After a meal, Liu Qingshan put down the razor and scissors, and said as he walked out: "Dad, it's all right, I'm going to." ”

"I haven't eaten yet, what kind of. Wu Cuimei was about to shout for dinner, and when she heard her son's words, she walked out.

But the son had already walked out of the yard and was walking briskly out of the pit above.

"Look, how is my hairstyle?" Liu Yuanhe looked at his wife expectantly while untying the towel around his shoulders.

Wu Cuimei turned her head to look at Liu Yuanhe when she heard the sound, and with a poof, she suddenly let out a burst of laughter like a torrent.

Liu Yuanhe was startled, and hurriedly stood up and looked at the mirror hanging on the wall.

When I looked at it, my eyes almost didn't fall out.

Nima, this bastard, dared to tease Lao Tzu like this.

He grabbed a slipper on the ground, and chased Liu Qingshan barefoot.

As soon as he ran out of the courtyard, the top of his shiny head shone like a plate coated with lard in the setting sun, reflecting the golden light. The hair on both sides of the ears danced lightly in the evening breeze like the tail on the old hen's buttocks.

Wu Cuimei looked at this typical Mediterranean hairstyle, she couldn't help laughing, and while laughing, she persuaded Liu Yuanhe's back: "Come on, come on, come back for dinner." ”

Where could Liu Yuanhe hear this, took his slippers, and rushed directly to the pit in the field.

Liu Qingshan just took off his pants and let out a fart, and before he could exert himself, he saw his father, who had changed his new hairstyle, holding a slipper, running towards him with his teeth and claws, and scolded while running: "You rabbit cub, see if I don't break your legs." ”

It's okay.

Liu Qingshan mentioned his spirit, but he didn't mention his pants, so he ran out of the pit and ran towards the mountain.

Liu Yuanhe couldn't catch up, so he threw down his slippers, pointed to his son who was pulling his pants and running at the same time, and scolded: "If you have the ability, don't go home." ”

"If you don't go back, you won't go back. I'm not going home anyway, and your hair won't grow. Liu Qingshan knew that he had his mother's support, so he was not afraid.

Sure enough, after he had been sitting by the stream for about half an hour, his mother came to pick him up and take him home in a hurry.

"If your dad really dares to beat you, you see that I won't beat him. Wu Cuimei turned on a flashlight, took her son's hand and said with a smile, "But you are also so bad, how did you think of shaving your father's hair like that?"

"Hehe, I didn't mean anything malicious at the time, I just wanted to help him shave off his burnt hair, who knew he reacted so much. ”

"Is it not big? He is such a stinky and beautiful person, and now he is so by you, he can't see anyone for half a month. ”

"That's not right. Liu Qingshan smiled evilly, "In this way, he can't stick to the women's pile." ”

"Then what will you do if you sell yams tomorrow? Can you sell more than 200 catties of yams by yourself?" When she said this, Wu Cuimei had already dragged her son back home.

Liu Yuanhe was sitting on a small bench in the kitchen, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, glaring at Liu Qingshan viciously: "Hmph, you make him proud, let him sell yam by himself tomorrow, I will never help him sell yam." ”

"Cut, if you don't go, you won't go. Liu Qingshan sat down to eat, not caring, "Anyway, I can do it by myself." ”

Now it's true to say so, but the next day, when a person pulled more than 200 catties of yam to the gate of the central vegetable market, Liu Qingshan didn't think so.

Looking at the crowd of people coming and going, as well as all kinds of vendors, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Although it is said that this wild yam is a good thing and does not worry about selling, it is still a bit exaggerated for a person to sell more than 200 catties of wild yam at one point.

After all, this is not an orange for two or three yuan a catty, but a yam with a unit price of twenty yuan a catty.

If it's an orange, it's not a matter of selling a few hundred catties a day, but this yam is really exaggerated if one person sells a few hundred catties.

When the fat uncle saw Liu Qingshan coming out alone today, he asked with a smile, "Qingshan, where is your father?"

"My dad, he burned his eyebrows when he was stir-frying, and he didn't want to go out of the house. Liu Qingshan didn't say that he shaved his father's Mediterranean hairstyle.

However, when I thought of the top of my father's oily head, I couldn't help but smile.

Seeing this, the aunt who was selling vegetables next to her said, "I thought you were angry with your father." ”

"No, what are you angry about, I'm naturally generous, and I never get angry with others. ”

The aunt and the uncle looked at each other and smiled, but didn't say anything.

After a while, seeing Liu Qingshan staring at the yam with a worried face, the fat uncle asked, "Qingshan, are you worried that the yam will not be sold?"

"yes. Liu Qingshan crossed his hands on his waist and sighed, "Yesterday we went into the mountains to dig more than 200 catties of yams, I'm afraid that if you sell them here alone, you won't be able to sell them in one day." ”

"That's for sure. The fat uncle smiled, "Our cheap vegetables, one person may not be able to sell two hundred catties a day, you alone have to sell more than two hundred catties of yams, how can there be such a good thing." ”

"No, besides, your yam is so expensive, it costs twenty yuan a catty. Auntie also said.

This made Liu Qingshan more and more anxious. It seems that it really can't be done without the help of the old man.

Seeing that Liu Qingshan's brows were furrowed with anxiety, the fat uncle smiled again: "However, don't worry too much, although your yam is a bit expensive, but the thing is good, and it can still sell most of it." ”

"Sell most of them?" Liu Qingshan shook his head, "My idea is that I can sell out these yams in one day." ”

The fat uncle thought for a while: "Otherwise, you leave most of the yam here, and we will help you sell it, and you, just like the day before yesterday, take some of it to another vegetable market to sell." ”

When Liu Qingshan heard this, his eyes lit up: "Uncle, what you said is true?"

"Hey, what else can this be fake? as long as you can trust us. ”

The aunt also said: "Yes, as long as you can trust us, we will help you sell." ”

"Trustworthy, of course trustworthy. Liu Qingshan was so happy that he immediately left most of the yam here, and then took some of the yam to another vegetable market to sell.

Speaking of which, business is pretty good today. After a morning, just after eleven o'clock, his yams were sold out. After packing up my things and happily returning to the gate of the central vegetable market, I found that the yams left here were actually sold out!

"I'm so. The fat uncle crossed his waist angrily and funny, "I touched the scales more than a dozen times this morning, and almost all of them were your yams, and my own vegetables have not been sold much." ”

Other vendors said the same.

It turned out that everyone had a share in helping to sell Liu Qingshan's yams.

Sometimes when the fat uncle and aunt are busy, someone comes to buy yams, and other vendors will take the top.

It's not just that helping Liu Qingshan sell yams today, in fact, everyone will help each other in normal times.

For example, whoever goes to the toilet or goes to eat or something, and they can't come back for a while, but if someone catches the vegetables on their vegetable stall, other vendors will not forcibly take customers, but will come forward to help sell vegetables as if they were their own customers.

It's like greens, it's like fruits, it's like everything else.

Everyone gathers here to beg for food, which is a rare fate. Although everyone's life is not easy, they all know that it is not easy for themselves, so why not others?

Therefore, don't look at the fact that there are no serious stalls here, and occasionally they have to be reprimanded by the chengguan for littering, but everyone is still like a family, silently staying here, regardless of the wind and rain, helping each other, and running their own stalls with each other.

Perhaps, sometimes, it's not just a career, it's more like a dream. A dream to support yourself and make life better for your family!