Eat heartily, sleep comfortably, rest for the night, and set off again at five in the morning.

Compared with from due east to southeast, this time it is much farther to go from southeast to west, although there is only half an hour delay for lunch on the way, and the rest of the time has been rushing, but when it arrives at Qiaojiawa in the west, it is already more than two o'clock in the afternoon.

It's still the same outfit, it's still riding into the village alone, it's still playing the tape recorder, but it's not attracting any children. Later, I learned that there was no autumn vacation here like the county seat, and preschool children were brought to the autumn harvest site by their parents.

Because of the pretense of "collecting insoles", a few old ladies were recruited. But the old man is different from the child, Ding Chi is inconvenient to inquire directly about the news, he can only occasionally ask a little when identifying the insoles, and the old man is not as knowledgeable as the child. In this way, the information that can be obtained is even more limited, only knowing that the eight adult families in the village are surnamed Qiao, although the village is not big, but there are at least sixty or seventy households with the surname Qiao.

One side wants to understand the situation, and the other side cares about the price of insoles, which are not on the same channel at all. More than an hour has passed, and more than a dozen pairs of insoles have been sold, but no useful information has been obtained.

The information is inaccurate, the target of the visit is wrong, this is the last day, and there is no time to toss. Although not discouraged, the spark of hope is getting weaker and weaker.

It was nearly five o'clock, and the old lady had seen thirty or forty people, but there was still no clue.

"Everything that should be sold has been sold, no one will come out again, and it will be useless to turn around. The gray-haired old lady Meng spoke.

I could hear that the other party was reminding himself, but there seemed to be a hint of vigilance in it. Am I a bad person, am I like a bad person? After asking himself, Ding Chi couldn't help but smile bitterly: But he has been going around the village for almost three times, and he still asks about things that have nothing to do with business from time to time, so it's no wonder that people are suspicious.

Suddenly, Ding Chi heard something again: everything that should be sold has been sold? That is, there are still things that should not be sold?

Thinking of this, Ding Chi sighed lightly: "Hey, it's not that I'm more serious, mainly because although I have received more than 30 pairs of insoles, there is nothing satisfactory." ”

What is this called? The old ladies immediately became anxious:

"Still not satisfied?"

"What do you want?"

"If you're not satisfied, do you still buy it?"

"How do you talk? I don't like to listen. ”

"I don't think you're sincere in buying it, it's like you're playing cymbals with us. ”

Ding Chi hurriedly put on a smile: "Don't worry, aunts and aunts, it's that I didn't make it clear, it's not that the insoles are bad, but I'm afraid that my grandma doesn't like it." ”

"Your grandmother?" the old ladies asked.

Ding Chi nodded: "Yes, my grandmother never uses machine insoles, she loves to make them by hand." She used to do it by herself, but then she was shaking her hands due to geriatric diseases, so she asked us to buy it for her. But whether it was from the mall or bought from the village, she said she didn't like it, she didn't want it. In fact, some of the patterns are the same as what she used to make, and the workmanship is not bad, but she always says so, and we can't help it, just say it. ”

"Recently, she has been talking about it more, and it is 'regret' and 'blind', we can't bear to let the old lady leave regrets, so we came out and tried every possible way to find it. But after buying back hundreds of pairs in a row, there was nothing she was satisfied with, either saying 'the stitches are not tight', or saying 'the pattern is too rigid', anyway...... Hey, we can only try. Speaking of this, Ding Chi sighed again.

The old ladies looked at each other, didn't laugh at each other, but didn't pick up the stubble.

The words have been said on this, and there is no reason to stay anymore, Ding Chi had to say hello stupidly and turned to leave.

"Collect the insoles, new and new insoles. ”

"Collect ...... shoes"

"I collect the insole, come back. Someone shouted behind him.

Ding Chi turned his head to look, and it was still the old lady Meng who spoke.

Mrs. Meng continued to beckon: "Come back, come back." ”

Ding Chi turned around and walked as he said, and came to Mrs. Meng.

After looking up and down carefully, and staring at Ding Chi's face for a while, Mrs. Meng said again, "Where?"

"I'm from the suburbs of the provincial capital, Xujiazhuang, have you heard of it?"

"No, like, I haven't heard of it. ”

Ding Chi said in his heart: It's strange if I've heard of it, it's nonsense.

Mrs. Meng nodded slowly: "No wonder, I don't look like I'm dressed like a rich person, and my voice looks like a city person." ”

Secretly said "negligence", Ding Chi continued to make up nonsense: "I have been studying very well in elementary school and junior high school, but I have a ...... in the middle of the family Don't say it, there's no condition to continue reading. ”

"The future is not bad, and he is very filial to his grandmother. ”

"It's not easy for young people to do this. ”

“……”

Under the emotion of the old ladies, Mrs. Meng spoke again: "If you want to make insoles, we are all about the same, we can only say that it is okay, and the insoles of Widow Shen are good." ”

"No, you don't necessarily have to make a good pair in a month. ”

"Slow work makes good work. ”

"If we ...... too"

"I don't say it, you don't say it, you talk about it. Mrs. Meng waved her hand to interrupt everyone, and then turned to Ding Chi, "Widow Shen's needlework is good, but I'm afraid that she won't sell it, and she has never sold it." ”

Ding Chi's eyes lit up: "Try it if you sell it or not, anyway, it's all your heart." ”

"Then let's go, I'll show you. ”

In this way, Mrs. Meng was in front, and several other old ladies followed, walking towards the west together.

After walking for about sixteen or seventeen minutes, she came to the door of the westernmost courtyard, and Mrs. Meng pointed with her hand: "This is it, let's go in." ”

"Okay, thank you!" Ding Chi hesitated again after thanking him, "I'm so bold as to break in, Shen Da...... Will Grandma Shen not be happy? Can Grandma Meng ......?"

Mrs. Meng waved her hand: "It's not that I don't help you introduce you, it's really that Widow Shen has a weird personality, and she usually has little contact with people." Especially when it comes to buying his insoles, it is even more urgent. ”

"Oh well. Ding Chi had to push his bicycle by himself and walked towards the dilapidated courtyard gate.

Coming to the door, Ding Chi parked his bicycle and then stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk",

"Tuk Tuk Tuk",

After knocking three times in a row, footsteps came from the courtyard.

After a while, the footsteps stopped, and after a short while, the voice of the elderly woman sounded: "What is the matter?"

"Are you Grandma Shen?" Ding Chi asked through the crack in the door.

"Who told you to find me?" the courtyard continued.

"Grandma Shen, I want to ......"

The courtyard suddenly interrupted: "Are you the one who collects insoles? ”

"Grandma Shen, listen to my explanation, it's so ......"

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, really. People are also very idle, they have nothing to talk about, and they want to sell their own. The footsteps in the courtyard faded away.

Immediately an old lady outside the hospital shouted.

"No wonder widows don't live with them at all. ”

"The old widow and the old widow are ......"

"Oh, oh", the footsteps were urgent, the courtyard door opened with a bang, and an old man with silver hair appeared at the door: "Who are you old widows, aren't you?"

Several old ladies answered: "Shen Da widow ......"

Mrs. Meng hurriedly interrupted her companions, and explained as she walked: "Long mother, you listen to me, it's ......"

dragons? Ding Chi shook his head secretly, hoping that the flame would fade quickly.

"Don't listen, don't listen, don't sell, don't sell, my insoles don't sell. Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, the courtyard door closed with a "bang".