Wan Feng didn't enter the warehouse for the first time, he looked at the white slip in his hand and thought for a while, put the bicycle up and turned around and walked out of the popsicle factory.

Seven or eight minutes later, Wan Feng returned to the door of the warehouse out of breath.

"Anyone?"

Wan Feng shouted only to see a white hat emerge from a stack of wooden boxes, and then saw the face of a young man.

"What are you doing?" the young brother seemed to be hiding in the pile of boxes and dreaming of spring, and was disturbed by Wan Feng, so he looked impatient.

"I'll take the goods. As he spoke, he raised the white stripe in his hand.

"How many?"

Wan Feng didn't answer the young man's words directly, but glanced around with his eyes: "Brother, why are you alone here?"

The young man was impatient: "Why are you asking this?"

"It's better brother, your job is good, how leisurely, you can sleep at any time or something. ”

The young man's eyes glared: "Idle, I'm alone inside and outside here, I was busy like a grandson before eight o'clock, and now you look at me idle, tell me how many branches." ”

"One hundred and fifteen. Wan Feng handed the note in his hand to the young man's hand.

The young man picked up the note and looked at it, then glared at Wan Feng: "I said you didn't study?

Before the young man's words were finished, Wan Feng stuffed a box of golden chrysanthemum cigarettes into the pocket outside the young man's white coat.

Wan Feng's left pocket is a box of cigarettes, and in his right pocket is a box of Pechoin.

He made preparations in advance, because he didn't know whether the other party was a man or a woman, so he made two preparations.

Since the other party is a man, what plays a role is smoke.

The young man subconsciously reached into his pocket and felt it to know what was in it, but he didn't seem to have experienced such a thing, and he didn't know what to do if his brain was short-circuited.

"Brother, isn't there a hundred and fifty sticks on the strip?"

Wan Feng asked again before the young man suddenly realized: "Oh! It's one hundred and fifteen, and you come in with me. ”

It was cold in the warehouse, Wan Feng couldn't help but shiver, and he was still wearing the kind of shorts that students wore in summer.

"What do you mean, boy?" the young man pulled out the cigarette from his pocket, glanced at it, and kicked it back.

The golden chrysanthemum of one dime and seven cents is much higher than the harvest cigarette he smoked.

At this time, people are so simple, and this has to be taught.

"A box of cigarettes for fifty popsicles. Wan Feng said simply.

The young man blinked, picked up the wooden box, brushed it, and put one hundred and fifty popsicles into the wooden box.

This guy is really dead-eyed, why can't his head be open at all.

"Brother, don't you still have a ride, one hundred and fifty popsicles and thirty sticks, it should be one hundred and eighty. ”

The young man hesitated for a moment, and then loaded thirty more for Wan Feng.

If you are paralyzed, you can't give Lao Tzu 200 sticks, waste materials!

"I mean, boy, nothing will happen?" asked the young man worriedly.

"Your factory has all the white slips, and you don't even have a doorman when you go out, what do you think will happen? I don't believe that you have confiscated one hundred and fifteen white slips here, you can figure it out yourself." ”

There are some things he can't say too clearly, what if the church is a little corrupt? He can't take that responsibility.

Wan Feng took out the box and stacked it in the box layer by layer.

That little brother seems to be still spinning around like this.

Wan Feng stacked the popsicle, put the empty box on the stack of boxes, and said goodbye to the little brother: "Brother, I'm leaving, there will be a date later." ”

When Wan Feng pushed the cart out of the popsicle factory, the young man was still in a daze, but he also turned around.

It turns out that the job can still do this!

Wan Feng, who came out of the popsicle factory, didn't know that the young man had woken up, and he was still sighing: What a pure era! I don't know if the young man has figured out the relationship between them, I hope this young man will not be spoiled by him.

A box of cigarettes worth six or seven cents was exchanged for sixty popsicles, and Wan Feng's mood was naturally very good, so he was full of energy, singing a little song in his mouth and returning to Jiangwei School briskly.

When he pushed his bicycle into school, it was 10 a.m.

The playground of Jiangwei School was crowded with people, in addition to more than 400 students, there were no less than 400 or 500 adults from various teams who came to see the excitement, and the playground of Jiangwei School was full of people.

At the end of May, the fields were already green, and there was no too important work, so almost all the teams pushed back their work and watched the sports day during the holidays.

As a result, the men, women and children of each squad appeared at Jiangwei School with their families, which caused the current situation of crowds.

Seeing this scene, Wan Feng's heart was overjoyed.

A notice was playing on the loudspeaker: "Please go to the check-in office immediately for the women's group B 200m preliminaries, please see the men's group B long jump players go to the check-in office immediately..."

It was almost noon, there was not a trace of clouds or wind in the sky, and the sun probably loved to watch the excitement, looking down at the top of the head, swaying the infinite heat, and because of the large number of people, the playground was simply hot.

All the people almost looked sweaty, and the fans in the hands of those who held the fans danced like Nezha's hot wheels. Those who don't have a fan can only rely on fanning the corners of their clothes to alleviate the heat.

"Selling popsicles, selling popsicles. ”

In such an atmosphere, a voice suddenly sounded, as if a cool breeze was blowing in front of me.

The voices of those who heard it seemed to smoke as if they were exhaling.

When Wan Feng's voice was still echoing around the beam, the question rang out: "How much is one?"

"Two cents, if you want to buy more, you can buy five cents and three, how many do you want?"

Wan Feng's one hundred and eighty popsicles cost more than a dime a piece, and one of them didn't have seven cents on his back, so it made sense for him to sell them.

"Get me one. An adult handed over two cents.

"Uncle, don't you have any children running sports meets? How to divide a popsicle, if you suffer from heat stroke on this hot day, it will be a big trouble." ”

When the adult heard this, he said, "You are right, the one who brought me five cents is paralyzed and died." ”

The adult changed a five-cent coin, impatiently took the popsicle and put one in his mouth, and then went around looking for his own child.

"Adults can bear it, but students can't, if they suffer from heat stroke, it's not a problem that can be solved by two cents and a popsicle. In this kind of weather, maybe your child can persevere and have the possibility of victory, and if you can't let your child lose at the starting line, a popsicle may bring a bright future..."

Wan Fengkou was like a hanging river, and the words made the people around him instantly understand a truth, yes, he couldn't let his children lose at the starting line.

This sentence was N years in advance by Wan Feng appeared on the campus of the Jiangwei Brigade.