After a few warm days, a strong wind suddenly picked up in Dalizhuang today. The wind howled and made everything dry.
Last night, Lao Yun asked Sister Han to put the iron stove in the shoe and hat area, telling her that her friend would come to pick it up tonight.
So early this morning, He Wan braved the wind and pretended to go to the county town.
Zhang Cuicao originally intended to come along, but He Wan found an excuse, saying she was going to visit relatives in the county town.
He Wan would say this whenever she didn't want to be with them.
Nobody knows exactly where the relatives are.
After arriving in the county town, I first went to the scrap yard, which was the place I visited when I first came here last time.
I was looking for something good, but I didn't have high hopes for anything special this time; I just came to browse through some books.
She put all the high school books she saw into her space.
Finally, he went out with a bundle of newspapers, and the gatekeeper was still the same stern-looking old lady.
However, seeing the newspaper in her hand, he didn't say anything, just paid her and let her go.
She had seen a nice table, but it was too big. The junkyard was too spacious, and if she just put it there, the older women would easily see it. She also couldn't move it. Since she didn't need it, she left with regret.
Around noon, we went to the state-run restaurant and ordered two servings of braised pork, two servings of stir-fried pork, four large steamed buns, and two servings of sweet and sour pork.
After ordering, He Wan didn't even notice the cashier's wide eyes as she looked down and took out several food coupons and some money from her pocket.
When it was handed over, the waiter opened his mouth as if he wanted to argue, but he didn't know what reason to use to say something to her.
They say she has a big appetite, but they paid for it.
What I really wanted to say was that He Wan didn't give her a chance. She paid the exact amount and then turned around and found a seat.
Haha, she has money and tickets, and the store doesn't have any rule against her buying so many things.
After sitting down, he took out several lunch boxes from his basket, preparing to pack up any leftovers to take home later.
Although Lao Yun prepared a lot of food for her, she still preferred the meat from her own stall.
Save a portion of the sweet and sour pork for Lao Yun, so she can try it when she gets back.
She watched Lao Yun's live stream this time, and it was very good. No wonder she has been training people for more than ten years; their experience is top-notch.
After eating, they found a secluded spot, took out the stove, and waited at the place on their way to her village, hoping to find a passing oxcart that could offer them a ride.
As a result, they encountered Li Weidong and his brothers riding bicycles.
"Hey, young educated youth, what are you doing here? What's this? Didn't Grandpa Chen come out today?"
"Call her Sister He."
Li Weidong got out of the car, scratched his head, and said with a smile in a low voice, "Sister He, are you going back to the village?"
"Yes." He Wan looked at them one by one riding bicycles and said, "Your families are all rich, so you've all bought bicycles?"
Li Weidong patted his driveway: "This is the money my whole family saved up for seven or eight years to buy. My mother said she's going to find me a wife this year to save face."
The one that Li Erniu borrowed was the one that was silly.
A few young men rode their bikes around the nearby village, just to show off.
And so he started showing off all the way to the county.
"I bought an iron stove, how about it, can you help me carry it?"
Li Weidong patted the bicycle: "Sure, definitely, but what's the purpose of this iron stove?"
Li Erniu said, "This is made of iron, quite thick. What are these cylindrical things?"
He Wan rolled her eyes at them, crossed her arms and said, "Don't you recognize it? This is a stove; it can burn firewood or coal."
"Oh, it's fine for one person to cook a meal, but it'll be slow for a family to cook. And this thing isn't as warm as a kang (heated brick bed), is it? Sister He, how much does this stove cost?"
"Fifty."
He Wan thought it wouldn't be troublesome, so she deliberately quoted a very high price.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, the men clicked their tongues in disapproval, immediately feeling that the iron was a waste; it would be better to make a farm tool than a furnace.
Since they had different views, He Wan was too lazy to explain to them and asked them to help take it back to the village.
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