Oh, I forgot, if I don't buy a bicycle ticket myself, then it's fine.
More than forty minutes later, Wang Dabao walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative carrying pots and pans in a net bag, and brand-new bedding, clothes and shoes on his back.
Upon entering the courtyard, I saw Yan Bugui watering the flowers again.
That old bastard is just like a persistent ghost.
So, when he has nothing to do, he just sits at the door all day watching everyone's every move?
"Uncle, are these fake flowers? Real flowers would have died long ago if you watered them like that." Wang Dabao continued walking without stopping, making a joke.
"Da Bao is back."
Yan Bugui put down the kettle and jogged over, his small eyes scrutinizing Wang Dabao's belongings. "Did you move the supply and marketing cooperative here?"
"You spent the ten yuan I just gave you in such a short time?"
Wang Dabao's face darkened. "Why is it just the ten yuan you gave me? Besides, what can ten yuan buy? It's not even enough for a pair of shoes."
"Shoes? Let me take a look."
Yan Bugui, adjusting his glasses, scrutinized Wang Dabao's body, finally spotting the leather shoes on his back. "Oh my god, Dabao, you really went all out..."
Wang Dabao had no intention of continuing his nonsense with Yan Bugui, so he lifted his foot and walked towards the backyard.
"Hey, let me see it then."
Yan Bugui jogged up to catch up, leaned close, and whispered, "Dabao, the old Jia's wife from the Central Court, the grandmother of that brat you tripped this afternoon, has been peering out of your door for ages. She's probably going to cause you trouble."
"Third Uncle."
Wang Dabao chuckled, "That child fell down on his own, didn't we see it clearly?"
"Yes, yes, that's right. He was running too fast and that's why he fell."
"Uncle, you're highly educated and have a high level of awareness. It seems I'll have to think of you first when I need something I don't need anymore..."
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