After Mrs. Feng packed up her things, she followed her family out of the purchasing station, and said with anticipation, "Old man, where are you talking about?"
Old Man Feng picked up the meat from the ground and said, "In the alley across from the commune, there is a restaurant run by self-employed individuals. Come on, I'll take you there."
"Wait," the old lady Feng felt that something was wrong when she heard it. She grabbed the old man and said, "The self-employed are all second-rate. Do you remember the man in Niujia Village next to the commune. He used to steal sweet potatoes from the production team and he was forcefully re-educate for two years. Because of that no one wants to hire him so he becomes self-employed. And now you want to sell this meat to them? What if they offer a lower price?"
Madam Feng became more suspicious, looked at her old man and said, "Tell me, is that self-employed person from Niujia Village?"
"No, it's not that person." Old man Feng knew that it was impossible to explain it clearly, so he put down two burdens and said, "The last time I went out with Yimin to buy food, I met him. He is a good person. Remember the brown sugar that we sell? He's one of our buyers. Besides, it's all reformed and opening up now, it's not shameful to be a self-employed person, I don't care who he is, as long as he can give more money. "
Madam Feng was finally relieved. Now it's no different than before. That's right, as long as they can get more money it doesn't matter if the person is self-employed. Thinking of this, she smiles first and carries the basket on her back and says, "Okay, then, let's go to the self-employed person you're speaking of and sell the meat to him."
Old man Feng is familiar with this county town. He used to run several times a month as the village head, and then he led everyone into a small road. It didn't take long for him to walk into a small alley, and he could still see it from the alley entrance opposite the commune.
"Feng'er, don't say that the self-employed people are not serious. If they are not serious, why would he dare to open a restaurant across the commune? And also the man in Niujia Village was already arrested by the public. Even if they made mistakes in the past, they have corrected them now. Chairman Mao said. ..."
"Come on, don't talk shit, I'm getting calluses on my ears." Madam Feng pouted and said it with disgust. Her old man has been the village chief for so many years, and he speaks one by one. She's an old country lady, she doesn't like to hear that.
Su Wan walked in front and snickered. Her in-laws and mother-in-law like to fight with each other on weekdays, but their feelings are better than anyone else's. After walking a few steps, she saw a restaurant next to it, open in a small bungalow, with only two crooked characters written on the wall: "hotel".
As soon as old man Feng walked to the door, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Tie Zhu, are you in there? We have something for you."
"Our uncle is here?" A sturdy man in his thirties greeted him from the door. His face with Chinese characters was very enthusiastic. When he saw Mrs. Feng and Su Wan, he said hesitantly: "Oh, this is Yes?"
Old Man Feng pointed at the three of them and said, "This is your aunt, Yimin's daughter-in-law, and my Granddaughter. Tie Zhu, are you busy in this shop?"
"I'm not busy, just a few regular customers. It's enough to have my daughter-in-law work in the kitchen. Aunt and brother-in-law, you come and sit inside. Uncle, I'll tell you, you haven't been here for a long time, and I miss you. What did you pick? Oh, this is air-dried meat?" Tie Zhu invited the Feng family to sit down in the store, and when the old man unloaded the burden, he opened it curiously, and knew at a glance that the meat was good.
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Pampered in the Eighties
FantasyAuthor : Xue Liqi Synopsis 【In 1980, a Super Mary Sue was born! 】 Madam Feng: Having a daughter is good, having a daughter is wonderful, and having a daughter is a Blessing. Village head father: pet pet, pet desperately pet, pet to death. Brothers:...