January 9, 1981, the fourth day of the first lunar month.
When he woke up in the morning, Wan Feng felt his throat was dry and one of his nostrils was a little stuffy, which seemed like he was about to catch a cold again.
It was probably the result of roasting the brazier at Liang Wan's house last night and then getting blown away by the wind when he came out.
Illness is a mean creature. You must never take it seriously. The more seriously you take it, the more trouble it will cause you.
Wan Feng didn't care whether his nose was blocked or not, and ran to the river to exercise as usual.
The most important thing about exercising is to persevere. You should train in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer and never give up after a few days.
After nearly an hour of high-intensity exercise, I felt a lot more comfortable after working up a sweat.
After going home to change my sweaty clothes and having dinner, I came to the Wahou team headquarters and found that classmates from my team and Waqian were already waiting there.
Wan Feng took these classmates who arrived early to Luan Feng's house to pick up the couplets they had chosen yesterday.
At around seven o'clock, the students arrived one after another.
Wan Feng did not plan to sell clothes when he went to Gushan Market. After everyone arrived, a group of people rushed to Gushan in a mighty manner.
The students behind the mountain were waiting at the entrance of the team headquarters. After the two teams met up, they continued on their journey.
The top of the flat mountain is covered with snow, radiating layers of subtle light under the rising sun.
It was solemn and dignified at the foot of the Fox Fairy Cave. Someone was burning incense and praying, but no one knew what they were praying for.
When passing by here, Wan Feng silently prayed for the fox fairy's blessing in his heart.
The Yinna River is now covered with thick ice, and someone has thrown sand onto the ice surface at the crossing, which makes a crackling sound when stepped on.
A group of students walking together is never lonely. They laugh, play, and have fun sliding on the ice.
Compared with these energetic classmates, Wan Feng was as calm as a teacher leading a tour, and from time to time he reminded these mountain cat beasts not to fall into the ice holes.
Falling into an ice hole at this time will not kill you because the water is shallow, but you will definitely get a black eye and a swollen face, and it is possible that your younger brother will be frozen to death.
The orchards in Heyan Village no longer have the abundant fruits they used to have in autumn, leaving only leafless tree trunks shivering in the cold wind.
When Wan Feng saw these fruit trees, he remembered that he should buy some fruits to save for the New Year.
Xiao Jun had already taken up a spot at the entrance of the market and was arguing with a few people who came to the market.
The entrance to a market is usually the prime location of a market. It has the most people and naturally sells things the fastest.
Xiao Jun's brush took up an area of fifteen or sixteen meters on each side of the market entrance, so naturally some people had opinions.
But there was no point in having opinions. At that time, the land in the market was not bought with money. Whoever arrived first could occupy it. If that didn't work, they would just compare the size of their fists.
Xiao Jun's fist was of course smaller than that of an adult, but when Wan Feng appeared with twenty or thirty people, his fist became much bigger, and those who had disputes over the territory immediately gave up their objections.
Even if they were adults, they would have little chance of winning against teenagers in their thirties or early thirteens.
Wan Feng introduced Xiao Jun and his classmates to each other, and then gave each of them a piece of cloth, which they spread on the ground one by one.
Even if you don't set up a stall, you have to occupy the space first. As long as you occupy the space, there will be no more disputes.
Zhu Ping came with Luan Jianshe, and Wan Feng gave them three meters of space on his own territory to set up their stall.
When the market starts to get crowded, all the stalls open up and it becomes a sea of red.
Yesterday's Black Lagoon Market gave Wan Feng and his classmates some experience, so today they were not as panicked as when there were many people around, and were able to deal with the chaotic flow of people in an orderly manner.
Wan Feng's main focus today was Zhu Ping, who had never sold anything at the market before and seemed flustered.
He dumped all the goods on the mat, and his face and neck turned red when several girls asked about the price.
This is not a business.
Wan Feng sorted the goods he brought into different categories and laid them out neatly. Immediately, the scene changed significantly, and the colorful items were very eye-catching.
His small stall first attracted little girls whose pockets were cleaner than their faces. After all, those colorful and worthless plastic necklaces and bracelets were the most attractive to women.
Unfortunately, they had no money and they looked around for a long time but didn’t sell anything.
What opened for business were lighters. These lighters were very different in appearance from the gasoline-burning lighters sold in the supply and marketing cooperatives at the time, and there were several very nice-looking styles.
However, the price of fifty cents is incomparable to the lighters sold at one cent in the supply and marketing cooperatives.
"A lighter from Hong Kong, huh? Don't you know where Hong Kong is? Hong Kong is a prosperous place. Women there walk around the streets naked in just shorts in the summer. You don't believe it? Seriously! See the woman on this lighter? She's wearing clothes like this. There's only one lighter with this pattern here. It's not that we don't have it, but we don't dare sell it. Be careful when you buy it and use it in front of others. And don't let your wife see it, or she'll make you kneel on the washboard."
A man who looked like he was of some status laughed obscenely at the same time as Wan Feng, then took out money to buy the lighter with a bikini girl printed on it.
Zhu Ping was completely speechless. What the hell was his nephew saying?
The next step was to trick a few girls into buying a plastic bracelet each.
After that, people kept coming to Zhu Ping's stall to buy things, and in the end, the item that sold the fastest was key chains.
Zhu Ping sold more than 30 key chains with some small decorations on them this morning.
In the 1980s and 1990s, almost all men in rural areas had a key chain around their waists. It was full of keys that were not sure whether they were useful or not. If you walked quickly, the keys would make a rattling sound.
This thing has existed in rural areas for a very long time. Even in the era of pagers, it was still in harmony with pagers.
When did this thing start to disappear?
Wan Feng thought about it for a long time and vaguely remembered that it was about two thousand years later, but he couldn't remember exactly when this thing began to decrease or even disappear.
Not being able to remember had no effect on Wan Feng. Whenever he saw a lot of people in front of someone's stall, he would go over to help.
Luan Jianshe's business is booming. The hand-cranked threshers he sells have already opened up the market. Farmers all know that his thing saves time and labor. Although it is a bit expensive, one can be used for many years and does not cost much in a year. Therefore, many people buy it, and some even come to him for wholesale.
He could make fifty or sixty threshers during a market session, and they were all sold out in a short time.
He was the first one to pack up his stall.
Of course, Wan Feng was happy too because he sold them quickly, as he would earn one dollar for every one he sold.
It’s just that this damn uncle hasn’t paid him for a long time, so it seems necessary to give him a lesson again.
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