Jiang Yanqing's remaining patience was completely gone in the face of this woman's cold-bloodedness, who didn't care if her son could be saved.
She said coldly, "Believe it or not, it's your son's life or death. As a mother, you don't care, let alone other people's business."
"Also, I've been selling grapes here all morning, and there's nothing wrong with them. If you really want to find fault, call the police and have the hospital examine your son thoroughly. The facts can't be distorted by making a scene like this."
When the onlookers heard this, they realized that this was indeed the case and began to persuade the man holding the child, saying, "Quickly send the child to the hospital. Maybe he can still be saved."
The man must have been really worried about the child, so he ran away with the child in his arms. The woman glared at Jiang Yanqing fiercely and followed him unwillingly.
Jiang Yanqing glared back without showing any weakness. After everyone had dispersed, she looked at Fang Mingxiao and whispered, "Does that child really have epilepsy?"
Fang Mingxiao nodded and began to pack up. Jiang Yanqing asked again, "How did you know?"
"I can see that." He probably thought that Jiang Yanqing's question was stupid. At least that's how Jiang Yanqing felt.
Jiang Yanqing was silent for a moment, then spoke again, "Why are you packing?"
Fang Mingxiao stopped what he was doing and stared at Jiang Yanqing quietly, "Change positions."
Jiang Yanqing's face stiffened slightly. The sun was shining down, and it was indeed necessary to change positions, but why did she feel like her wisdom was being crushed?
This must be an illusion, Jiang Yanqing comforted herself, but what Jiang Yanqing did not expect was that as she spent more and more time with Fang Mingxiao, this feeling would occur more and more frequently.
At this time, the two men put all the things aside into the empty bamboo basket, pushed the wooden cart, and walked back while looking for a suitable place.
Finally we arrived at the park and found a shady spot to park the wooden cart. As dinner was approaching, more and more people came to set up stalls with their goods.
There are people selling socks, old men’s vests, and watermelons. It’s like a small night market.
Jiang Yanqing's grapes were actually almost sold out, with less than a bamboo basket left. After shouting for a while, they were all sold out smoothly, and the sky gradually darkened.
Jiang Yanqing, who hadn't been to a night market for a long time, became interested in the street vendors and said excitedly that she wanted to go shopping.
Of course Fang Mingxiao would not object, and he followed Jiang Yanqing tirelessly, pushing the wooden cart.
Jiang Yanqing looked around at various shops and bought two red hairbands, and also bought herself a pair of flesh-colored stockings, which were popular items of the time.
When you reach the end, there is a clothes stall selling men's floral shirts in all colors, as well as vests for old men that are especially popular in summer.
Jiang Yanqing's eyes fell on a bright yellow shirt with yellow and white stripes. It wasn't very fancy, but the mix of the two colors didn't look monotonous.
The man selling clothes was a young man. Seeing Jiang Yanqing stop, he must have been interested. He started to introduce the clothes, "Miss, are you buying clothes for your brother? These are new goods I brought back from Hangzhou. I just put them on sale today. Would you like to take a look?"
Jiang Yanqing nodded. Hangzhou, this world also has a Hangzhou for clothing wholesale.
Then he pointed to the yellow shirt he liked and asked, "How much is that one?"
The man followed Jiang Yanqing's gesture and replied with a smile, "That one, that one is made of the most popular new Dacron material, three dollars and fifty cents a piece."
Jiang Yanqing clicked her tongue twice, "Boss, you're pushing customers away. Give me a fair price. I want to buy something else."
The boss made a very embarrassed expression, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, we're opening today, three dollars a piece."
Jiang Yanqing held out her hand and made a sign of two. "Two dollars each. I want the light green one. And two of these vests."
A vest costs fifty cents, and that's the market price everywhere, so there's no point in bargaining.
The boss looked at Jiang Yanqing in embarrassment, then at the clothes, stamped his feet, and said sadly, "Oh, sister, you are really good at bargaining. I just earned enough money for travel expenses."
As he spoke, he took out a bag with swift hands and feet, took the clothes off the hanger, packed them up, and handed them to Jiang Yanqing.
Jiang Yanqing bought something she liked and was happy to say a few polite words, "I know you are a sincere businessman, don't worry, I will wear it well when I take it home and recommend my friends to buy from you."
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