"Okay, thank you for reminding me, brother," Wang Peng said again.
A few polite words can earn you a kind reminder; sometimes, getting along with others can be that simple.
"The five-yuan and one-yuan notes from the fourth set of RMB, they bring back so many memories." Wang Peng took out six yuan, kissed them twice, pulled his cart away from the asphalt road, and turned onto the side road.
Ahead is Hancun Village, behind which is a railway culvert. Beyond the culvert is a cemetery, and beyond the cemetery is the back wall of the railway staff quarters.
In his previous life, he was building houses for his family's residential compound on the construction site. He happened to learn that this was a way to enter the city.
He walked through the cemetery, pulled his cart to the entrance of the family compound, and did not encounter the road bullies who tried to stop him.
—That's the secret to why he dared to go to the city to sell melons.
“Nobody knows about this shortcut.” Wang Peng smiled and decided to try his luck at the railway family compound.
We gave the gatekeeper two big watermelons, and he opened the gate with a smile.
"Young man, don't shout loudly. If you disturb the peace and anger the leaders, you won't be able to come in again."
"Okay, I got it. I promise I won't cause you any trouble." Wang Peng said and went into the family quarters.
These are all detached courtyard houses. He knocked on the door of courtyard number one.
The woman who opened the door was around thirty years old, and she looked at him cautiously.
Wang Peng smiled and said, "Sister, I'm sorry to bother you. Would you like some watermelon? Watermelon is good for beauty and youth."
The woman's wariness lessened considerably when such pleasant and endearing words came from a child's mouth.
The door-to-door delivery service was also a novel experience for her.
"How much are your watermelons?" She was worried that the watermelons delivered to her door would be more expensive than the market price.
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