The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 94, Farmers Market

  It may be because of the heavy rain, even if we are going to the market today, there are not too many people in the postal hall.

  For safety and quick effect, as usual, we still buy registered mail.

   Zhang Xuan held a ballpoint pen and meticulously filled in the address of the "People's Literature Publishing House", stroke by stroke, for fear of making a mistake.

   After filling in the mailing address and zip code of the envelope, he had great expectations for "Wind Sound".

   I don’t dare to have any support at this moment.

  Carefully and cautiously double-checked the "Wind Sound" manuscript. After seeing that there were no mistakes, I carefully put the manuscript into the envelope, and finally sealed it with glue.

  After sending the letter, Zhang Xuan, who walked out of the postal hall, felt inexplicably open and inexplicable, as if he was relieved from the troubles caused by his fame.

   Looking at the airtight rain curtain, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to follow the fate, anyway, the draft of "Wind Sound" has already been sent.

   As for whether it can be adopted by the people's literature, can it be taken seriously?

Can    be accepted by readers?

Can    be widely praised and popular?

   Then you have to watch your life!

   After all, this book has been published for more than ten years. In different social environments, can it still be as popular as in the previous life?

   To tell the truth, Zhang Xuan is also clueless!

  …

  According to Comrade Ruan Xiuqin's instructions, Zhang Xuan went to the fertilizer store next door to buy some nitrogen, phosphate and potash fertilizers.

   These are for fertilizing peppers in the ground.

  The three kinds of fertilizers add up to buy a small half bag.

   Tie the mouth of the fertilizer bag tightly with a rope, Zhang Xuan raised his head and asked Du Kedong: "Uncle, how much does it all add up to?"

   Seeing that he was going to pay, Du Kedong quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't take money for this thing, it's only a few dollars, don't look down on you Uncle Du."

Zhang Xuan didn't obey, he said with a smile: "Oh, that's not good, my brother still pays the bills. You are specializing in this business to make money, don't we still get it every time in the future? That's outrageous. what.

​"

   Hearing this, Du Kedong just laughed, not accepting money.

  Hey, this is a hypocritical man!

   I thought I shouldn't come here to buy fertilizer.

   But don't come here to buy it. If you go to another place to buy fertilizer, if it spreads to the Du family's ears, wouldn't the impact be worse?

  You must know that the town is so big, as long as you do something, there will always be a long-tongued woman who will "spread the word" for you, and there is no chance at all.

   Pushing and shoving, the two big men are endless...

   No one else!

  Zhang Xuan really had no choice but to take out a 10 yuan piece and put it on the counter.

   He picked up the fertilizer and quickly got on the motorcycle, urging Ouyang Yong to leave quickly.

  …

   Entrance to the farmers market.

   Zhang Xuan thought it was a ghost, but he really saw Yang Yongjian and Sun Jun setting up a street stall.

  ! Not quite right either.

   It is a street stall, it is better to say that the two are sitting like old monks, idle, and their eyes are on the passers-by who come and go.

   If you put a fur hat, a broken bowl, and a bamboo stick in front of the two of them, it is estimated that the benefits will be good.

   Getting off the car, Zhang Xuan hurried over with an umbrella and asked, "Yongjian, why don't you rest at home on such a day?"

   Seeing him, Yang Yongjian tried his best to smile and replied:

   "My father and sister are not at home, I'm the only one at home, it's lonely and uncomfortable, why don't I come to set up a stall. It's just that I can't go to this town, so I came here."

   Zhang Xuan pointed at Sun Jun and joked: "Isn't there still him? I want him to accompany him."

  Sun Jun immediately smiled and said, "I'd like to, but Yongjian won't let it."

   Zhang Xuan laughed when he heard it: "Then let's endure it for a while, for five or eight years, she won't be able to run away anyway."

   Then he looked around and asked, "I don't think you have many asking prices here. How is the business, and how much did you sell today?"

  Yang Yongjian replied: "Sold 3 pieces today. Although the business is not good, it is better than nothing."

   If you have 3 pieces, you will earn more than ten dollars. Compared with Yang Yongjian, it is already a very good income, no wonder he is reluctant to let it go.

   After chatting for a while, Zhang Xuan finally asked about the inventory: "How many of your 3,000 clothes are left?"

   Mentioned inventory, Yang Yongjian and Sun Jun looked at each other and said happily: "The county is much better than the town, and there are only more than 2,100 clothes left."

   Looking at the smile on the old classmate's face, the old man felt relieved from the bottom of his heart.

   After spending a good time beside the booth, Zhang Xuan found that Yang Yongjian and Sun Jun were really stubborn.

  From inquiries to bargaining to buyers, the initiative is in the hands of those aunts and sisters.

  The reason why a few pieces can be sold in the middle is completely because the price is too cheap.

   But it is because the price is cheap, and the two of them are not easy to talk about. Some people even questioned:

   "Are you guys dead clothes? How can the same style be so much cheaper than others?

  I heard from the clothes sellers in the farmers market that all your cheap clothes come from the crematorium. Is this true or false? "

   In the face of such a heart-wrenching question, in the face of the dirty water of his peers, Yang Yongjian, who came out of the mountains and had no experience in society, would only be anxious and say:

   "No, no, don't listen to their nonsense, these clothes are from Guangdong Province..."

   I couldn't listen anymore. Zhang Xuan didn't expect Yang Yongjian, who had made a successful foreign trade business in later generations, to be so restrained and young at this moment.

   But he can understand it later. Looking around, which of these aunts and aunts who go to the market is not an old oil?

   These old oily people love to take advantage, but they have never seen anything in the world. They are bitter and mean at the same time, but they still have the heart of the crowd. How can their ears stand the deliberate instigation of others?

   After observing for a while, Zhang Xuan turned to Ouyang Yong and said, "Come on, accompany me to buy something."

  Ouyang Yong squeezed an enthusiastic smile, and said in a dog-legged manner:

   "Brother-in-law, what do you want to buy? Just tell your brother-in-law, don't walk around when it rains heavily. It's the same for me to buy it for you."

  “…”

   Hearing the sound of brother-in-law on the left and brother-in-law on the right, and suddenly remembered the stupid eldest sister who had a big belly before she got married, Zhang Xuan took a deep breath and almost couldn't help kicking him to death!

   glanced at his dirty sandals, and then at Ouyang Yong's long rain boots, the old man was not pretentious and told him:

   "Alright, then you can buy me a small speaker and some batteries."

  Ouyang Yong pointed to the rat poison booth not far away and asked, "You mean the kind of loudspeaker that sells rat poison over there?"

   Zhang Xuan followed his fingers and nodded, "Yes, do you know where they sell it?"

   "This kind of stuff is very common. It's sold in several places. You wait here, I'll come when I go." Ouyang Yong turned around and got into the rain without waiting for him to reply.

   Ten minutes later, Ouyang Yong came back with a speaker and a battery.

  Zhang Xuan took the speaker and looked at it, then found a corner where no one was around and started recording:

   Dongguan, Guangdong Province, Dongguan, Guangdong Province, the largest garment factory, Jiangnan Garment Factory closed down!

   The boss of the bastard, Huang He, owes 350 million for eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and ran away with his sister-in-law.

   We have no choice but to take our clothes to cover our wages. The original price is more than 100, more than 200, more than 300 clothes, all below 20 yuan, all below 20 yuan!

   Yellow crane bastard, you are not human! We have worked hard for you for more than half a year, you don't pay your salary, you pay me back my hard-earned money! Pay me back my hard-earned money! …

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