With Wan Feng's punches and kicks, Zhang Xiangping had no ability to resist for a short time.
The reason why Wan Feng was able to temporarily make Zhang Xiangping lose his ability to resist with just one blow was mainly because of the surprise attack. In addition, Zhang Xiangping did not expect Wan Feng to counterattack so fiercely.
"Old Wang An, you're so shameless, you're so arrogant even though I'm the man at your doorstep. Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
Wan Feng originally wanted to kick him a few times, saying, "My melon and fish are so delicious, I must make him spit them out."
But when they saw someone from Wolong Village running towards this side, they didn't dare to fight.
"This matter is not over yet. Let's slowly settle the score. Next time I see you, I'll punish you."
He turned around and got in the car, and ran a long way in a short time while going downhill.
Wan Feng pedaled very hard along the way, without even looking back. He ran through Xielingzi in one breath and arrived at Dashutun. He looked back and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was chasing him.
When he arrived at Jiang Wei's territory, he was no longer afraid, and Liangxia Wolong's men did not dare to chase him.
Originally, Wan Feng wanted to go to Xu Bin's house for a visit, but when he thought that there was nothing left in the car except for a cantaloupe that was left for Luan Feng, he felt embarrassed to go over. He took the main road back to Wahou.
The first thing he did after returning to his grandma's house was to clean the basket. Although there was a black plastic sheet in between, the basket still smelled of fish.
If I go to sell melons now, will I be able to sell them?
He scrubbed the basket with a shoe brush for more than half an hour before the fishy smell was gone from the basket.
Mingde must find a way to go to the agricultural supply company to see if they have those thick cylindrical plastics and buy two pieces, so that the fishy smell can be reduced.
After finishing the basket, Wan Feng began to examine his results.
I made two dollars from selling cantaloupe, two dollars from selling popsicles, and two and a half dollars from selling fish. Damn, I could have made three and a half dollars, but that damn Zhang Xiangping messed it up. If you meet this shameless old man again, I'll show you how I'll deal with you.
Although the other party suffered no loss, Wan Feng became angrier and angrier the more he thought about it. It doesn't make sense no matter how you think about it, for a man in his forties or fifties to make things difficult for a child like him.
It seems unnecessary to go to Xiawolong to cause trouble for Zhang Xiangping now, but can I meet this old guy in Jiangwei Brigade?
Will this guy go to the market in Gushan Commune?
In this area of dozens of miles, there is only one market in Gushan among the five communes and one farm. The markets of the other communes are almost all concentrated from spring to autumn in 1981.
The Warrior Commune opened its market in May of 1981, the Black Reef Commune opened even later, in August of 1981 if Wan Feng remembers correctly, the Blue Mountain Farm opened its market in the spring of next year, and the slightly farther Corner Tower Commune opened its market in the winter of next year.
There is only one market in this area now, Gushan, and Wanfeng doesn't believe that this guy won't come to the market.
Uncle Tun has been idle all year round, so there is no reason for him not to go to the market.
There are two routes from Huangjialing to Gushanji. One route is to go from Xiapuzi to Dapuzi and then pass through Sunjiabao Jiangtun to reach Gushan.
The other route is to take the Huang Hui Battalion and lead the Wei Battalion across the river to Gushan.
In terms of distance, the Jiangwei Road is naturally shorter, and it is not just generally shorter. If Zhang Xiangping goes to the market, there is a 90% chance that he will go through Jiangwei.
I don't believe that I won't meet you. How can I let you go if you don't pay several times the price for eating my food?
Wan Feng collected the recipe written by Yang Yu.
For some reason, Luan Feng didn't come out tonight, and the cantaloupe that Wan Feng left for her was of no use, so she stuffed it into her stomach.
He had walked quite a distance today, more than seventy miles round trip, and feeling a little sleepy, he went home to sleep.
At six o'clock in the morning, Wan Feng arrived at Lao Liangtou's melon field on time. After loading the melons, he started his journey again.
We continued with the same routine as yesterday, going to Blue Mountain to unload the popsicle boxes at the cold drink factory, and then going into the city.
Today he did not stop in front of the Second Department Store, but went directly to the entrance of the County Hospital.
What surprised Wan Feng was that there were actually people waiting here to buy his melons. There were about six or seven people, and the middle-aged man who bought all the melons yesterday was also waiting here.
"Have you finished eating all the melons you bought yesterday?" Wan Feng asked in surprise. This guy is eating too much. He eats melons as his meal?
"There are several patients in my father's ward. You see I bought quite a lot, but when I got home there were still too many wolves and not enough meat to go around. I need to buy more today. Give me ten kilograms first."
It's a good sign that the business opens before the car stops.
The middle-aged man bought ten kilograms as the first batch, and the next people also bought five kilograms or six kilograms. After these waiting people disappeared, Wan Feng only had more than twenty kilograms of melons left.
Wan Feng stayed there for more than half an hour. By about 12:30, all the melons were sold out. Wan Feng wanted to keep two but was not able to do so.
He parked his car and went into the hospital.
He was a little worried about the old lady who had a broken bone yesterday. He guessed that her family had also come, so he wanted to go and see them. He also wanted to see if he could get back the three dollars he had paid yesterday.
That’s three pieces. Although his name contains the word “Feng”, his surname is not Lei.
When Wan Feng arrived at the orthopedic ward where the old lady was staying yesterday, he knocked on the door.
"Come in!" someone called from inside.
Wan Feng pushed the door open and was shocked when he entered the room.
There were three or four young men standing at the door of the house, staring at him fiercely and they didn't look like good people at first glance.
There are still some inside, and this room seems to have become an exclusive ward, and no one knows where the rest of the patients have gone.
Did I go to the wrong room?
Wan Feng was just wondering when someone on the bed inside shouted, "It's him!"
As the words came out, a burly man in his thirties walked up to Wan Feng and grabbed his collar.
"You bastard, it was you who knocked my mother into the hospital. Now I've caught you. How are you going to deal with this?"
Holy crap! Was I scammed?
Wan Feng raised his hands in surrender: "Uncle! You must have made a mistake."
"No doubt about it, my mother is you."
At this moment, a female voice came from the bed inside: "Asshole! He was the one who sent me to the hospital and paid for the medical expenses. He wasn't the one who hit me."
The big man was stunned and pulled Wan Feng to the bedside: "Mom! What?"
The old lady who was sent to the hospital by Wan Feng yesterday slapped him in the face: "Let go of your hands! It was this kid who sent me here yesterday."
The big man released his hand that was grabbing Wan Feng's chest. He was obviously stunned by his mother's palm strike and was petrified.
"Auntie! Are you feeling better?"
The old lady smiled and said, "Much better, Doctor. I can go home this afternoon. What a wonderful child. What's your name?"
"My name is Wan Feng."
Wan Feng is not someone who does good deeds without leaving a name. Of course he has to leave a name when doing good deeds, because he may be rewarded at any time. How can others reward him if he does not leave a name?
"This is my son, Xia Qiulong. Please meet him."
Wan Feng timidly looked at the guy who had just grabbed his collar: "Xia...Uncle Xia..."
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