A bad day passes, and a new day begins in the morning light.

Using the co-ordination method he learned from his mother, Huang Pingfan spent more than two hours not only making more than 1,000 steamed buns, but also practicing kung fu for a morning.

Shirtless, Huang Pingfan stood in the courtyard sweating profusely.

The wooden stick in his hand was also soaked in sweat as if it had been fished out of water.

At this time, the school's radio began to sound, and the whole school, like a sleeping lion, began to wake up, and in the blink of an eye, there was a lot of noise everywhere.

But at this time, Huang Pingfan did not move with the boiling voice and popularity of the school.

He seemed to be asleep, and stood quietly in the courtyard with his eyes closed.

Only by occasionally dancing the stick in his hand can people know that he is not asleep.

"So, so, so......"

From time to time, he moved the wooden stick in his hand, slow like an ant crawling, and the faint sound in his mouth, if there was a megaphone, it could be heard, in fact, he was muttering quietly.

Huang Pingfan stood still and moving for about ten minutes.

Then, putting the sticks away, he ran to the bathroom and quickly took a hot bath with lukewarm water.

Next, wash the soaked clothes quickly and simply with hot water, and then throw them in the washing machine.

Huang Pingfan, who came out of the bathroom, was already refreshed, and the whole person looked very energetic.

Opening the door, Huang Pingfan's steamed bun shop opened again.

Defeat after defeat, defeat after defeat.

However, Huang Pingfan is not a person who easily loses, he sits behind the stall, bites lightly with a bun, and quietly listens to the news played in his living room, fourteen inches of black and white, it seems that there is no guest in this matter, for him, it is not the same thing at all.

Just when Huang Pingfan thought that this morning, it was estimated that it would be another morning with zero sales, an old man came to his mantis stall.

"Oh, dear Teacher Li, good morning!" Huang Pingfan stood up very enthusiastically, nodded his head, and lived like a pug.

Although Huang Pingfan often likes to scold others for not being able to speak vernacular, he can only speak Mandarin. But he, in fact, is not much better, no, he is facing Teacher Li, he also speaks Mandarin, and there is no shadow of the vernacular.

"Well, good morning! I'm going to buy some buns. Teacher Li was old, but he was very energetic and said to Huang Pingfan very indifferently.

"Hehe, come on, come on, let's be in the neighborhood, what do you say to buy or not, these are twenty buns, and it's a little bit of caution on the part of the students.

Dear Teacher Li, you can't look down on us just because we're just a little cripple with no prospects, and don't want students' buns!"

Huang Pingfan caught a glimpse of the five yuan that Teacher Li was holding in his hand, and took out the ten-yuan bun very self-cooked, and then depreciated himself.

"This ......"

The old man was a little embarrassed: if you want it, it seems that eating for nothing is a bad habit. Don't, it seems that I really look down on the cripple in front of me, a few buns, and it can really only be regarded as a little caution.

However, at this time, Huang Pingfan smiled in his heart: hehe, it seems that sometimes the reward is really greater if you give it away for nothing. In the future, we must deliver more to the day our steamed bun point closes.

Just when the old man was in a dilemma, the doors of several neighbors of Huang Pingfan's house were opened.

Huang Pingfan didn't pay attention to the overwhelmed Teacher Li anymore, but grabbed two bags of buns very skillfully and delivered them to the hands of the two new neighbors.

He is still very humble and says that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, in short, he is very familiar with his own buns and sends them out directly.

Just when the two new neighbors didn't know whether to accept or refuse, Old Man Li came to his senses.

He smiled and carried the bun in his hand and said: "Hehe, two, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, this little neighbor of ours rarely has this heart, you just accept it, otherwise it will be a bit of a contempt."

If you think it's pretty good after eating, then when you have time, tell others what you think of our neighbor's steamed buns, and that's a good thing. Don't let the alley get too deep and drown out the aroma of the wine. ”

"Huh?"

I see, Huang Pingfan's ghost is clever, and he gave them buns for nothing, obviously he just gave a little publicity and advertising money in advance.

Although, they suddenly felt that the buns sent by Huang Pingfan had become heavy.

However, Huang Pingfan didn't give them any indicators, and he didn't even clearly explain how they must be needed, to put it bluntly, it was a little favor for the neighbors.

In fact, under normal circumstances, if the relationship between neighbors is okay, there will be a little relationship with each other from time to time, which is actually just a general human relationship, not so mysterious at all.

Thinking like this, the three neighbors and the three old teachers no longer shirked, picked up the buns, walked into the living room of Huang Pingfan's house, and sat down to watch TV.

"Hehe, my plot has succeeded again!"

Huang Pingfan was really happy to see the three teachers give face like this, and diligently served tea and water to the three teachers.

After Pingfan poured tea for the three of them, Old Man Li gently tapped the table with his index finger and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, you go get busy!"

A few of our old men are here to chat, and after eating and drinking, we have to send some of your steamed buns to the family, so that everyone in the family can taste the taste of your steamed buns. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, go get busy, get busy! Leave us bad old men alone. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, we are a few bad old men, not only do we want to eat it fresh, but we also have to send it home! ”

"Hehe, how can this be? You will eat openly, and the more you eat, the more prosperous our steamed bun shop will be, and the business will be prosperous.

Then I'll get busy first, you talk, you talk!"

Huang Pingfan was so excited that he almost laughed out loud.

These three old teachers are really face-giving.

As soon as they sat in the living room, people came and went, and they could see it from a distance, this is a living advertisement!

No, just as Huang Pingfan returned to the stall, a female classmate came to buy steamed buns.

"Liu Hong, I want to ask you for a favor, okay?" Huang Pingfan whispered to Liu Hong.

Huang Pingfan is very familiar with Liu Hong, and he hired Liu Hong as a trustee last time.

"Okay, what's the matter?" Liu Hong also knew that Huang Pingfan was very angry, and he didn't suffer at all to help him, so he agreed as soon as he came up.

"That's right, I want to send steamed buns to all the teachers in our class every morning in the future, do you know where they live?" asked Huang Pingfan.

"Uh......" Liu Hong was a little speechless, to be honest, she really didn't have such the ability to know where all the teachers lived. Moreover, she seemed to be even more afraid to send things to the teacher's house casually.

Huang Pingfan still smiled and said, "You at least know where Teacher Jiang Di lives, right?"

"I know. Liu Hong suddenly felt that she was a little useless, why couldn't she recognize the teachers' residences?

"Well, that's okay, Teacher Jiang Di is a single teacher, so you just need to send her five buns.

Where are the other teachers, if you can find out where they live, then we will send them later, if you can't find them, then you don't need to send them.

Anyway, it's not a must-do, we're just sending some of our hearts as students, and at the same time hoping that they can become the living signs of our steamed bun shop.

It's a win-win situation, there is no one who owes whom, so it doesn't matter if you give it or not. ”

Hearing Huang Pingfan say this, Liu Hong breathed a sigh of relief.