"Nephew! We've put up this ad for quite a while now, but why hasn't anyone come to buy bricks and tiles?"

Zhang Hai also followed Wan Feng's example and knocked two bricks to listen to the sound, although he couldn't make out the zodiac signs.

"Why are you in such a hurry? If you have goods, you won't need customers. I'm afraid that if too many people ask you for approval, you'll get too arrogant. But I'm very kind. I don't care what relatives you have or how you arrange them. Whether they're responsible for issuing invoices or paying for bricks, you must arrange a place for my aunt."

Of course, you have to get a good position for your relatives. If you don't care about yourself, you will fall down when you walk.

Although this idea is a bit negative, Wan Feng doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

Zhang Hai laughed and scolded: "You bastard got into my way through the backdoor."

Wan Feng argued, "What do you mean by using a backdoor? My aunt at least finished school and is considered educated. She's also decent looking. Is it embarrassing for her descendants to just issue an invoice to the brick factory and pay for bricks? I'm telling you, if you don't use it, you have to give me an explanation."

"Damn it, you bastard is relying on me, so let her be the cashier, but what can she do?"

Wan Feng curled his lips and said, "Don't forget what my grandfather did in the orchard. It's time to learn now."

Grandpa Wanfeng is the custodian and cashier in the orchard, and he has a ready-made master at home.

Zhu Ping, who came out of the cement tile factory, shouted at Wan Feng: "You're not going home for dinner, and you're still talking nonsense!"

Wan Feng waved goodbye to Zhang Hai and followed Zhu Ping back. All the people he was traveling with were from the east end of the city, and Jiang Xue was also among them.

Wan Feng was behind them watching his uncle and Jiang Xue flirting with each other, and he was so angry. If you had more time to go out with Jiang Xue at night instead of playing cards and chatting, you might have cousins ​​by now.

Wan Feng had let Zhu Ping eat some grass yesterday, and he knew how cute fish were.

Since he didn't go out to do business today, naturally he didn't bring back any fish. The meal on the table became stewed potatoes with beans, which is the most common dish eaten in rural areas in summer.

"Ah! Are we going to eat this today?" Zhu Ping was very disappointed.

"That's good. According to me, you should eat grass today. You are so arrogant after eating two fish. Now you are like a deflated eggplant." Wan Feng sneered.

"I heard that you helped Luan Feng buy a sewing machine." The aunt who usually didn't communicate much with Wan Feng suddenly said something from the side.

"Yes, her master found her a second-hand sewing machine."

"Why don't you get me one?"

Wan Feng rolled his eyes: "I know it was her master who contacted her. Do you know how to use it?"

"It'll look nice at home even if I don't know how to use it. I can learn it later."

"Forget it, you're such a clumsy person that you can learn. I've got you a good job at the brickyard. No need to work hard and no exposure to the sun. Just cover your face and you'll end up giving yourself to some fool in the future. That's how your life will be."

Zhu Yan was furious: "I'm your aunt, why are you talking to me like that?"

"Haha! Well, this is all the truth. Even if you don't like to hear it, it won't change the facts. Hey! Auntie, has anyone expressed any interest in you?"

While speaking, Wan Feng moved closer to Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan stood up and ran away without even eating.

What's this reaction? Is there something fishy going on? Who in the village is so short-sighted?

Wan Feng filtered through all the people of similar age to Wahou and his aunt in his mind, but there was really no clue at all.

Could it be from an outside team?

That's not right. My aunt is going to marry a carpenter in Paotai Village near Hongya County. I haven't heard of any scandals about her in Jiangwei.

The carpenter had a bad temper and my aunt was often abused by his husband. No, I must not let my aunt marry that man in this life.

"Grandma! Do you have any cloth coupons?"

Wan Feng's grandmother looked at him suspiciously: "What do you want the cloth coupons for?"

"I'm going to make you a new dress. Look at what your clothes look like with all the patches on them."

Grandma probably hasn't worn new clothes for several years. Even her old clothes are all black, giving people a feeling of decadence.

"As an old lady, why should I care about what looks good or bad? As long as I have something to wear, there's no need to be so particular."

"That won't do. We'll be people of status in Wahou in the future. We can't wear tattered clothes. Aunt, find some cloth coupons."

The aunt rummaged through boxes and drawers and found a dozen feet of cloth coupons and threw them in front of Wan Feng: "Can you make me a new dress too?"

Wan Feng looked at Zhu Yan with disdain: "Auntie, can you please have some shame? You are an adult and I am a child, and you ask me for new clothes?"

"Hmph! If you don't want to buy it, then forget it." Zhu Yan turned around and went out.

Wan Feng carefully sorted through the cloth coupons, many of which had expired. He finally managed to collect valid cloth coupons that were nine feet and eight inches long.

There's nothing you can do with this little bit of cloth coupons.

Now selling melons is no longer a big deal for Wan Feng. In just a few days, he has created a brand effect in front of the county hospital. Every time he arrives here, there are already many people waiting for him.

Besides Wan Feng's sunny smile and thoughtful words, the melons he sells are also very popular. Everyone praises his melons after eating them.

It turns out that Old Liang’s great reputation in Jiangwei is not just a false reputation.

The same is true today. Wanfeng is carrying more melons than usual. He didn't carry any popsicle boxes today. He plans to go directly to Huangquan along the coast to carry fish after selling the melons. Compared with selling fish, selling popsicles not only wastes time but also makes less profit.

Because he didn't have popsicle boxes, he carried 80 kilograms of melons today, but they were sold out in two hours.

The father of the middle-aged man who first bought his melon was discharged from the hospital today. He even came to Wan Feng to say goodbye to him. His father also shook Wan Feng's hand and said frankly that without his melon, he would not have been discharged from the hospital so soon.

Naturally, before leaving, the middle-aged man bought another bag of melons.

Wan Feng sighed that he had lost a big client. Judging from the way the other party spent money, the middle-aged man seemed to be a rich man.

In that era, most wealthy people were state officials or employees of companies with high benefits.

Middle-aged people probably fall into this category.

The melons were sold out, so Wan Feng rode his bike to the Liner Department Store. After parking his bike, he entered the store and went straight to the Huasha counter.

I took a look at the cloths standing on the shelves in the counter and was very disappointed.

All I could see were blue, grass green, black, and gray. The colors were really monotonous. Although there were a lot of floral fabrics, Wan Feng's grandmother obviously couldn't wear them.

There was a male salesperson in his forties at the floral yarn counter, which gave Wan Feng an awkward feeling. Shouldn't the people selling floral yarn be women?

The key point is that this man's attitude is unexpectedly good, which makes Wan Feng even more uncomfortable.

"Friend! You want to buy something?"

Wan Feng nodded.