"One two one, one two one, one two one!"
Wang Jingxia was running in front, followed by Hua Qingping, Hua Erniu, several younger brothers and sisters, and Zhao Yuan.
The footsteps of several people became heavier and heavier, and their breathing became heavier and heavier.
Wang Jingxia waved her arms and shouted:
"Comrades, persistence is victory!"
Looking at this posture, those who don’t know would think that these people are on the Long March, but they all feel that the hardships they endured after running these laps are far less than what their predecessors had endured during the Long March.
But it’s not easy either!
Running around the village road would take at least two or three miles, and you would have to run several laps!
Two laps as a minimum, with no upper limit of one hour, are enough for a few people to finish, but it is really tiring.
Wang Jingxia: "If you want to practice martial arts, a strong physique is the foundation! Only with a solid foundation can you learn real kung fu!"
A few people laughed and laughed, and their fighting spirit returned. They raised their heads and continued running.
While a few people were exercising, Hua Xuguo had already arrived at the county town on his bicycle carrying more than 20 kilograms of pears.
Tie two shoulder poles to the back seat of the bicycle, tie two baskets at both ends of the shoulder poles, and put pears in the baskets. It is quite comfortable to ride.
At this time, there were already farmers on the street carrying vegetables and preparing to sell them door to door. Hua Xuguo pushed his bicycle and followed the farmers without leaving any trace.
Sure enough, he found an alley. Guessing that employees from some factory lived there, Hua Xuguo pushed his bicycle in.
"Chili peppers—chili peppers are two cents a pound!"
"Tall bamboo shoots—selling tall bamboo shoots!"
"Bean sprouts—bean sprouts are cheap at one cent a pound!"
The people carrying the vegetables would shout from door to door, and those who wanted to buy would come out, weigh the vegetables with a beam scale, and hand over the money with one hand.
Hua Xuguo said he had learned it and shouted:
"Pears for sale! Fresh pears—30 cents a pound!"
He didn't know what price to sell it at. Since it was a business with no capital investment, he just called out a random price and made a profit no matter what.
The door in front of him suddenly opened, and an aunt came out and asked:
"How much are these pears per pound?"
Hua Xuguo put on a smiling face and said earnestly:
"Sister, do you want to buy one? If you do, I'll give you two for free."
My aunt was delighted when she heard this and said:
"Then give me two pounds. Let me choose between these two!"
Hua Xuguo was very easy to talk to: "You can pick whatever you want, there is no small one here!"
Then he deftly placed the pears on the scale pan, adjusted the weight, watched the scale balance, and showed the measurements to the aunt.
"Look carefully, it's two kilograms."
The aunt picked two more pears and walked in satisfied.
She didn't ask whether the pears would still be sold tomorrow, because it was obvious that such good pears were hard to come by, and they would only be sold today.
After walking around the alley and smelling the fragrance of the osmanthus flowers that had not yet withered in the morning mist, Hua Xuguo quickly sold the two baskets of pears and earned six yuan.
Hua Xuguo was very satisfied. Although it was not as much as the previous times, six yuan was not a small amount. He didn't pay much and just pushed the bicycle around.
The workers in the factory work hard and only earn a dollar a day.
The pears were sold out and Hua Xuguo prepared to go home.
Before leaving the county town, Hua Xuguo saw Widow Wu from the same village, said hello and left.
As a married man, I dare not get too close to a widow.
When asked why Wu Muxiang came to the county town, she had just come out of the waste recycling station.
Wu Muxiang wanted to collect good things to exchange for points to nourish her daughter, but there were too many enemies in the same village, so there were no good things.
More than ten years ago, all the good things in Dafang Village were collected by Aunt Wan from Lao Huatou's family. Later, everyone was relieved that there were no dangerous things in the house.
She took her daughter with her and didn't dare to approach anyone from the surrounding villages, fearing they might target her, not to mention the black market.
She couldn't take her daughter to the black market, nor could she leave her daughter alone at home.
So she thought of the county's waste recycling station.
She knew that anything that could get in there was no longer valuable, and any good stuff had been looted by powerful people.
But as long as she can find something leaky, it’s a profit for her!
She walked around inside for a few times and actually found something good - an inconspicuous wood sculpture, which was too rough and looked like a child's casual carving and was abandoned here.
She looked at the rare complete wood carving and tried to put it into the exchange box, but the result made her almost laugh out loud.
2000 points!
This little thing is actually more valuable than those two bowls!
His daughter Fang Guier just blinked her eyes and watched without making any sound.
Her mother told her at home that the gods would take some things and then give some things in return, and told her not to let outsiders know, otherwise there would be nothing to eat.
She remembered it clearly.
Wu Muxiang exchanged the money quietly inside, then took a few newspapers and placed them on the table of the old gatekeeper.
The old man glanced at the newspaper and saw the two oranges on it. He looked up at Wu Muxiang again and waved his hand.
"Just these few? No money needed, take them."
Wu Muxiang thanked him, left two more oranges, and took her daughter away.
Oranges are 2 points per pound, which is surprisingly cheap.
Although there are many orange trees in the countryside, city dwellers cannot eat them whenever they want.
You can’t buy this thing without a ticket. You might be able to buy it with a ticket, but most people are unwilling to spend money on it.
Besides, the oranges in the mall are very sweet and have the aroma of citrus, unlike the ones grown outside which are more sour than sweet.
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