Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Sunday morning...

On Sunday morning, Shen Moer wore a dress with the least patches, braided her hair into a braid, tied a red headband, and used some rouge and powder from the treasure house on her face, making her look energetic and beautiful.

The Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day were not far away, and the commune had a heavy propaganda task. All the people had been borrowed from the kiln factory, so even though it was Sunday, Shen Shaoyuan still had to go to the commune to work overtime. After a simple breakfast, the father and daughter carried a bamboo basket and went to the yard of the next brigade to ride a donkey cart.

Shen Shaoyuan usually walked to work. When there was a market in the commune, Uncle Liu would drive a donkey cart to pick everyone up. Shen Shaoyuan didn't want his daughter to suffer, so he asked Xu Weiguo to arrange a market day. There

were already several aunts and aunts sitting in the donkey cart. Zheng Jiamin, a young man, sat in the middle of them. Not only was he not a little bit awkward, he even fit in very well and chatted with the aunts.

Seeing Shen Moer and the others, Zheng Jiamin immediately waved: "Comrade Shen, Uncle Shen Qi!"

After Shen Moer and Shen Shaoyuan sat down, he immediately moved his butt to the side of Shen Shaoyuan: "Uncle Qi, are you going to the commune to catch the market today?" He called Uncle Qi so smoothly.

Shen Shaoyuan: "I'm going back to work overtime, Moer, go buy some things."

Zheng Jiamin immediately volunteered: "Comrade Shen Moer, if you come back with the things you bought and can't carry them, call me for help!"

When the time was almost up, Uncle Liu estimated that no one would come, so he drove the donkey away.

Zheng Jiamin was obviously quite liked by the aunts and uncles. Soon, an aunt started chatting with him again: "When will the educated youth Yang and Shi from your educated youth camp have their wedding? We all saw it that day. They must get married after all that happened, right? The autumn harvest is coming soon. If we don't hurry up, it will be difficult to prepare for the harvest."

Speaking of this, Zheng Jiamin couldn't help but smile awkwardly but politely: "They both said that they regarded each other as brothers and sisters."

Shi Wei said that he had always regarded Yang Qingqing as his sister, and that he was in a hurry to save people at that time, and he couldn't get married because of such a small matter, otherwise he would only become a couple of resentment in the future.

Yang Qingqing also said that they were revolutionary comrades who helped each other, and whoever mentioned the difference between men and women was a feudal dregs.

In fact, everyone can see that neither of them likes the other, and neither of them wants to marry the other.

No one knows why they were so close before.

The chatty aunt said, "Brothers and sisters?! So, even hooligans say they are brothers and sisters."

The aunt asked with a frown, "When Yang Zhiqing grabbed Shi Zhiqing that day, he was calling Fu Zhiqing. Yang Zhiqing didn't like Shi Zhiqing, but Fu Zhiqing, right? Tsk tsk tsk, as the old saying goes, girls love to be pretty, and Fu Zhiqing is much prettier than Shi Zhiqing."

The other aunts echoed, as if they had seen through the truth of the matter long ago. Zheng Jiamin silently sympathized with Fu Mingze in his heart and tried in vain to help explain: "This matter has nothing to do with Fu Zhiqing. He has an ordinary relationship with Yang Zhiqing."

The aunt waved her hand: "Well, well, the fallen flowers have a meaning, but the water doesn't have that meaning. I understand."

Zheng Jiamin said weakly: "It's the fallen flowers that have a meaning and the flowing water that has a meaning. " Ruthless."

Aunt: "Isn't that what I mean?"

Zheng Jiamin was powerless to resist, and quickly found Shen Shaoyuan to talk: "Seventh Uncle, why are you working overtime on Sunday? Is the promotion task of this kiln so heavy? The last time I went to the commune with Mingze, I saw the slogan you wrote outside the kiln. The words were written, wow, so beautiful!"

Zheng Jiamin gave a thumbs up and then said: "The slogan I won’t mention it. There are paintings on the wall. The images of workers, peasants and soldiers are so lifelike. They look so energetic! Uncle Qi, you are so amazing! "

Shen Shaoyuan laughed: "It's okay."

He has heard a lot of compliments. Zheng Zhiqing's flattery is not original, but it is sincere. Even though Shen Shaoyuan knew that he was forced by the aunts to change the subject, he gladly accepted it.

Shen Moer did hear about the farce that happened in the creek at the entrance of the village, but she heard it from Aunt Cai and the others. Aunt Cai and the others went there late and didn't know what happened before.

Even so, Shen Moer couldn't help but silently sympathize with Fu Mingze. Not only did Yang Qingqing follow him all day, but even when she was not in a clear mind, she still wanted to pester him. It was unknown how Fu Zhiqing could endure living under the same roof.

After arriving at the commune, Shen Shaoyuan went to work. It was still early, so Shen Moer went to the sparrow market for a walk.

Before the new house was built, they were not sure how much money would be needed later, so they had not bought anything. Now that the house is built, all the bills that should be settled have been settled. Shen Moer still has 83.6 yuan left in her hand, so she planned to take out 20 yuan to buy some emergency items.

In fact, there could have been more left, but some was spent on building the bathroom.

Shen Moer walked around the Sparrow Market and saw a man selling a rattan box he had woven himself. The style was a bit rough, but fortunately the material was solid and the weaving was careful. There was even a small handle that could be locked when the box was closed, which was quite practical.

"Grandpa, how do I exchange this box?"

The old man hesitated for a long time before whispering, "Six yuan for one, eleven yuan for a pair."

As if he was afraid that Shen Moer would think it was too expensive, he immediately explained, "The materials are all good, and it took a lot of time to weave it. And, and, the style of this box is also my granddaughter's own idea, and it's not available elsewhere."

Shen Moer didn't think it was expensive. Apart from other things, the things were really solid. What surprised her was that the old man looked reserved and honest, but she didn't expect him to be good at business. Six yuan for one, eleven yuan for a pair, isn't this just small profits but quick turnover, wanting people to buy more. Unfortunately,

she was only prepared to spend twenty yuan today, and buying a pair of boxes would cost eleven yuan, so there wasn't much money left.

"Do you want to buy it or not? If not, please move away. You are blocking the road." A plump middle-aged woman came over, squeezed Shen Moer, and asked the master who was selling rattan boxes, "How much is this box?"

After the master repeated what he had just said, the middle-aged woman immediately raised her voice and said, "It's just a thing made of rattan, and you dare to charge six yuan for it?! How can you be a handicraft sideline? You are just a simple... It's just speculation! Which brigade are you from? These things of yours don't cost much. Two yuan each is the most expensive. Are you going to sell them for two yuan? If not, I'll go and ask the cadres of your brigade."

The old man was frightened by her scolding and turned pale. He waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm not from here. This will take up my time. I'd rather dig the ground and earn work points for two yuan. I really can't do this. My brigade agrees..."

"Okay, I'll give you an extra fifty cents. Two pieces for five yuan, no more." The middle-aged woman said as she went to pick up the box.

The old man stammered to explain, holding out his hands to protect the box: "You can't sell it. My granddaughter said that it will not be sold for less than five yuan..."

A person who has been honest all his life suddenly met a person who was forcing him to buy something. He was immediately at a loss and couldn't speak clearly.

In a hurry, he even revealed his lowest price.

Shen Moer couldn't bear it and couldn't help saying, "Comrade, buying and selling things should be based on mutual consent. If you think the price is not right, just don't buy it. Why make things difficult for this old man?"

The middle-aged woman held the two boxes tightly and turned her head to glare at Shen Moer, "Why don't you mind my business!"

She shouted to the other end, "Junliang, Junliang, come and pay!"

The old man was still there saying, "It can't be sold, it can't be sold..."

Shen Moer couldn't bear it anymore, so she stabbed her with her hand. While she was crying out in pain, she snatched the rattan box back, "I said I won't sell it, and you still want to snatch it away?!"

Putting the rattan box on the ground, Shen Moer took out a few rolled-up banknotes from her pocket. A ten-yuan bill and a one-yuan bill, and she directly gave the two bills to the old man: "I want to buy two, eleven yuan, right?"

The old man only took ten yuan and gave the one yuan back to Shen Moer: "Eleven yuan is the asking price, ten yuan is enough."

Shen Moer nodded: "Thank you very much."

There were three rattan boxes on the old man's stall, and Shen Moer bought two of them, and now there is only one left. The middle-aged woman didn't expect Shen Moer to pay so quickly. Seeing that Shen Moer was about to leave with two boxes, she quickly grabbed her:

"What's wrong with you? It was obviously me who wanted to buy first, how could you cut in line? Don't you understand first come first served? This box is mine, you can't take it away!"

Shen Moer: "I have already paid, the money is the same, this box is already mine, why can't I take it away?"

The middle-aged woman: "No, if you take it away, I won't be able to complete the pair. I saw it first, it's just ten yuan, I'll pay!"

Then she took out money from her pocket, found a big round-up and threw it on the boss's stall: "I'll pay, you give me the things!"

Shen Moer narrowed her eyes, and before she could do anything, a young man hurried over to the side: "Mom, what did you buy, I'll pay for it."

"Two rattan boxes, I've paid ten yuan. These boxes are good. When you get married, this pair of boxes will be a good betrothal gift." The middle-aged woman seemed to have completely forgotten how she had devalued these rattan boxes before, and was very proud of herself.

The old man was brave for once, picking up the ten yuan she threw and returning it to the young man: "That female comrade bought it first, I can't take your money."

A rogue who bargained for the price, and a female comrade who didn't even bargain for the price and helped him talk, it's easy to imagine which side the old man would favor. The

young man immediately understood what was going on, and took the rattan box and returned it to Shen Moer: "Comrade, I'm sorry. This box is yours, you can take it."

Shen Moer looked at him and took it.

The middle-aged woman didn't expect her son to come and help outsiders, so she immediately got angry. The young man comforted her, took the money to buy a rattan box from the old man, and coaxed the middle-aged woman away.

After the two walked away, the old man thanked Shen Moer and gave her a small rattan basket. Then he packed up his things and left happily.

Before coming, he really didn't expect that a few boxes he wove by himself, which didn't cost anything and only took some time, could be sold for 15 yuan, which is almost half a month's salary for a formal worker!

Shen Moer felt that the name Junliang sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it, so she didn't think about it. She didn't take this incident seriously, and continued to stroll around the market, buying some odds and ends.

When there was nothing left to buy, she moved all her things back to the donkey cart and rushed to the agreed location: the main gate of the commune primary school with empty hands.