Pork Vermicelli Buns

On the road, I met many people riding ox carts or bicycles to the town. Passers-by looked at the car curiously, as it was a rare sight to see a car in such a small place.

Song Dongdong, who was sitting in the passenger seat, puffed out his chest and raised his head. He didn't know that people outside couldn't see his face at all.

Song Qiu Sheng said cheerfully, "Today is a good day for us to gather together."

Song Dongdong was a little greedy: "Brother, I want to eat meat buns."

Song Qiu Sheng said unhappily, "Didn't you have breakfast before you left? Why are you hungry again?"

Song Dongdong lowered his head and picked up his hands: "I just want to eat."

Song Qiu Sheng drove the car to his eldest sister's house, fearing that it would be damaged if he parked it outside.

My eldest sister and Maodan live in the village, and there are only my eldest sister's brother-in-law and my eldest sister's mother-in-law at home.

My eldest brother-in-law works in a tobacco factory and he was very jealous when he saw the car.

“Isn’t this car cheap?”

Song Qiusheng smiled and said, "This is my friend's car. It's really not cheap. It costs hundreds of thousands."

The old lady was shocked when she heard this. Wow, hundreds of thousands!

"It's amazing that Qiu Sheng has made such great friends in business. Guo Qiang, you should learn from him."

Sun Guoqiang said helplessly: "Qiu Sheng is an acquaintance in business, and the people in our factory are employees like me. How can they be the same?"

Song Shixia winked at his younger brother, and Song Dongdong cooperated and turned into an ignorant child, clamoring to go out shopping.

After everyone left, Sun Guoqiang sighed.

"Mom, could you please stop making trouble? What does Qiu Sheng's friend have to do with me?"

The old lady said awkwardly, "I'm not concerned about you. The more friends you have, the more opportunities you have. If you don't go to find connections or give gifts, what will you do when you are laid off?"

Sun Guoqiang squatted at the doorstep and replied in a muffled voice: "Anyway, I don't give gifts to leaders, so what's the difference between me and a villain? My colleagues have witnessed my hard work. No one can compare to me in terms of diligence. If I am laid off, it means they are blind."

The old lady was so upset that she couldn't make it: "My son, why are you so stubborn? You are just like your father who died a long time ago. If you don't give gifts when others offer them, someone else will take your place even if you keep it."

No matter how the old lady tried to persuade him, Sun Guoqiang just sat at the door in silence.

Song Shixia suggested going directly to the hospital, as the hospital was the only place in the small county that could buy Ganoderma lucidum.

"Brother, why isn't my brother-in-law at work today?"

Song Qiu Sheng heard some news when he was buying something yesterday, but he didn't know whether it was true or not.

"I heard yesterday that the tobacco factory is going to lay off employees."

Song Shixia was surprised. Did it start so early?

She pretended to be incredulous: "No way, isn't this a stable job? How can there be layoffs?"

Song Qiu Sheng had lived in the open coastal areas, so he was used to this.

"There are people out there who voluntarily quit their stable jobs to start their own businesses. Nothing is impossible."

Song Dongdong was eating the pork vermicelli buns that his brother-in-law bought for him, his mouth full of oil.

"Is my brother-in-law going to lose his job?"

Song Shixia warned his brother: "Just keep this to yourself, don't tell your parents, okay?"

It seems that my brother-in-law is in an awkward situation. My eldest sister didn't say a word about it when she got home, probably because she didn't want to worry everyone.

"I know, sister. I'm keeping my mouth shut."

The wild Ganoderma lucidum was sold for 450 yuan, and I bought it at 50 yuan per piece. This price was in line with my psychological expectations, so I sold all of them.

Song Qiusheng started to feel pain after leaving the hospital.

"One hundred dollars! We spent one hundred dollars on that chicken soup yesterday!"

Song Shixia comforted him: "Don't cry anymore, at least you tasted the flavor of Ganoderma lucidum, so you can think of it as buying tonic for your body."

Song Qiusheng was still feeling the pain: "I thought selling it for thirty or forty would be the best, who knew that a flower like this could be sold for fifty yuan!"

Song Shixia said directly: "I have already drunk the chicken soup. What's the point of regretting it now? I can't spit it out."

"I'm such a spendthrift." Song Qiu Sheng covered his chest with his hands.

The next step was to buy chickens. Song Qiusheng took the money and went to the farm. He had not discussed the matter with his parents before letting them raise chickens. They would definitely not agree without prior consultation. It was no burden for them to raise chickens and ducks for their own consumption. They could raise them as they pleased. Once they treated it as a business, they would suddenly not know how to raise chickens. They would always worry about losing money if they did not raise them well.

Song Shixia took Ji Weiqing and her brother shopping. She was not planning to sell ginseng in the county. It was estimated that few hospitals in the capital could get such a large wild ginseng.

Song Dongdong suddenly couldn't walk.

Song Shixia followed the line of sight and looked towards the department store.

"What are you looking at?"

Song Dongdong hurriedly explained: "No, I'm just curious about what's sold inside."

Song Shixia put her hand on his shoulder.

"What did you like? Don't think I can't tell. I'm in a good mood today, so I bought it for you."

Song Dongdong's head shook like a rattle: "It's really nothing, I just took a few more glances."

She dragged him by the arm and walked towards the mall: "You're still trying to act pretentiously in front of me, let's go."

Song Dongdong was looking at a child. There was nothing special about the child, but he was wearing a pair of sneakers. He was at the age when he liked sports, and sneakers were always very attractive to boys.

"What size do you wear?"

Song Dongdong's face flushed: "I don't want new shoes, the ones I have are still wearable, sister, please don't buy them for me."

"It's just a pair of sneakers, pick one quickly." The shoes on Song Dongdong's feet were almost falling apart. Boys' shoes were just useless.

Song Dongdong was happy, but also conflicted. Her sister didn't have a job, and her brother-in-law was watching her. What if her brother-in-law was not happy with her sister's reckless spending?

"I forgot to tell you that I got a bonus for my bravery. You can choose whatever you want."

Song Dongdong became interested in doing what is right, and Song Shixia urged him to buy shoes first.

After getting the long-awaited pair of Warrior sneakers, Song Dongdong held the shoe box in his arms and couldn't let it go. He was so excited that even his voice was raised.

"There is only one person in our class who can afford to wear sneakers, and he is the mayor's son."

Song Shixia didn't respond: "You should study hard now, and you can wear sneakers as ordinary shoes in the future. Sneakers are just for your convenience, not for you to compete with your classmates, understand?"

Song Dongdong nodded emphatically: "I know! I don't compete with others. I also want to join the national football team and win glory for my country!"

Song Shixia's mouth twitched, but let's not do that.

"The goal is ambitious, but I don't recommend it." The Chinese national football team is a very metaphysical thing. The Chinese national football team of this era is first-class, but it is also inevitable to have ups and downs. When it is good, it can beat the surrounding areas into a sieve, and when it is bad, it will create a tragedy. Only in the early 21st century, when it was at its peak, did it enter the World Cup.

Song Dongdong was puzzled: "Why? Isn't it good for me to play football?"

Song Shixia made up an excuse: "You can treat playing football as a hobby. There is a football club in the university where you can meet like-minded partners. Do you think you can play on the field with your skinny body?"

Song Dongdong was not discouraged after hearing this: "I wish I could be stronger."

"Then eat more and exercise more. I wish you can realize your dream soon. Do you know what size shoes Maodan wears?"

"I know, his feet are size 38, two sizes smaller than mine."

Song Shixia bought shoes for her younger brother, and Maodan was still at home, so she couldn't favor one over the other.

Ji Weiqing, who had been following behind, asked the salesperson to help him get two pairs of sneakers.

Song Shixia turned his head to look at him: "What are you doing?"

"Your brother and nephew should each have two pairs so that they can be easily replaced."

Song Shixia advised him: "Don't buy it for him, otherwise my parents will nag." He bought a lot of gifts when he came, and Song Dongdong's jacket cost more than 100 yuan.

Ji Weiqing paid for the purchase himself: "It's okay, just say I insisted on buying it."

Song Dongdong was ecstatic when he heard this. He now had two pairs of sneakers! Liu Hu only had one pair of sneakers! The meat buns just now were also bought for him by his brother-in-law. It was great to have a brother-in-law!

He thanked loudly: "Thank you, brother-in-law!"

Song Shixia simply couldn't bear to watch it.

Song Qiu Sheng bought twenty chickens and ten ducks, and the farmer packed them in cardboard boxes for him.

He wanted to put the chicken in the car: "Leave the windows open on the road or the car will smell bad."

Song Shixia hesitated and said, "What if I dirty someone's car?"

Song Qiu Sheng pondered for a while and said, "Then let my brother-in-law help send her back. He can take my eldest sister back with him."

"Can."

Passing by a bookstall, Song Shixia stopped.

Ji Weiqing stopped and waited for her: "What's wrong?"

“Can I buy these old books back?”

They were all miscellaneous leisure books. Song Shixia also saw the Four Great Classical Novels and a bottle of plums. It was a bit of a pity that books with such ancient covers were sold at a low price.

"Go ahead and buy it. There's enough space on the bookshelf at home."

Song Shixia squatted down to pick a book: "Aren't you afraid that my book will mix up yours?" She actually wanted to say that the books were dirty, but it was a bit disrespectful to say that the books were dirty on someone else's bookstall.

Ji Weiqing helped her choose: "No, I remember the locations."

Song Qiu Sheng and Song Dong Dong walked a long way before they realized that the person behind them had disappeared.

"Where's your sister?"

Song Dongdong turned around: "What about that!"

Song Qiu Sheng teased: "Looking at her like this, maybe she is really going to go to school. You have to work hard and don't let your sister and brother-in-law down." He was a little envious of Song Dongdong. The good thing about being young is that everyone in the family spoils her.

Song Shixia wanted all the books, and when he heard that they could be taken away for ten yuan, he bought them all.

Song Dongdong was stunned: "Sister, are you buying these books for the college entrance examination?" The four great classics should not be tested in the college entrance examination.

"What are you thinking? I think these old books are worth collecting. It's a pity to sell them at a low price."

Song Qiusheng was in a state of rage: "Tsk tsk, city people are just different. They spend ten yuan to buy so many desks and bookcases."

Song Shixia shrugged: "It's hard to explain to a rough guy, but my comrade Ji understands."

Song Dongdong changed sides while holding the shoe box: "Brother, this shows that my sister is a book lover. Knowledge cannot be measured by money!"

Song Qiusheng said earnestly: "You have been corrupted by the sugar-coated bullets, Comrade Song Dongdong."

My eldest brother-in-law had a bicycle, and he volunteered to tie the cardboard box containing the chickens to the back seat of the bicycle.

"You go first, I'll follow later."

The car drove out of the yard, and the old lady followed him: "Guoqiang, don't be stubborn with mom. Qiu Sheng knows so many powerful friends. You can ask him to help you do business."

Sun Guoqiang pushed his bicycle out by himself.

"Mom, I can't leave my hometown to work. Chunxia and Maodan are at home. If I leave, who will take care of you three?"

The old lady slapped her thigh and said, "Oh my god, you might as well kill me."

Song Dongdong changed into new sneakers in the car, and after getting off the car at the village entrance, he wanted to kick his feet to the sky.

A few women who were chatting at the entrance of the village saw him and greeted him with a smile.

"Did Dongdong buy new shoes?"

Song Dongdong held his head high and said, "My sister bought it for me!"

Someone said: "These are sneakers, they are not cheap."

"how much?"

"It seems to be ten yuan. My child keeps asking for sneakers, but he doesn't think about how much his father can earn in a month. He doesn't have the spare money to buy them."

"So expensive! How can these shoes only cost ten dollars?"

"Who knows? Dongdong, are your shoes comfortable to wear? Lend them to my dog ​​for two days."

Song Dongdong was like a deflated balloon: "It's not comfortable to wear at all. I'm going home."

"Look at this kid. He lied when I asked him to borrow money for two days."

"Come on, shoes can't be borrowed from one place to another. The Song family's daughter is really generous after marrying a city man."

Every time I write, I feel nervous, afraid that you might get bored reading it: “Why is it so sticky/greasy? Please get to the point quickly.”

In fact, the idea from the beginning was to use a pulling process, with the male protagonist going from being passive to becoming a clingy person in the end. He may not be able to say the words "love" and "like", but he will take the initiative to prove the change in his feelings.

I really like the setting of this kind of cold and introverted guy turning into a wife-slave. What a contrast.