If Wan Feng heard Jiang Jun's boast, he would definitely grab his ears and warn him not to steal. Stealing a melon or a date is just a small matter, but if you steal a bicycle, you will be sent directly to the juvenile detention center.
When Wan Feng arrived at Lao Liangtou's house, Lao Liangtou had already picked the melons that Wan Feng needed and stacked them neatly in a pile.
"I've already checked the scale. If you don't believe me, check it yourself."
What's there to be unbelievable about? Old Liang can only give him more, not less.
Wan Feng put the melons into the basket one by one. After that, he picked some green grass and surrounded the basket to make it look more like the real thing.
After paying the money, I tried to push the car.
The basket, melons and popsicle box together weigh about 80 kilograms, which is still within the acceptable range.
Even though he is only thirteen years old this year, his strength and height have grown significantly due to the continuous training in the past few months. Compared with himself at the same time in his previous life, he is much stronger than his previous life.
If you go north along the mountain road on the ridge, Cuitun will be three miles away.
Wan Feng pushed the cart for three miles out of Cuitun and arrived at the dirt road leading to the Yongshi Commune.
It is about four miles from Cuitun to Yongshi Commune. Although it is a rural dirt road, fortunately there are no ups and downs. Wan Feng arrived at Yongshi Commune around seven o'clock.
He leaned his bicycle against the wall of the Yongshi Commune Supply and Marketing Cooperative, stuck two red advertisements on the wall of the supply and marketing cooperative with white glue, and then posted two more advertisements at the entrance of the hospital.
Continuing our journey, our next destination is Blue Mountain Farm.
The supply and marketing cooperative of Lanshan Farm was also on the side of the main road. Wan Feng posted two advertisements on the left and right sides of the two gates of the supply and marketing cooperative of Lanshan Farm and then came to the Lanshan Popsicle Factory.
It was a little after seven ten in the morning, and the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory was very crowded with vendors from various commercial outlets in the county town, making the place bustling with activity.
Wan Feng didn't come here to pick up the goods. He pushed the cart to Hua Wanrong, who was in charge of issuing the invoice, and took the popsicle box off the cart.
"Auntie Hua! I'll leave this box here with you. I'll come back to get it at noon."
Hua Wanrong was very happy to see Wan Feng and gestured to Wan Feng to take the box to her room.
After Wan Feng delivered the box, he chatted briefly for a few words and then walked out, heading straight for Hongya County.
The distance from Lanshan Farm to Hongya City is about ten miles. It took Wan Feng more than twenty minutes to reach the county town.
In the 1980s, Hongya County was not as large as it is now, and there were no tall buildings. There was only an old street from Miaoling to Nandapo, which was about five or six miles long and a narrow street.
It is not even as good as the location of a township a few decades later.
Almost all enterprises and institutions in Hongya County are located on both sides of this narrow street, with factories next to each other along the avenue.
Wan Feng came to the county town to sell cantaloupes and to inquire about some things.
If you want to sell something, you naturally have to find a place with the most traffic.
In 1980, the place with the most traffic was the farmers' market. It was still state-owned at the time and people were not allowed to enter to set up stalls. It was impossible for Wan Feng to get in.
The second is near the department store.
The commercial area of Hongya County is concentrated at the intersection of Nandapo, where Hongya Shopping Mall, the Second Department Store, hardware and chemical companies, agricultural supplies companies and other commercial outlets are gathered.
Wan Feng came here and set up his bicycle in front of the entrance of the Second Department Store.
In the 1980s, shops and shopping malls were just ordinary buildings, not even high-rise buildings. They were really no different from the supply and marketing cooperatives in the countryside, except that they were bigger and more spacious.
The only building in this area was a two-story movie theater, and the People's Hospital vaguely visible in the south. Even the county "government" at that time had no building.
"Cantaloupes, cantaloupes! Freshly picked this morning, guaranteed ripe and sweet, five cents a pound. Don't miss them if you pass by!"
Wan Feng's shouting successfully turned him into a monster, and many people looked at him with strange eyes.
The society at that time was clearly divided into classes, with a clear boundary between workers and peasants, and the status of workers was higher than that of peasants.
There were also distinctions between high and low among the workers. The most popular occupations at the time were state cadres, steering wheels, stethoscopes, and salesmen.
These were known as the four great pens of the time.
As one of the four great pens, the salesmen in the county town all look like big bosses. They only have the arrogance to face the criticism of thousands of people, and they definitely do not have the spirit of bowing down and being willing to be a servant. It’s up to you whether you want to buy it or not.
So people like Wan Feng who are selling things with a smile on their faces look as fresh as aliens just out of the pot.
"Hello aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters, these melons are grown in my own home. They are guaranteed to be ripe and sweet. If you want to buy some, please come over and take a look."
A man wearing a gray uniform, a hat, and carrying a briefcase, looking serious, like a cadre, came to Wan Feng's stall and asked, "Boy! Is your melon sweet?"
Seeing someone asking the price, Wan Feng immediately became excited: "I guarantee it will be cooked and sweet. If it's not sweet, I won't charge you."
"Ah! No sweet, no money? Are you bragging?"
"I got the melons from my own property. My grandfather has been growing melons in the production team for more than ten years. Now that I'm old, I can grow some myself. It's summer vacation now, and I'm here to sell them. I'll keep my word. If they're not sweet, I won't charge you. If you don't believe me, you can try them."
Wan Feng took a cantaloupe from the basket, weighed it, and handed it to the cadre-looking man: "You can try it, but let me tell you something. If it's not sweet, you'll have nothing to eat. If it is, you'll have to pay for it."
The cadre-looking man took the melon without hesitation and clapped his hands. The melon split in the middle with a snap, and a fresh fragrance immediately spread out.
"It smells good." The cadre squatted at the foot of the wall and took two bites.
"Oh, not bad, not bad. Give me four pounds."
It's open now.
Wan Feng deftly weighed four pounds of cantaloupe, of course the melon for the cadres to eat had to be included.
The cadre put the melon into his briefcase, paid the money, and staggered away.
Because of the advertisement of the cadre-looking man who was out of work, those who were just watching the fun started to take action.
"Kid, weigh two pounds for me." A woman who looked like an old lady became Wan Feng's second customer.
The old lady was holding a basket with some vegetables in it. Wan Feng put the weighed melon in the basket.
While weighing, he chatted with the aunt in a cute manner about her daily life, such as how much the vegetables she bought cost, and even shouted a few words in between.
People kept buying Wan Feng's melons, but each person bought a small amount, most of which were for a dime. Surprisingly, the cadre's two-cent transaction was the largest one.
Even so, Wan Feng quickly sold more than 30 kilograms of cantaloupe. At this rate, he could sell all the cantaloupes in less than half an hour.
"Kid! You're not allowed to sell things here, go somewhere else!"
Wan Feng was weighing himself when an old man with an armband on his arm came over and chased him away.
The three yellow words "Administrator" were embroidered on the old man's armband, but no one knew what his management was.
Since they didn't allow me to sell Wanfeng, I didn't insist. I just packed up and moved after finishing the deal.
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