese tunic suit, and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet. When he entered the room and saw someone, he had a warm smile on his face.

"Sit down, Zhonghua is a real kid, he doesn't even say a word when he brings so many friends!"

Li Zhonghua said straight to the point: "Dad, you know Ji Zhongqiu. The one next to him is Boss Wang, and that one is his lover. They came here today to talk about cooperation with you."

Wang Zhaoyang hurriedly stepped forward and held his hand: "Hello, Director Li, I am Wang Zhaoyang. I used to be a technician in a machinery factory. Now I am leaving my job without pay to work as an individual. I would like to ask you to do me a favor..."

"Zhonghua told me about your purpose," Li Yushu pointed to the sofa, "Sit down."

He glanced at the coffee table, and said to Li Zhonghua displeasedly: "What are you doing, you don't even pour a cup of tea when the guests come?"

Ling Yue said quickly: "Director Li, don't be so busy, we came here today to talk to you about the off-stock from your factory."

Li Yushu sat down on the chair opposite them, "Weihuo? It was Zhonghua who told you, right? This kid doesn't have a doorknob on his mouth. Don't be surprised if he talks nonsense in front of you."

Wang Zhaoyang said: "Director Li, please don't say that, I think the Zhonghua Brothers are also a straightforward person, and they also want to cash out the surplus goods of your factory..."

"You can't talk nonsense!"

Li Yushu waved his hands again and again, and said with a serious face: "I believe you all know that I am only a director in the factory and have no real power. Therefore, even if there are unsold goods in our factory, I can't be connected to deal with them."

"So you two, you really found the wrong person."

Ling Yue said with a smile: "Director Li, in fact, the main purpose of our coming here is not to find you to finish the goods, but to meet the director of your factory through you."

"Oh, so that's what it is."

Li Yushu said enthusiastically again: "That's easy to say, you sit down first, my old buddy is next door, I'll help you and invite him over."

Ling Yue was very surprised: "Oh, does the director of your factory live in the same building as you?"

"Yeah, I have been a neighbor for decades, and I have to play chess with him every day to amuse my grandson."

Li Yushu walked out after speaking: "Sit down, I'll call him over."

Seeing him striding away, Ji Zhongqiu stood up and stretched his waist: "I'll just say it's useless, but you still don't listen."

The second monk Ling Yue was puzzled: "Mid-Autumn Festival, what do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing interesting. This old man has such a bad temper. If he wants to talk to you, he won't make excuses to sneak away. They want to talk to you. Look, they went out again without saying a word."

Ling Yue frowned, and began to find the reason on herself: "It seems that we didn't say anything wrong?"

Ji Zhongqiu said: "Don't you know that many people, especially old people like him, actually hate 'suspended without pay'?"

Ling Yue blinked, what is this?

Aren't those with a bit of strength now vying to go to sea?
"But it's true!"

"I know it's true, but you've also seen it. The old man went out as soon as he said it. He will definitely not come back in a while. If you don't believe me, if you ask Zhonghua to look for him again, you may not be able to find him."

Ling Yue had no choice but to turn to Li Zhonghua for help.

Li Zhonghua sighed: "My old man has such a strange temper. Don't listen to the nonsense of that Mid-Autumn Festival kid. Uncle Ma lives next door. If my father said to invite him, he will definitely invite him."

As he spoke, he said to Wang Zhaoyang: "You can say 'suspension without pay' in front of my dad, but you must never mention it in front of Uncle Ma."

Looking at Ling Yue's puzzled expression, he explained: "My dad can still accept it, it's fine if that old antique doesn't scold you."

Wang Zhaoyang looked at Ji Zhongqiu: "Mid-autumn, you are too unkind, you don't even mention the old people's taboos to us, if this matter can't be done, it's up to me to deal with you."

Li Zhongqiu hurriedly spoke for Ji Zhongqiu: "Brother Wang, don't blame Mid-Autumn Festival, if you want to blame, you can only blame me..."

"What are you talking about?"

Before Li Zhonghua finished speaking, Li Yushu's voice came from behind him.

Then he pushed an old man in: "Old horse, these young people are all here to look for you, don't you have been in the headache factory what to do with the leftovers, maybe they can really help you Let's settle this matter."

Behind him was an old man in a military coat.