The old lady staggered after being pushed. She was furious. When she heard the man in front of her dared to refute her, she immediately became so angry that she blew her beard and glared: "Ha, you still think you are right?
Regardless of whether they are here to buy defective cloth or not, there are so many people standing in this supply and marketing cooperative, don’t they have to queue up one by one?"
When the mole lady saw that everyone's eyes were on her, she felt uncomfortable. Why was she always wrong in their eyes?
Obviously, we can split into two teams, and those who don’t buy the defective cloth can go directly to buy other things. Isn’t that faster?
She sneered: “Just because you don’t have brains doesn’t mean others don’t have brains!
If everyone were to line up like you guys, how long would it take for people who really want to buy other things to line up?"
The moment the mole-faced lady opened her mouth, she offended almost everyone. Even the salesperson behind her looked unhappy.
The lady in the green headscarf sighed, then stepped out with a smile to smooth things over: "This lady is a bit blunt, please don't take it personally.
But there is one thing that they said is absolutely right.
When we have defective cloth to sell, don’t we also divide into two teams?
As the Chinese New Year is approaching, more and more people are buying defective cloth, and the salespeople are probably too busy to handle it.
That's why everyone is crowded together. Now let's set aside a small area and let a salesperson specialize in selling other things. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"
The lady in the green headscarf was wearing clean clothes, with few patches on them.
I have been a small leader in the food factory for some time. When I stand there, people can't help but believe what he says and does.
A woman followed suit and said, "What the lady said makes sense. Why don't we give up a small space and see if anyone else wants to buy something?"
"Yes, yes, let's go over there for a while, it won't delay anything."
At this moment, the back door of the supply and marketing cooperative was opened, and a woman walked in, looking exhausted.
He was surprised for a moment when everyone's eyes turned to him.
He Hongmei looked at the little girl beside her in confusion: "Xiaolan, what's going on?"
"Sister He............"
Xiaolan explained the matter simply and clearly. He Hongmei frowned and asked, "Why don't you follow the usual rules?"
Xiaolan and several salesmen shrank their necks and answered subconsciously: "Almost everyone who comes here brings a few feet of defective cloth. They are too busy over there, so we thought of merging them together."
He Hongmei couldn't criticize the girls in front of everyone, so she could only smile and turn to everyone: "What happened today really caused trouble for everyone.
In this way, comrades who do not buy defective cloth will stand on the right side, and those who buy defective cloth will line up in two lines on the left side.
Everyone calculates the number of people registered in their household registration and how many feet of defective cloth they can buy.
At that time, our salesperson can just check it directly, and it will be faster."
The best way to resolve a conflict is to change the subject.
He Hongmei distracted everyone with just a few words.
Everyone lowered their heads to calculate the number of people on their household registration books and the number of feet they could buy.
The mole lady lined up on the right side with a haughty attitude. She turned her head and looked back, only to find that, except for herself, everyone else was basically lined up on the defect side.
Perhaps some people originally came here to buy other things, but then heard that the supply and marketing cooperative had defective cloth for sale.
Don't rush home to get your household registration book to buy it.
After all, other things can be bought at any time, but defective cloth is hard to come by.
He Hongmei personally received the mole lady and waved at her with a smile: "Sister, what do you want?
Come here and I will pack it for you......"
After all, He Hongmei is still very grateful to Aunt Mole.
If she hadn't argued, no matter how much He Hongmei shouted or spoke, people would still have flocked here for fear that they wouldn't be able to buy it.
The mole-bearing lady handed over the paper in her hand and said to He Hongmei with a smile, "I want these things.
You have packed everything, just tell me the total amount."
He Hongmei originally thought that this elder sister was not very literate and that her family members wrote the orders for her when she went out to purchase goods.
He took the list nonchalantly, and when he saw the contents clearly, his eyes widened.
With trembling hands, he asked, "Big sister, do you really need so many things?"
The mole lady nodded confidently: "How can it be fake? The amount is clearly written on it, just pack it according to the amount."
He Hongmei looked the mole-faced lady up and down, and subconsciously paused for two seconds at the patch on her clothes.
She doubted very much whether the elder sister in front of her could come up with the money when she packed all her things.
The mole lady also noticed her gaze and quickly reached out to cover the patch on her body.
He said dissatisfiedly: "Look, the money and tickets are all here, just pack them for me according to the list!"
As she spoke, she opened the cloth bag in her hand and placed it on the counter.
When everyone saw the thick stack of bills and money inside, they gasped.
Although life has been better in the past two years than in previous years, who would go out with so much money?
All those scattered sums added together would probably be several hundred yuan.
He Hongmei thought she had spent all her savings on shopping, so she kindly reminded her, "Sister, we should shop rationally."
The mole lady was not an ungrateful person, she waved her hand and said: "It's Chinese New Year, aren't you going to buy some more things?
Please help me pack my things quickly, I am waiting to go back."
After hearing her say this, He Hongmei did not try to stop her.
The mole-faced lady watched her packing things skillfully, looked down at the four or five patches on her cotton-padded jacket, and sighed silently in her heart.
In recent years, the relationship between her and her husband has improved a lot. The days of youth and recklessness are over. Now that she is old, she wants to have a child around her.
So, despite other people's dissuasion, Aunt Mole went to the surrounding villages to look for folk remedies whenever she had a break.
I want to take care of my body and have a child by my side.
But several years have passed and there is still no result, and a lot of money has been spent.
Seeing that other people's lives were getting better and better, the money that her family received every year was basically spent on medical treatment, and her life became more and more difficult. No one could tell the pain in the mole-faced old lady's heart.
By the time He Hongmei had tied up everything with hemp rope and wrapped the candies and cakes with paper, nearly half an hour had passed.
He Hongmei stretched out her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Oh my god, the last time she packed so many things was when that kid Lu Zhiye came.
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