My village can't be like this

Chapter 319 Meeting an Old Classmate Again

After paying the bill, Zhang An walked out of the old street carrying his things, and then went to Central Street.

Here, he bought some snacks, toys, and ham sausages.

He found that his parents liked to eat ham.

Zhang An himself also likes it, especially when grilling.

Ham sausages are quite conscientious these days, so Zhang An bought two boxes with confidence.

As for the toys, they are for the children of relatives.

According to the situation last year, there must be a lot of people coming to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and most of them are children, so you can make some preparations.

Finally, I went to visit the fruit stall. After all, the fruits on the purchase order have not been received yet.

There are not many kinds of fruits on the streets now, only apples, bananas, citrus and dates.

There are also water chestnuts that Zhang An’s family grows themselves, but the ones sold on the street are smaller.

In addition to popularizing it, Zhang Anping also sold some, not only for the Taoist temple, but also for his family.

In the end, it all added up to almost a hundred pounds. When the bosses weighed the scales, their faces burst into smiles. After all, they were big customers.

"Young man, I just dug this Bodhisattva, would you like to buy some?"

It's hard to say who Zhang An is happiest in this stall, but it's obvious who is the least happy.

Who else was there except the old man selling water chestnuts? Seeing that Zhang An had almost bought it, he took the initiative to speak.

Because no matter which stall Zhang An went to and after trying it out, he would always buy up to [-] kilograms.

"I'm sorry, brother, we have planted a lot of Bodhisattva at home, and there are still several thousand kilograms in the field."

People were enthusiastic, so Zhang An naturally wanted to respond.

If he sells other things, just based on this voice, if it tastes good, Zhang An will definitely buy him some.

But it's a pity that he can't sell anything but water chestnuts, and they are not as big as Zhang An's family.

When the old man heard this, his face suddenly became disappointed, and he thought it was Zhang An's excuse for not wanting to buy it.

After all, several acres of land would have to be planted based on the yield of several kilograms of Bodhisattva.

"Hey, Zhang An, it's really you. I thought I had the wrong person."

Zhang An walked around the street a few times to see if there was anything else he wanted to buy.

As a result, he heard someone calling him from behind. When he looked back, he found that it was Wang Hao and several high school classmates.

We were not very familiar with him in school, and Zhang An had already graduated decades ago.

Some of his classmates, Zhang An, no longer recognized them, let alone their names.

"Hey, our college students are back from vacation."

Zhang An turned around and greeted them. There was a girl named Zhang Qian in the crowd. Zhang An always remembered this girl.

At that time, Zhang Qian was considered the prettiest female classmate in their class.

Everyone has a deeper impression of beautiful things, and Zhang An is no exception.

Zhang Qian is more beautiful than she was before when she went to college, but now compared with Su Ying, she is obviously still far behind.

Among the other two boys, there was a fat one, Zhang An, who seemed to remember his name was Li Dong, because there were not many fat people in the class and he was the only one.

It's not easy to gain weight these days. Only those with good family conditions can do so.

The last one, Zhang An, has little impression, and I guess we didn’t have much interaction with him when we were studying in the past.

If there is any intersection, Zhang An must have an impression, such as Wang Hao, Zhang An recognized him at a glance.

But it doesn't matter if you can't remember it. Zhang An has so many years of social experience and can easily solve this problem.

"Where are you going?"

Looking at the group of them, Zhang An asked with a smile.

"I just came back from my old classmate. I heard from my old classmate that you got married this year, and your partner is still a teacher in our school. It's okay for you."

Wu Zhonghai and his students are both teachers and friends on weekdays, and everyone gets along relatively harmoniously.

After they go to college, it's not surprising that they still talk about their old head teacher when they come back.

"Hehe, fate will naturally end when it comes. Now he is no longer in our school and has been transferred to the middle school in our village."

"No, why should I be transferred to a lower level in the city? It will be difficult to come back in the future."

When they heard Zhang An say that Su Ying was transferred from the city to the countryside, they were very puzzled.

The others tried their best to be transferred from the countryside to the city, but why did they do the opposite when they arrived at Zhang An's place?

Zhang An just smiled and said nothing. He had his own personal opinion.

And he feels that Changqing Middle School is not bad and will definitely be better in the future.

Only the person who wears the shoes knows whether they fit or not.

"But your village actually has a middle school. My hometown doesn't even have a primary school."

Wang Hao's family is from the city, but he only moved here after his father got a job.

So he is not one of those people from later generations who just moved his family to the city and forgot that his ancestors were farmers for three generations.

Even though the men are a bit unfamiliar, as for men, they blend together in just a few words.

Even Zhang Qian, who had been very quiet, finally spoke up, and everyone became familiar with each other.

"Okay, I won't delay your shopping. I will go to your place to play when I come back next summer."

"I have always heard that there is a big river in your village, but I have never been there before."

After half the payment, Wang Hao remembered that Zhang An came to the city to buy things and was different from them, so he stopped talking.

"Nah, come whenever you want. Our home is the first one at the bridge at the entrance of the village. It's easy to find."

Several people made an appointment with each other and then separated.

This time when everyone met, they just had a simple chat, and there was no class reunion or anything like that. After all, they were all still in school.

However, Zhang An felt that everyone could chat more easily after getting along like this.

If there is any opportunity for classmates, it will make people feel uncomfortable. It is basically an occasion for some people to show off.

Zhang An wandered up and down the street a few times and found that there was nothing to buy. There were very few products in the small county.

He drove straight out of the city and headed straight for the ceramics factory.

The ceramics factory is in the south direction of the city. The direction back to Zhang An is not in the same direction, so we have to take a slight detour.

Soon, we arrived at the door of the factory.

It's said to be a factory, but it's actually just a few relatively large sheds built with hollow bricks.

"Wow woof woof..."

Before Zhang An entered the door, a big gray dog ​​roared inside the dam.

Looking at the native dog with its teeth and claws dancing, Zhang Anxin wished that he would have taken Xiaohu with him if he had known earlier.

Maybe I heard a dog barking, and an old man walked out of the house next to me.

"Brother, are you here to buy cans or are you looking for someone?"

After saying that, he drove the dog home and gave Zhang An a cigarette. "Thank you. I don't smoke. I'm planning to come over and buy some wine jars and jars so I can go in and have a look."

After Zhang An waved his hand to refuse the cigarette, he explained his purpose of coming.

Maybe it was the Chinese New Year, and they were getting ready to take a break, so there weren't any newly made embryos in there.

"Let's go, I'll take you in to see it. If you come tomorrow, we will all go home to celebrate the New Year."

It can be seen that this man is the boss of the factory, and he is also quite talkative.

Once the chatter started, Zhang An could only listen to him.

The brother's name is Hou Liang, and he runs this factory.

"Well, those are our wine jars. Here are the small ones, five jin, ten jin, fifteen jin."

"And here are the large ones, twenty, thirty, fifty. If you want a bigger wine vat, you have to go to the side."

The largest warehouse that the old man took Zhang An to was filled with earthy-colored jars and jars.

Before Zhang An opened his mouth, my brother introduced the capacity and price to Zhang An.

"Brother, I'll need twenty for everything from five to twenty pounds, and then five for those in their thirties and fifty, and two large wine jars of one hundred."

After wandering around for a while, he picked it up and took a look at it himself. Finally, Zhang An roughly determined the quantity.

If you have more, just put it in the space. If you have less, you can pick it up later. It’s not far anyway.

The boss originally thought that Zhang An just wanted to buy a few, but he didn't expect that he would need so many at once.

Before Zhang An even opened his mouth to bargain, the boss took the initiative to lower the price for Zhang An.

In fact, Zhang An had no intention of bargaining, because the wine jars here are really beautiful.

Especially the five-pound Kowloon bottle, Zhang An liked it when he saw it.

"Brother, I see you don't have a small wine jar of one or two kilograms here. Is it because there is no production?"

Zhang An didn't plan to buy much if it weighed more than five kilograms, but if it weighed one or two kilograms, Zhang An would like to buy more.

"Those are too small and not many people buy them during normal times. We usually make them after the store tells us how much they want in advance."

The kind of small jars Zhang An mentioned are mostly used by ordinary people to store things like salt, so the demand is not large.

I would have been happy to make a fortune before the Chinese New Year, but seeing that there was still business, this old man would not let it go.

"Brother, if you need it, tell me the quantity and I'll make it for you at the beginning of the new year. Just come and get it then."

"Prepare a hundred of them for me, both one-pound and two-pound ones. I want them to look like Nine Dragon Bottles."

Zhang An thought for a while and ordered a batch first. He was not in a hurry to use it anyway and would pick it up later.

Even if it is not used for sale, a small wine jar of one or two kilograms is quite stylish for holding wine and giving it away.

"Okay, brother, please leave your phone number or address. I will contact you when the time is right."

After the business was settled, the old man shouted a few times into the room, and immediately several people came out to help with the jars.

It can be seen that this small ceramics factory is a family business. As soon as the boss greeted him, many people came out of their house.

There are seven or eight people in total including my wife, children, parents and brothers, which is enough to run this small factory.

Finally, all the jars that Zhang An liked were moved to the dam. Zhang An said that he could transport them without any trouble from them.

When the boss was happy, he gave Zhang An another discount. He asked this old man to help transport so many jars in a truck, and it was all done in one trip.

If it were Zhang An's own luck, he would have to make three or four trips.

But if my brother helps transport it, it will be inconvenient to put it in the space at that time, and there is no place to put so many jars on the way.

When he came, Zhang An saw a small corner in the middle of the road. He could have driven the car in and others would see it.

So he planned to take the jar there by himself, and then just receive it directly into the space.

"Brother, if there is a leak, just tell me when the time comes and I will replace it with a new one."

It can be seen that Hou Liang is a cheerful person. He not only gave Zhang An a discount, but also gave several more gifts in the end.

In the end, the enamel factory man and his family helped Zhang An load the wine jars into the car and insisted on taking Zhang An home for a cup of tea.

"Hey, bro, we also have Mangosteen planted here."

Walking to the door, Zhang An saw some bamboos planted behind their house.

When I took a quick look, I saw that it was a very large clump of Luo Han Bamboo, which had already grown very tall.

"This was when the factory was opened. A friend sent two pots over, saying they would look better if placed at the door as bonsai."

"Maybe the mud here is too good. The bamboo grew taller and taller, and finally blocked the door."

"We didn't know how to pick up this stuff, so we just dug it up and threw it behind us. As a result, there were so many of them that it almost turned into a bamboo forest."

The old man shook his head and explained to Zhang An helplessly.

They were also born in rural areas, and all they wanted to do was make money. How could they have time to do this?

"Brother, do you like these bamboos? Then dig some back later."

Hou Liang wouldn't appreciate this thing as a bonsai, but it would be more suitable to make a cigarette pole or something.

"Okay, I'll dig a few trees later and put them in a pile to make a smoking pole or something for the elderly at home."

After Hou Liang opened his mouth, Zhang An was definitely not polite. If this thing was arranged properly, it would be much more beautiful than the chaotic scenes in the bamboo forest.

Zhang An pulled these jars back and forth four times before he had transported all the jars.

The last time, Hou Liang and his son dug out two bundles of relatively short Mangosteen bamboo with hoes and helped Zhang An put them in the car.

Walking to the old place, Zhang An loaded everything in the car, including fresh mangosteen, into the space.

Only the [-]-pound and [-]-pound jars that Wang Fang asked for were left, as well as the last few given by Hou Liang.

The things that needed to be done for this trip were done. Zhang An did not stay in the city and drove directly home.

Of course, he also tied two wild sheep from the space and put them in the car. He was still thinking about letting his old mother braise the mutton.

"Oh, where did you get the crooked-horned sheep? There are two of them."

The two sheep didn't attract any attention along the way because Zhang An tied them up and put them in the carriage.

Zhang An's car was relatively tall, so no one noticed them.

But when he returned home, Zhang An opened the truck and Zhang Jianguo saw it at a glance.

Crooked-horned sheep is the nickname given to wild goats in the mountains.

Because their two horns grow crookedly toward the back, while their two big ears stretch forward. Both males and females have horns.

And it is different from domestic sheep in that the wool on its body is relatively long, and it has a beard on its chin, which is very long.

Generally speaking, they are similar to ibex, but the limbs of ibex are longer than normal sheep.

The legs of the hemp sheep are very short and they are famous for their short legs.

It is said that in ancient times, Ma sheep were domesticated from them.

Many people can catch them because their legs are relatively long. When they jump around on the mountain, they often sprain their feet.

It is for such a funny reason that it is also called the gaitou sheep.

(End of this chapter)