In the summer in the south, the rain is unreasonable, the sun was scorching an hour ago, and now it is a cloudy wind howling and a torrential rain.

Yang Qingyun and Ding Zi rode to the shop in Wujiashan Village, Ding Zi sat in the back and was a little better, Yang Qingyun's hair and shirt were completely soaked.

The two parked the car and went into the store to take shelter from the rain, at this time the rain outside was even heavier, and it was like a scoop in an instant, the owner of the store was surnamed Ren, called Ren Zugui, and saw Yang Qingyun and the two of them hurriedly said:

"Oh, it's the two of you! Sit down, it's raining, right?"

Yang Qingyun smiled bitterly: "Boss Ren, a heavy rain is like an unwarranted disaster, we were already running to the city, and we ran into Zheng Bo's tires, he used a bicycle to transport a large frame of hair cakes and steamed buns, and he was about to be drenched in the rain, so my classmates and I helped him carry the basket to shelter from the rain."

It's really thrilling, two minutes later, it is estimated that a large box of steamed buns will be drenched into a paste!"

Ren Zugui poured a cup of tea for each of them, Ding Zi and Yang Qingyun hurriedly said thank you, Ren Zugui said: "The old Zheng Tou you are talking about! Hey, he is a hard-working man, his wife is sick and takes medicine all the year round, he is laid off by himself, and he has a son who goes to college!"

Look at the temperature in the past few days, in this weather, Lao Zheng Tou rides a bicycle, running to us twice a day, can earn a few pieces of silver, not for money to live, who will suffer this?"

Ren Zugui nagged and said some things about Lao Zheng Tou, Yang Qingyun and Lao Zheng are not very familiar, but they can probably empathize, the wave of layoffs in that era did have a great impact on the society, many people lost their source of survival because of layoffs, and Lao Zheng Tou is also a microcosm of thousands of laid-off troops.

Ding Zi was even more silent, because she was more familiar with Lao Zheng, and she whispered to Yang Qingyun: "Uncle Zheng is a boiler worker in the factory, and he liked me very much when he was a child, and always used thatch to weave all kinds of fun animals for me, grasshoppers, and dragonflies. My aunt has chronic nephritis and needs to take medicine for life, and his son is two years older than us and should be a sophomore now, and the situation at home is really ......"

"Bitter! It's difficult!" Ren Zugui took over the conversation and said: "In these years, the people who work in the city are not as good as the peasants in our countryside, we can at least grow some food and drink by ourselves, and we will not die of hunger, and some people in the city have been laid off, so we are really desperate......

A few people were talking, and suddenly a person rushed in from the rain curtain, this person was soaked all over his body, and the water on his hair dripped down like a thread, Ren Zugui snorted, and said: "Oh, you old Zheng Tou, don't you want to die?" Don't you find a place to hide from such a heavy rain, you get sick in the rain, see if you can still be angry?"

The person who came was none other than Uncle Zheng, Uncle Zheng wiped his face and said, "Lao Ren, you saw that the two students looked like children without ......"

"Uncle Zheng!"

Ding Zi screamed, Ren Zugui grinned, and said, "Old thing, don't your eyes shine?"

Lao Zheng immediately smiled, he glanced at Ding Zi, and then saw his basket of things, and said: "I just don't worry about the basket, I'm afraid of being drenched in the rain!"

"Why don't you worry? Do these two babies still want your hair cakes and steamed buns?" Ren Zugui said.

Lao Zheng said: "You are a cheap mouth, this child on the left and left is what I watched grow up, can you rest assured? Are you afraid of the rain, the water and fire are ruthless, do you understand? Hey......"

Lao Zheng and Ren Zugui seem to be very familiar, and there is no malice in the bickering between the two, Lao Zheng uncovered the burden on the basket, and several of the hair cakes on it had been rained, and he quickly cleaned up a few.

Ding Zi helped him with his work on the side, Lao Ren took a basket from home and came out to help, the rain came and went quickly, and it was only more than ten or twenty minutes, the rainstorm stopped, and the sky brightened again.

"This thief God, fucking toss people, Lao Zheng, what should you do now with such a big basket of things?"

Lao Zheng said: "What should I do? I went to push the cart over, repaired the tires and continued to sell goods!"

"It's too late! You don't want to see what time it is, when you get the car right, it's going to be dark!"

Ding Zi said: "Uncle Zheng, how do you sell these cakes and steamed buns? Why don't we sell them for you?"

As soon as Lao Zheng heard this, his face immediately straightened, and he said: "Zuo Zuo, this is not good! We need to go to the streets to sell things, and your motorcycle burns expensive gasoline, where can Uncle Zheng let you do this? Then do you want my old face anymore!"

Ding Zi said: "Then what should I do, you ...... If you can't sell such a basket of steamed buns, you're going to spoil......"

Ren Zugui said on the side: "Child, Lao Zheng Tou is reasonable, he looks a lot of steamed buns in this basket, but two big steamed buns are only sold for five cents, such a basket is worth more than ten yuan and twenty yuan, you use motorcycles to pull and sell goods to them, and the lost oil money is enough for steamed bread money!"

Yang Qingyun, who had not spoken, said: "In that case, Uncle Zheng, don't worry about the bicycle first, you and Ding Zi are guarding here, I will go to the village department and find the Wu branch secretary of Wujiashan Village to shout on the radio, just one sentence, can the leader help the emergency?"

After Yang Qingyun finished speaking, he stepped on the motorcycle and ran to the village, and ran to the village where Wu Yuan, the branch secretary, was in the yard, Yang Qingyun told the situation of Lao Zheng Tou, he thought that he would have to take advantage of his tongue, but he didn't expect Wu Yuan to hear the name of Lao Zheng Tou, and hurriedly said:

"Oh my God, steamed buns are okay at the moment, right? Wait a minute, I'll start the radio right away!"

Wu Yuan turned on the radio and shouted on the radio, asking the villagers to go to Ren Zugui's store in the west of the village if they needed to buy steamed buns and cakes, and shouted the radio, Wu Yuan went downstairs and said to Yang Qingyun:

"Young man, you are very good! You are worthy of praise for your helpful qualities, which village are you from?"

"Uh......" Yang Qingyun touched his nose, not knowing how to answer.

Wu Yuan laughed and said, "At first glance, it's a student baby, good, very good, the book is not read in vain! That, you take me two steps to the village? I'll also go buy some steamed buns, hey, Lao Zheng is a good person, but his life is a little worse!"

When Yang Qingyun carried Wu Yuan and the two to Ren Zugui's store, the store had already come one after another to buy things, Zheng Bole was so happy that his mouth bloomed, and when he saw Yang Qingyun, he said: "Your kid is really flexible, thanks to you today, otherwise I would only be able to feed pigs to Lao Ren with this basket of steamed buns!"

Wu Yuan laughed and said, "Okay, you old Zheng, are you scolding people in a different way? The steamed buns that were supposed to be fed to pigs are now being fed to people? Haha, give me ten of your steamed buns for feeding people, ha......"

Wu Yuan looked like the kind of person who was open-mouthed and straightforward, and everyone laughed at the scene as soon as he said this......