As I passed Old Wang's convenience store, a truck was parked in front of it, and a man was unloading goods.
"Uncle Wang, what good stuff did you get?" Mingjing stepped forward and took a look.
"Instant noodles, snacks, isn't your nephew back? Buy him some more food, that kid's skinny like a monkey."
Old Wang picked up a bottle of Milo and a carton of milk, saying, "These are all good for your health; boys will grow taller if they eat them."
Mingjing curled her lips. The people here, regardless of age or gender, are generally only about 1.7 meters tall. How tall can they be?
"What brand of milk is it?" Mingjing leaned closer to examine it.
The milk carton says "Yiren Milk," and the cow is sticking out its tongue, looking rather dim-witted.
"Is this a legitimate cow?"
"How could it not be? I grew up listening to 300 Tang poems, and I'm a relative of a proper Mongolian cow... my relative's dairy cow, but it's absolutely safe to drink from."
Old Wang chuckled.
"Come on, I'll have a bottle of Milo and a bag of balloons." Mingjing took out her money and bought a bottle of Milo milk powder and a bag of colorful balloons.
The float is too expensive; this thing works much better.
When they got home, Sun Yunmei saw what Mingjing was holding and asked, "What's this?"
"I bought this Gao Le Gao for Lei Lei. If that kid doesn't drink some nutritious food, he'll be only 1.5 meters tall by the time he's eighteen. He could jump up and hit my knee."
“Sigh, Leilei is six years old this year, how come he’s only 1.2 meters tall? Should we take him to the hospital to get checked out? His mother is short, his father is short, and his whole family is short,” Sun Yunmei said, also becoming worried.
"It's just malnutrition. Erdan next door was only 1.3 meters tall at ten years old. His parents were also short. Later, he grew to 1.7 meters tall by supplementing his diet with chicken, fish, meat, and eggs, didn't he?"
Ming Dahai retorted that his son was 1.75 meters tall and Liu Feng was 1.6 meters tall, so it wasn't a fundamental problem at all.
Mingjing didn't argue. He put down the Gao Le Gao and went inside. With nothing else to do, he opened the fishing tackle shop. His luck stat remained stable at 70 today.
Logically, she could have gone to the beach today, but those old women were so annoying that she wasn't in the mood.
Ming Dahai remembered that Mingjing had gone to town and wanted to ask what she was doing there, but just as he opened his mouth, someone came to the door.
"A clear mirror".
Song Laosan and his nephew Song Yugui stood at the door, smiling at her.
"Uncle Song, have you come to a change of heart again?" Mingjing asked with an undisguised smile, getting up to pour tea for the two of them. "Sit down."
"Hehe, I've figured it out. Don't worry, Mingjing, we'll definitely fix that ship for you. As for the price, whatever you say is fine."
"Uncle Song, to be honest, I saw your boat. If it weren't for the engine and propeller, a hundred yuan would have been too much."
Song Yugui shook her head. "My engine and propeller are top-of-the-line. Once I've repaired the boat, the price won't be the same. You can raise it by another fifty."
If it weren't for the huge hole in that boat, he would have been making at least two hundred a day on this boat. But there was nothing he could do; he had ventilation, took medicine every day, and didn't earn much from fishing.
One hundred and fifty a day is just enough for him to buy medicine; one hundred is really too little.
"Uncle Song, your boat is actually worth over a hundred. Even if the engine and propeller are good, it's still second-hand now. The boat also has a hole in it, which is really unlucky."
"Besides having the protection of the Sea Goddess, who else would dare to ask for it? Even you yourself probably wouldn't dare to open it, would you?"
"That's true, but one hundred yuan is too little. You should raise it a bit."
Mingjing thought for a moment, then suggested raising it again, "Uncle Song, how about one hundred and one?"
Song Yugui: ...
Does a price increase of one yuan even count as a price increase?
"Mingjing, you're kidding me. How about a fixed price of one hundred and fifty?"
"Uncle Song, we've all had a tough time. This is at most 110 yuan, including maintenance. You pay once you rent it. If you still think it's too little, then we'll just forget about it."
After thinking it over, Song Yugui gritted his teeth and agreed.
When do you need it?
"Just get it fixed in the next two days. Do you want us to sign a contract or something?"
Song Yugui stood up. "No need. It's just renting a boat, not buying one. I'll fix it for you tonight, and you can pay me back tomorrow if you think it's okay."
"Okay, thank you, Uncle Song."
Mingjing politely saw the two off.
"One hundred and ten is too expensive. I think eighty is out of the question," Ming Dahai said, puffing on his pipe with a reluctant expression.
"Forget it, Dad. That boat has a motor and a propeller, which is quite expensive. As long as the bow is fixed and doesn't leak, it'll be fine."
Mingjing didn't say something else. She had just noticed that Song Yugui was limping and holding his waist, and he was wearing knee braces. He was probably suffering from gout, and she didn't want to make things difficult for him.
She doesn't indulge in righteousness and wealth; she's just too soft-hearted.
"Uncle Song said it can be fixed tomorrow. Dad, shall we go out to sea and set up fish traps?" Mingjing looked at everyone with a gleam in his eyes.
Ming Dahai looked at Ming Jing and said, "We don't know how the ship is yet. Let's take a look tomorrow. If it's suitable, I'll go out to sea with you."
"OK."
With nothing to do in the afternoon, Mingjing remembered the house and went directly to find Mingzhu.
When she arrived at the Ming family's gate, it was open, so she went straight in. In the courtyard, Lan Guixiang was sunbathing and sleeping soundly.
"Grandma," Mingjing patted Lan Guixiang and called her name repeatedly.
Lan Guixiang opened her eyes and saw Mingjing, then rolled her eyes at her, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for Mingzhu."
She stood up and looked into the room.
"What do you want from me?"
Mingzhu came in from outside carrying a bucket of water, looking miserable; it was clear she hadn't caught the sea.
"Who is it?" A woman came out of the house, and after recognizing Mingjing, she splashed a basin of water at the doorway. "Are you trying to cause trouble for us again?"
The speaker was Ming Xingwang's wife, in her thirties, beautiful but with a fiery temper.
Because Ming Xingwang is a father's boy, lacking his own opinions and being a chauvinist, he angered his wife so much that she stayed at her parents' house for half a year. It's estimated that Ming Xingwang listened to his father and went to invite her back.
"What are you saying? I'm here today to help you get rich. We're all family, how could I eat the meat myself and leave you with the soup?"
Mingjing said that he moved a stool and sat down.
"What mischief are you plotting?" Lan Guixiang asked warily.
She had heard that this brat had led the villagers to rob the Qian family and gotten away with it without any trouble. Now that she was coming to her house again, how could she not panic?
"It's all out of goodwill, Grandma. Have you heard that the village is electing a women's director? I bet Mingzhu is going to run for it, right?"
Mingzhu hesitated for a moment before nodding. "You want to help me?"
"No, I want to run for office too."
Mingzhu: ...
Does she still have a chance of winning?
"Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?"
"No, that's not it. I can back out, but you have to go and tell Zhang Fan that my family wants to buy a plot of land for our house. Ask his dad to put in a good word for me and get it for two thousand."
Upon hearing that they wanted to buy a plot of land for homesteading, the Ming family members' eyes lit up.
Good boy.
How much money did they make that they used to buy land for building houses?
"The women's director is a high-ranking official. I'm the most likely person in the village to be her daughter-in-law. If I step down and help you out, do you think Zhang Ping will want you as his daughter-in-law?"
Who wouldn't want to marry Zhang Fan, who is rich and powerful? She wavered.
"Am I sure I'll be chosen? Don't lie to me," Mingzhu thought, feeling that Mingjing was really bad now, and she was a little scared.
"Don't worry, if you help me, I'll help you too. I'll be waiting for your good news."
Mingjing got up to leave, but Lan Guixiang coughed lightly and stood up to stop her. "Cough cough cough, Mingjing, how's your dad doing lately? Tell him to come visit me more often."
"Which plot of land do you want to buy? Have your second uncle go with you to take a look. As for the money, your dad, being the eldest son, will contribute more. We'll just contribute five hundred yuan."
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