The middle-aged woman pulled her face and shouted, this woman Wan Feng also knew, it was the aunt who issued the invoice from the Blue Mountain Cold Drink Factory.

"Brother, can I sell it from you?"

Ma Huan hesitated for a moment and said, "You have to ask the cashier about this, and she just said okay." ”

The cashier is the aunt.

Wan Feng ran to the aunt and said his request with a smile.

"What, you're going to sell popsicles in our car?" the aunt looked at Qianfu with a cold eyebrow.

"Auntie, I went to your popsicle factory to get the goods, or you gave me a ticket, maybe you don't know me, we are also old customers. ”

Ma Huan grinned in the carriage, and he became a regular customer after taking the goods once?

The aunt thought for a while: "It's okay to get the goods, but it's not for nothing." ”

Isn't this a rhype, it refers to that little bit of making money for nothing.

"Auntie, you can't just don't tie it, sell this thing and make a little money for nothing, so it's not easy for you, how about half of it?"

Half of it is 100 and 20 becomes 100 and 10.

"Okay, so what do you wear?"

"Hehe, I don't have anything, borrow one of your wooden boxes. ”

"What!" the aunt snorted, "We still have to take care of your box?"

"Then I can't hold it in my hands, not to mention the small number and it will melt quickly. ”

"This won't work, what if you take it and run away?"

"Auntie, aren't you kidding, I'll take a wooden box if it's okay, you're an insult to my personality, I'm the flower of the motherland. ”

Wan Feng's words made the aunt laugh: "I think you look like a dog's tail grass, where are you like a flower?"

"When I was on summer vacation, I was going to sell popsicles full-time for the summer, and we would inevitably deal with each other when the time came, auntie, I was very sensible. ”

Aunt didn't know if she could understand the meaning of Wan Feng's words that she was very sensible, but Wan Feng was sure that she would understand after a while.

"Forget it, a wooden box, I also believe that you won't take it, so I'll lend you one, how much do you want to take?"

"I'll take it and sell it inside, I'm afraid I'll melt if I take too much, so I'll take thirty at a time." Anyway, you're here, and I'll come back and get it when I'm done selling out. ”

Wan Feng paid three cents, and Ma Huan used a wooden box to fill Wan Feng with thirty-three popsicles, and Wan Feng was covered with a small cushion on top of the box.

Wan Feng ran into the square with the box, and when he got into the square, he got into the crowd and came to his throat.

"Popsicle popsicle! Freshly out of the pot of small bean popsicles, the best food to relieve heat and heat, eat a bite from the brain melon door cold to the heels, two points one and five points three, there is no buying. ”

Wan Feng's words were like a dog day whip and timely rain, which immediately made the people who were suffering in the scorching heat feel like a cold rain shower.

Of course, the feeling of not eating a popsicle will naturally not occur, only the feeling of taking a bite of a cold popsicle will occur.

"Kid, I'll buy one. As soon as Wan Feng's words fell, someone became his first customer.

The man hurriedly ripped off the improvised wrapper on the popsicle, took a hard bite, and then let out a snort, and then closed his eyes to enjoy the cold moment.

This guy's intoxicated expression is simply a 360-degree 3D three-dimensional live advertisement for Wan Feng for free.

The people around me have the Adam's apple of the Adam's apple and squirm, and those who do not have the Adam's apple also swallow saliva.

As a result, a scene that had once been in Jiangwei School Square appeared, and countless hands immediately stretched out from all directions, as if robbed.

Wan Feng's thirty-three popsicles were at the bottom of the box in the blink of an eye.

fart kung fu, and you can earn more than two cents.

Wan Feng ran to the school gate non-stop and took another three cents of the goods.

At this rate, he sells five or six hundred popsicles this morning like a play, which is much faster than renting a villain book to make more than a dollar a day.

But the development of things is never subject to human will.

The last trip to Wanfeng was a spring breeze and a hurry, but this time he died before he could get out of the school.

As soon as he finished taking the goods, he ran into the door hole of the first row of houses in the school, and three young people came out of the sports school room and happened to meet him.

"Kid!

The clothes on the three young men were only buttoned at the bottom, revealing the skin inside, the pants on the lower body were pulled up to the calves, and they were wearing high hats on their heads, which was the most standard dress of street bastards at that time.

It wasn't the time to wear bell-bottoms and explode swing dances, but the young people here wore a kind of top hat to make a statement.

Of course, it's not the tower-like tall hat that the street people wear.

This kind of top hat was the most popular old-fashioned military hat at that time, and a ball of paper was stuffed into the inner part of the head, and then fastened to the head, and a high tip was pushed out of the head door.

I don't know which turtle grandson invented it.

Wan Feng didn't feel anything wrong back then, and he seemed to have worn it at that time.

But now that I look at it, I don't think that's the case, a cuckold doesn't have a bulge, does this think cuckolding is glorious?

Wan Feng thought that business was coming again, so he ran over.

"Big brother, do you want to buy popsicles?"

The three youths each held a popsicle in one hand, then turned around and walked towards the playground.

What is the situation? This is gone? The situation seems to be wrong, don't these three guys know that they have to pay for things?

Wan Feng felt the need to remind the other party to pay.

"Three big brothers, you haven't paid yet. ”

The three young men looked back at Wan Feng in surprise with popsicles in their mouths.

"Ahh

Lao Tzu's popsicle is not from the sea and the wind is blowing in the sky, so why don't you want money?

"Of course we have to pay. ”

"Do you know who we are?"

"Who are you and have a connection with buying things and giving money?"

"Tell you that I'm Zhu Lao'er, have you heard of it?"

Isn't it just a pig urine bubble, how can he be embarrassed to say this kind of name, it seems to be very honorable.

Pig dick, ahahaha... Wan Feng just wanted to laugh, but suddenly remembered who the second pig was.

The Zhu family of the Warrior Commune, more than ten years later, was a well-known family of Uncle Tun in the Warrior Commune.

In the northern countryside, there is a popular name for those unreasonable and domineering people in Tunzi: Uncle Tun.

The Zhu family has seven brothers, the most famous is the third Zhu Youliang, followed by the fifth Zhu Youquan, and the second pig Zhu Youcai can only be ranked third.

But the Zhu brothers were the first to mix in the market, but it was the second pig.

More than ten years later, although the people of the Zhu family trembled on the streets of the Warrior Commune, no one dared to provoke them.

I didn't expect that I would meet a man of the year on the warrior territory more than ten years later.