If Wan Feng heard Jiang Jun's bold words, he would definitely pull his ear and warn him not to steal, if you steal a melon and a date, it's just like that, if you steal a bicycle, you will go directly to the juvenile detention center.

When Wan Feng came to Lao Liangtou's house, Lao Liangtou had already picked the melons that Wan Feng needed and stacked them neatly.

"I've passed all the scales, so if I don't believe it, I'll go through it myself. ”

What is there to believe in this, Lao Liangtou can only give more, not less.

Wan Feng stacked the melons into the basket one by one, and after the yard was finished, he also picked some green grass around the basket, which looked very similar to that.

After paying the money, I tried to push the cart.

The box with Guagapopsicles in the basket is about eighty pounds, and it is still within the range of bearing.

Don't look at the fact that he is only thirteen years old this year, and after continuous training in the past few months, his strength and size have increased considerably, and compared to himself in the same period in the previous life, he is much stronger than him in the previous life.

If you follow the mountain road on the mountain beam all the way to the north, three miles later is Cui Tun.

Wan Feng pushed the cart and walked through the three-mile distance, leaving Cui Tun and arriving at the dirt road leading to the Warrior Commune.

It is about four miles from Cui Tun to the Warrior Commune, although it is a rural dirt road, but fortunately, there is nothing uphill and downhill, and Wan Feng came to the Warrior Commune at about seven o'clock.

He leaned his bicycle diagonally against the wall of the Warriors Commune Supply and Marketing Cooperative, glued two red advertisements to the wall of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative with white glue, and then posted two more advertisements at the entrance of the hospital.

Continuing on the journey, the next destination is Blue Mountain Farms.

The supply and marketing cooperatives of Blue Mountain Farm are also on the side of the road, and Wan Feng pasted two advertisements on the left and right next to the two gates of the Blue Mountain Farm Supply and Marketing Cooperative, and came to the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory.

At this time, it was more than 7:10 in the morning, and the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory was crowded with people, and vendors from various commercial outlets in the county made it bustling.

Wan Feng didn't come here to pick up the goods, he pushed the cart to Hua Wanrong, who issued the ticket, and took the popsicle box off the car.

"Aunt Hua, I'll keep this box here for you, and I'll come back at noon to get it." ”

Hua Wanrong was very happy to see Wan Feng, and motioned for Wan Feng to take the box to her house.

After Wan Feng sent the box in, he retreated after a brief chat and went straight to Hongya County.

The distance from Blue Mountain Farm to Red Cliff City was about ten miles, and it took Wan Feng more than twenty minutes to come to the county seat.

In 80 years, Hongya County did not have such a large territory as it is now, and there were no high-rise buildings, only an old street from Miaoling to Nandapo, and the length of the old street was about five or six miles, a narrow one.

Not even the location of a township in a few decades.

Almost all the enterprises and institutions in Hongya County are on both sides of this narrow street, and one factory after another on the side of the avenue.

Wan Feng came to the county seat to sell melons, and by the way, he asked about something.

If you want to sell something, you naturally need to find the place with the most people.

In the 80s, the first place with a lot of people was the farmers' market, which was still state-run at that time, and everyone was not allowed to enter the stall point, and it was impossible for Wan Feng to enter it.

The second is the vicinity of department stores.

The business district of Hongya County is concentrated at the intersection of Nandapo, where there are commercial outlets such as Hongya shopping mall, the second department store, hardware exchange, and agricultural material company.

Wan Feng came here and set up his bicycle at the entrance of the second department store.

The shops and shopping malls in the 80s are ordinary houses, not even buildings, and the supply and marketing cooperatives in the countryside are really no different except for being larger and more spacious.

The only building in this area is a two-story movie theater, and then there is the people's hospital looming in the south, and even the county government at that time did not have a building.

"Muskmelon melon! The melon that was picked this morning, wrapped in cooked and sweet five cents a pound, don't miss it when you pass by!"

Wan Feng's shouts had successfully turned him into a monster, and many people looked at him with strange eyes.

At that time, the society could be described as a clear class division, with a clear boundary between workers and peasants, and the status of workers was higher than that of peasants.

And among the workers, there were also high and low, and the most popular occupations at that time were state cadres, steering wheels, stethoscopes, and salesmen.

This was known as the Four Great Bull Pens.

As one of the four major cattle pens, the salesmen in the county are all uncle-like, only the domineering spirit of Hengmei Leng to Qianfu is absolutely not the spirit of bowing down and being willing to be a son of a cow, do you love to buy or not.

Therefore, like Wan Feng, who is smiling and selling things, the situation is fresh, like an alien who has just come out of the pot.

"Aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters, the melons I grow at home are cooked and sweet, and I have bought them and come over to take a look. ”

A man wearing a gray uniform, a hat, a serious expression, and a leather bag like a small cadre came to Wan Feng's stall: "Child, is your melon sweet?"

Seeing that someone asked the price, Wan Feng immediately came to the spirit: "Cooked and sweet, not sweet, no money." ”

"Ahh

"I have melons in my own family, my grandfather has grown melons in the production team for more than ten years, and now he grows some melons by himself when he is old. ”

Wan Feng took out a melon from the basket and handed it to the cadre-looking person: "You can taste it, but let's say ugly things in the head, if it's not sweet, you will eat it for nothing, if it is sweet, you have to give money." ”

The cadre-looking person didn't grind, took the melon and slapped it with both hands, and the melon cracked in the middle with a click, and a fragrant breath immediately diffused out.

"It smells good. The cadre squatted at the base of the wall and ate two bites.

"Woo, yes, yes, give me four catties. ”

This is the opening.

Wan Feng quickly weighed four catties of melons, of course, the melons that the cadres ate should be counted.

The cadre put the melon in his purse, paid the money and staggered away.

Because there are people who look like cadres as live advertisements, those who watch the excitement will have a shot.

"Child, weigh me two pounds. A person who looked like an aunt became Wan Feng's second customer.

The aunt was carrying a vegetable basket with a few vegetables in it, and Wan Feng put the weighed melons in the basket.

While weighing the scales, she cutely talked to the aunt's parents, such as how much the vegetables she bought, and took advantage of the gap to shout twice.

There are constantly people buying Wanfeng's melons, but everyone doesn't buy much, most of them are one-dime transactions, and the cadre's two-cent transaction turned out to be the largest one.

Around this, Wan Feng quickly sold more than 30 catties, and at this rate, he could process all the melons in less than half an hour.

"Kid! you are not allowed to sell anything here, so hurry up and sell it elsewhere!"

Wan Feng was weighing the scales, and an old man wearing an armband with a crooked arm came over and picked Wan Feng away.

The armband on the crooked arm of the old man was embroidered with three yellow words of the administrator, and he didn't know what his management was.

If people don't let Wan Feng be sold, they won't insist, and after doing this business, they will clean up and transfer their positions.