After watching Feng Haidong leave, Lin Youzhi couldn't help but mutter something to himself.
"Wait a minute, Feng Haidong has already gone home, but it doesn't seem to be time to get off work yet, right?"
After muttering this to himself, Lin Youzhi turned and left the factory gate. His face was expressionless, and it was impossible to tell whether he intended to pursue the matter of Feng Haidong leaving early.
Feng Haidong was unaware of what happened at the factory after he left.
He pedaled his bicycle, pushing it along, humming: "Today we drink to celebrate our victory, our ambitions unfulfilled, we swear we will not rest until they are realized..."
When Feng Haidong hummed, his singing style really had a professional flair.
In his youth, Feng Haidong was a man of many talents.
During his middle school years, he also applied to the provincial art school.
As it happened, he was going through puberty and ultimately failed the exam.
During his years at the factory, Feng Haidong never gave up his love for the arts. In the years when the factory was doing well, he not only did a great job at the factory, but also...
They also actively participate in various cultural and artistic activities in the factory.
He not only wrote bulletin boards for the factory, but also frequently wrote articles for the factory newspaper.
Moreover, he would actively prepare for the factory's annual arts festival and would always put on one or two performances to participate.
He even won an award on behalf of the factory at a city-wide factory performance.
However, after the factory went bankrupt and Feng Haidong lost his stable job, he could only seal his artistic pursuits away in the depths of his memory.
Now back in his prime, Feng Haidong is looking forward to changing his life, and naturally, his artistic spirit is burning brightly within him.
Humming excerpts from Peking Opera all the way, Feng Haidong was full of energy and quickly rode his bicycle home.
After placing the stroller and bicycle in his yard, Feng Haidong locked the door and went out again, heading straight for the vegetable market in front of the residential compound.
Feng Haidong first went to the seafood stalls and searched carefully, only to find that there were very few stalls selling crayfish.
Even if a few vendors do sell them occasionally, it's only a small pot of them.
Feng Haidong knew that crayfish were not very popular to eat these days.
The key issue is that many locals don't know what to do.
Since few people know how to make it, few people eat it, and naturally, it doesn't sell much.
Moreover, the crayfish in 1996 were not the same as the farmed crayfish from other places that appeared later.
Most of them are caught by setting shrimp traps in field irrigation ditches and some small streams.
As a result, there will naturally be no more large quantities of crayfish being sold in baskets like in the future.
So Feng Haidong simply stopped looking at the seafood stalls.
He ran straight out of the market.
Nowadays, locals often set up stalls at the entrance of the market.
They usually sell vegetables they grow themselves, or free-range eggs laid by their own chickens.
Some fishermen from the riverbank will also come over to sell the fish and shrimp they have caught in the river.
After some deliberation, Feng Haidong...
Since there are no locally farmed crayfish coming here, it's unlikely that you can buy many from the seafood stalls.
Why not go to the local fishermen along the river and ask if anyone can help collect a large quantity?
Arriving at the entrance of the vegetable market, a small market had already formed at this intersection.
After searching for a while, Feng Haidong found a fellow villager.
Judging from the accent, the other person was from Feng Haidong's hometown village and his name was Feng Baoan.
Feng Haidong struck up a conversation with the other person: "Judging from your accent, you're from Feng Village, right? Did you come from the town?"
Upon hearing Feng Haidong use a familiar accent and mention Feng Village, Feng Baoan immediately realized that Feng Haidong must also be from Feng Village.
"You're also from Feng Village?"
Feng Haidong replied, "Of course! I'm from Feng Village, and I still go back home for the New Year. My parents live in the town."
Upon hearing this, Feng Baoan asked, "Your parents live in town? Whose family?"
Feng Haidong smiled and said, "You know Feng Chungu's family, right?"
Feng Baoan was immediately surprised: "Oh my, you're from Feng Chun Gu's family? This is really family! I ran into my brother Chun Gu at the market in town last week."
When Feng Haidong learned that the other person's name was "Feng Baoan," he knew that the other person was a generation older than him in terms of seniority in the village.
So Feng Haidong didn't stand on ceremony at all and directly asked, "Then should I call you Uncle?"
Feng Baoan said, "In terms of seniority, you should indeed call me that, but I know that's not the custom in your city. I'm not that much older than you, so why don't you just call me Big Brother?"
Feng Haidong said, "That won't do, Uncle. We're from the same village, so we can't mess up the seniority. Uncle, why did you come to the city?"
Feng Baoan said, "I heard that business is good in the city, so I caught a few fish yesterday and thought I'd come over to sell them."
Feng Haidong looked at the two large fish that Feng Baoan had laid out, squatted down, lifted the gills to take a look, and said, "Uncle, these two fish of yours are fresh. They must be from the river."
Feng Baoan chuckled and said, "Yes, I just caught it from the river yesterday. It was very fresh, but it died on the way here. I don't know anyone here, and it's been sitting here for so long that people probably think it's a dead fish, so no one has asked about it."
Feng Haidong thought for a moment and said, "Uncle, how about this? You take the fish and come with me, and I'll help you sell them."
Perhaps because their ancestors were from the same village, Feng Baoan trusted Feng Haidong quite a bit.
Upon hearing what Feng Haidong said, he immediately tied the two fish by their chins with a hemp rope, picked them up, and said, "Okay, I believe you. Haidong, you lead the way."
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