Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 83

The middle-aged woman pulled her face and shouted that Wan Feng also knew this woman, she was the aunt who billed the Lanshan Cold Drink Factory.

"Brother! Can I get goods and sell them here?"

Ma Huan hesitated for a moment and said, "You have to ask the cashier about this, and she will do it if she says yes."

The cashier is the aunt.

Wan Feng ran to the aunt, and said his request with a smile on his face.

"What? You want to sell popsicles in our car?" The aunt pointed her eyebrows coldly.

"Auntie! I went to your popsicle factory to get the goods, and you got the ticket for me. Maybe you don't know me, and we are regular customers."

Ma Huan grinned on the carriage, and became a regular customer after taking the goods once in paralysis?

The aunt thought for a while: "It's okay to get the goods, but it's not in vain."

Isn't this a bit of a joke, just pointing out that it's useless to make money.

"Auntie, you can't take one of them, right? Selling this thing means pointing at nothing to make some money. It's not easy for you, how about half of it?"

Take half a hundred and twenty becomes a hundred and ten.

"Alright! Then what do you pretend?"

"Hey, I don't have anything, let me borrow one of your wooden boxes."

"What!" Auntie yelled, "We still have to take care of your box?"

"Then I can't hold it with my hands, it will melt quickly even if the quantity is small."

"This won't work, what if you take it and run away?"

"Auntie! Are you kidding? It's okay. I'll take a wooden box. You're insulting my personality. I'm the flower of my motherland."

Wan Feng's words made the aunt laugh: "I think you look like a bristlegrass, how do you look like a flower?"

"During the summer vacation, I plan to sell popsicles for the whole summer full-time. Then we will inevitably deal with each other. Auntie, I am very sensible."

Auntie doesn't know if she can understand the meaning of Wan Feng's very sensible words, but Wan Feng can be sure that she will understand after a while.

"Forget it, a wooden box, I also believe that you will not take it away, so I will lend you one, how much do you want?"

"I took it and sold it inside. If I take too much, I'm afraid it will melt, so let's take thirty at a time. Anyway, you are here, and I will come back to get it after I sell it."

Wan Feng paid 33 cents, and Ma Huan filled Wan Feng with [-] popsicles in a wooden box, and covered Wan Feng with a small cushion on top of the box.

Wan Feng ran into the square joltingly with the box in his hand, and when he got into the crowd in the square, he yelled.

"Popsicle popsicles! Adzuki bean popsicles just out of the pot, the best food for cooling down the heat, one bite from the head to the heel, half a stick, five cents three, do you buy it?"

Wan Feng's words were like a whip in the dog days and timely rain, which immediately made the people who were suffering in the scorching heat feel a cool rain on their heads.

Of course, the feeling of not eating popsicles will naturally not arise, only the feeling of taking a bite of a cold popsicle will occur.

"Son, I'll buy one." As soon as Wan Feng finished speaking, someone became his first customer.

The man hurriedly peeled off the simple wrapping paper on the popsicle, took a hard bite, then let out a snort, and closed his eyes to enjoy the cold moment.

This guy's fascinated expression was like playing a 360-degree 3D live advertisement for Wan Feng for free.

The Adam's apple of the surrounding people wriggled, and those without Adam's apple also swallowed saliva.

As a result, the scene in Jiangwei School Square appeared, and countless hands were immediately stretched out from all directions, as if to rob.

Wan Feng's 33 popsicles hit the bottom of the box almost in the blink of an eye.

Fart kung fu, earned more than [-] cents.

Wan Feng ran to the gate of the school non-stop, and took another thirty cents worth of goods.

According to this speed, he sold five or six hundred popsicles this morning as if he was playing, which is much faster than he earns more than one yuan a day renting comic books.

But the development of things never depends on people's will.

The last time Wan Feng was on his way, he was triumphant and anxious, but this time he died before he could leave.

He just ran into the gate of the house on the first row of the school after taking the goods, when three young people came out of the sports school room and met him diagonally.

"Kid! Come here!"

The clothes on the three youths were only fastened with the bottom two buttons, revealing the skin inside. The pants on the lower body were rolled up to the calves, and they all wore high hats on their heads. They were the most standard attire for street gangsters at that time.

At that time, it was not yet the age of wearing flared trousers, hot afro and dancing swing dance, but the young people here would wear a kind of high hat to highlight their individuality.

Of course it wasn't the tower-like tall hats worn by parades.

This kind of high hat was the most popular old-fashioned military cap at that time. A ball of paper was stuffed inside the forehead, and then buckled on the head, with a tall spike protruding from the forehead.

I don't know which turtle's grandson invented it.

Back then Wan Feng didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and he seemed to have worn it back then.

But looking at it now, I don’t think that’s the case. A cuckold must have a bulge. Does this mean that wearing a cuckold is an honor?
Wan Feng thought he was on business again, so he ran over in a hurry.

"Brother! Do you want popsicles?"

Each of the three youths took a popsicle in each hand, then turned around and walked towards the playground.

what's the situation?This is gone?The situation seems to be wrong. Don't these three guys know that they need to pay for things?

Wan Feng thought it necessary to remind the other party to pay.

"Three big brothers, you haven't paid me yet."

With popsicles in their mouths, the three young men looked back at Wan Feng in surprise.

"Ah! Do I have to pay for popsicles?"

Isn't this nonsense!Lao Tzu's popsicles are not brought by the tide of the sea, and the wind blows in the sky, so why don't you want money.

"Of course you have to pay."

"Do you know who we are?"

"Who are you connected to giving money for things?"

"Tell you I'm Zhu's second son, have you heard of it?"

Second pig?Isn't it just pig urine foam? How dare he say such a name, it seems to be very honorable.

Zhu Er Er, ahahaha... Wan Feng just wanted to laugh, but suddenly remembered who Zhu Er Er was.

The Zhu family in the Warriors Commune, more than ten years later, was the well-known Uncle Tun's family in the Warriors Commune.

In the northern countryside, there is a popular name for those unreasonable and domineering people in the village: Uncle Tun.

The Zhu family has seven older brothers, the most famous being Zhu Youliang, the third, followed by Zhu Youquan, the fifth, and Zhu Youcai, the second oldest.

But the Zhu family brothers were the first to hang out in the market, but it was the second pig.

More than ten years later, the members of the Zhu family stomped their feet on the streets of the Warriors Commune, and the whole street trembled, but they were existences that no one would dare to provoke.

Unexpectedly, today I met a man of the day in the Warriors' territory more than ten years later.

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(End of this chapter)