People who came to the New Year’s goods fair all carried large and small bags in their hands, but none of them bought as much as Wang Shuning.
The little girl was not tall and the things almost buried her.
The lady sitting next to me had half of her buttocks sticking out of the seat and her body leaning outwards.
After getting off the bus, it was difficult to walk.
Passersby avoided it.
Wang Jianjun, who was fetching water in the yard, saw a huge black ball coming in. The color of the clothes on his arms was light yellow, and he called out tentatively, "Little sister?"
Wang Shuning's voice came from the package, "Brother, come quickly and help me get the things."
Wang Jianjun put down the bucket and ran over to take the largest black bag containing the down jackets. "What are these?"
He opened the bag and saw that it was new clothes.
After carrying all the things to the living room, Song's mother, who was making clothes on the kang, said, "It's already past one o'clock, why did you come back just now?"
Zhang Xiuzhen put down the clothes in her hands and looked at the bags. Her sister-in-law bought a lot of things.
Wang Shuning put his hands on his hips and breathed a little, "I went to the goods exhibition last year, so I came back a little late."
Zhang Xiuzhen held the black down jacket in her hand with surprise, "Little sister, these clothes are..."
Wang Shuning walked over, bent down, took out four down jackets and two small vests and put them on the kang. "I saw down jackets shipped from Shenzhen and Guangzhou on the stalls of the New Year Goods Fair. They are filled with duck feathers and are very warm to wear, so I bought one for each of my family members."
Zhang Xiuzhen looked at the four brand new pieces of clothing. They were particularly bulging and obviously very thick.
"This purple one is for mom, the two black ones are for dad and big brother, and this blue one is for big sister-in-law. I'll give these two vests to Tuantuan and Yuanyuan when they come to visit during the Chinese New Year."
Song's mother was surprised and repeatedly checked the down jacket in her hand, then looked up at Wang Shuning and said, "I told you not to buy new clothes, why are you still spending money recklessly?"
Wang Shuning unzipped the zipper and asked Song's mother to put it on immediately. "How can this be called a waste of money? They shipped it all the way from Shenzhen and Guangzhou. If I hadn't happened to see it today, I wouldn't be able to buy it in the future. Besides, money is earned to be spent. Wearing new clothes in the New Year means a new start and smooth sailing in the coming year."
Mother Song held both sides of the down jacket with both hands and said happily: "It's warm, I feel like I'm sweating."
Wang Shuning curled the corners of his mouth. How could he be sweating just after putting it on?
Zhang Xiuzhen had already put on her blue down jacket and couldn't wait to run to the cabinet in her room to look at herself in the mirror. It looked beautiful, really beautiful.
The main reason was that no one else in the compound wore it, so they were the first to wear it.
"My little sister has very good taste. The blue color is very beautiful and slimming."
I got two new clothes for the Chinese New Year this year. I will take turns wearing them and others will be envious.
Wang Jianjun looked at the bright colors on the three women in his family, then looked at himself, all black, "Little sister, why don't you pick a different color for me."
Song's mother glared at him, "You two grown men should wear dark colors. I think black is better. It won't get dirty and won't go out of style."
Wang Jianjun should shut up, and I shouldn't speak.
Wang Jianguo came back from next door to learn from the scriptures. Seeing that several people were wearing new clothes, he heard that it was his youngest daughter who gave them to him. He immediately took off his outer cotton coat and changed into a down jacket, praising them repeatedly: "It's warm and beautiful. I'm old enough to enjoy the blessing of my daughter."
When Song's mother saw that her little daughter didn't have one, she asked, "Why don't you buy one for yourself?"
Wang Shuning explained: "This one I'm wearing is new. I can't stay at home for many days. The temperature over there is high on Jinshan Island, so I don't need to wear a down jacket. I won't take it with me even if I buy it, so I just didn't buy it."
Song's mother was unhappy, "Didn't you say that this dress was shipped from Shenzhen and Guangzhou? It would look good on New Year's Day."
Wang Shuning looked at the light yellow cotton coat on her body and said, "This one I'm wearing is very nice. Others use sewing machines to make it, but it's not as good as the one you make stitch by stitch, tailor-made for me."
I didn't need the twenty dollars, I just didn't buy it because I thought I didn't need it and didn't want it.
Being praised, Song's mother smiled happily, "Of course, my skill in making clothes is the best in the whole compound. You came back so late and you didn't have lunch, right? Keep the rice warm in the pot and ask your sister-in-law to light the stove so that we can have something hot."
Sister-in-law Zhang Xiuzhen quickly went to the kitchen to turn on the stove, and even brought the bowls for rice herself.
Seeing Wang Shuning was about to go out again after dinner, Song's mother asked, "Where are you going?"
Wang Shuning replied: "I met my former classmate on the bus when I came back, so I went to look for her."
Song's mother nodded and said, "Come back early, and we'll have pig's trotters stewed with soybeans for dinner."
Wang Shuning rode his bicycle to Huaimi District next to the South City Compound. When he came back at noon, he saw a large empty factory area here from the bike, and there should be warehouses for rent.
She slowed down and looked both ways as she rode.
Fully armed, he stopped the car, propped himself on one foot and asked, "Uncle, is there a larger warehouse for rent nearby?"
The old man frowned, not hearing clearly. He was a little hard of hearing. "What did you say?"
Wang Shuning had no choice but to lean over to his ear and say loudly, "Is there a large warehouse for rent nearby?"
If there was no one around, everyone would have heard it.
The old man blinked and heard it clearly, "Yes, go forward, there is a large warehouse behind those rows of houses, there is a gatekeeper at the door, there should be someone there at this time."
"Thank you, uncle." Wang Shuning thanked him loudly.
If you keep talking like this, your voice will definitely become hoarse.
After walking around the first two rows of houses, I saw a person sitting in the sentry box in front.
"Hello, is there any warehouse for rent?"
The guard at the sentry box looked at Wang Shuning carefully. He was dressed so warmly, so he must be in that line of work.
"Yes, how long do you want to rent it for? Long-term rental is cheap, short-term rental is expensive."
Wang Shuning: "How much is the short-term rental?"
The guard opened the door and came out. "I'll take you inside to have a look. The rents vary depending on the size. See which one you like."
After viewing five warehouses of different sizes, Wang Shuning chose the largest one. The minimum short-term lease period was half a month. After paying the money, Wang Shuning got the key.
"Is there someone guarding the post here day and night?"
The guard said, "From 8 am to 5 pm, no one is here at other times. It's Chinese New Year, and no one wants to come for such a low salary."
Wang Shuning nodded, noted the location, and left.
I went to the door of the agency store to borrow a phone and made a call. It took dozens of seconds for the call to be connected after I dialed the number. Fortunately, it was within the city. If it was outside the city, the waiting time would have been even longer.
"Hello." A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
Wang Shuning whispered, "I'm looking for Brother Mao from Pinggu. I want seven and a half Camellia cigarettes."
"Wait a moment, I'll ask Brother Mao to come and pick it up."
Putting the microphone aside, the man hurriedly opened the curtain and ran to the yard behind.
He opened the door, knocked on it, and shouted, "Brother Mao, the man from Seven and a Half Camellia Cigarettes called."
Tao Zhongxiao and Zhao Gugu, who were counting bundles of money in the room, were stunned. It was so fast.
He quickly opened the door and answered the phone.
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