Clearly, these people were going to the docks to do hard labor.
"The boat has arrived and you still haven't come. I thought you were going to walk to Lujia Village."
"If there's a boat, why wouldn't I walk? Would I be stupid?"
Feng Ye pursed his lips.
"Feng Laosan, is this your son?"
The middle-aged man looked him over and asked.
“My youngest son, Feng Ye,” Feng Jiaqing said to Feng Ye, “call him Uncle Luo.”
"Uncle Luo."
Feng Ye obediently called out.
He actually knew him in his past life, but he doesn't know him at this point in time.
Uncle Luo's full name is Luo Shengqiang. He has a good son who is already working. All that is known is that in his previous life he was in the Maritime Safety Administration and was a minor leader, but he doesn't know which department he works in now.
There is no maritime bureau yet; it will be established in 1998 by merging the port authority and the ship inspection bureau.
"Is A-Ye going to Lujia Village to wait for the ferry? What is he going to sell in the county?" Luo Shengqiang asked, glancing at the bucket. "Isn't this a Buddha's Hand snail? Why is he taking it to the county to sell?"
Feng Ye felt exhausted; he didn't recognize any of them.
Ugh, I have to explain it again.
"This isn't a bergamot snail, it's a goose barnacle..."
"If this thing is really that expensive, wouldn't it be great to give it as a gift?"
Luo Shengqiang's eyes lit up after hearing this.
He wasn't thinking of buying it, but rather of looking for it himself if the opportunity arose.
"People need to know what they're talking about, otherwise they'll think it's a Buddha's Hand snail, and it'll be like giving it away for free."
Feng Ye rolled her eyes.
"That's true."
Luo Shengqiang gave an awkward smile.
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