Chapter Forty-Eight: The Vegetable Market Turmoil
After a night of hard training, although Cheng Peng already had back pain, he wanted to go back to bed and take a big nap. After all, he has to go to work tomorrow, and he is not a person who has nothing to do at home.
However, thinking of the tens of thousands of chickens and ducks in his uncle's house, Cheng Peng gritted his teeth and went straight to the vegetable market.
He went to his uncle's house first, woke him up, and pulled the cart out.
"Uncle, go get some water and feed them. Cheng Peng said.
"Oh, that's good. The uncle hurriedly went to fetch water and handed it to Cheng Peng, "I'll go with you." "He was sleepy-eyed and tired from age. But when he saw that his nephew was also busy with this matter, thinking that he had dragged his nephew into the water, he was full of guilt, and he had to help him sell chickens.
But how did my uncle know that Cheng Peng already had a plan in his heart. He smiled and said, "Uncle, you can leave this matter alone, go back and get a good night's sleep, go buy some snacks for my grandmother at dawn, and then take the morning bus home." ”
After speaking, Cheng Peng pulled up the cart and walked down the street. The uncle looked at his back, and was stunned for a long time before returning to the room, and said secretly in his heart: "Dapeng has grown up, and he has grown his ability." ”
He couldn't help but think of Cheng Peng's bare ass and runny nose when he was a child, following him and yelling to catch fish.
Cheng Peng pulled the car and came to a secluded place, his mind was concentrated, and he desperately squeezed out a few spirit beads and melted them into the water. Pouring this water into the sink in the chicken coop, those chickens and ducks who were originally plagued by distemper brains instantly came to their senses. They seem to be awakened by the sweetness of water, and they rush to peck at them.
"Hey, yes, drink it better, and the meat will become more beautiful!" Cheng Peng said with a smile.
The time was half past three in the morning, and the whole town was sleeping, except for the vegetable market, which was brightly lit and crowded. People here have different biological clocks than ordinary people, and the wee hours of the morning are their busiest.
The moths under the lights are also busy, and stray dogs wander around the meat, fish and poultry areas, their eyes glowing green, looking for meat on the ground.
Cheng Peng pulled the cart and shuttled through the crowd. After walking back and forth, he realized that it was very unwise to break in so blindly.
The meat and poultry in the vegetable market are all bought by the shop owners from old customers, and at this point, they have already completed the transaction and only waited for the dawn to retail. Therefore, no one cares about Cheng Peng's board car, and everyone thinks he is a porter of whose house.
From entering the vegetable market at about half past three to leaving the vegetable market at four o'clock, Cheng Peng pulled a cart and sweated, but he didn't find the way. In the end, he parked the car at the south gate of the vegetable market and sat on the side of the road to rest, thinking about it.
"Hey, I said Lao Wu, you're too inauthentic, aren't you? You let me release my pigeons, how can I explain to the customer?" A tricycle rushed from a distance, ignoring passers-by, and finally stopped on the side of the road with a bang, just next to the front of Cheng Peng's car.
The driver was a big fat man, black and strong, and his clothes were lifted to reveal a big round belly. He had a towel hanging around his neck, and the white towel was wiped gray. At this time, the fat man was in a very bad mood and was angry at the phone.
This car is the favorite means of transportation for those small bosses in the vegetable market, simple and practical. Cheng Peng raised his head and glanced at the body, and found that some of the tools in it were all related to poultry.
"Oh, it's a competitor too. He said secretly.
However, looking at the man's face, Cheng Peng felt that he should not be so excited. The fat man looks like he is in his forties, and he is relatively fat, and at this age, some problems will gradually find on his body. At this time, his eyes were a little bloodshot, and his face was also very red.
After making the call, the fat man found that Cheng Peng was staring at him, so he said angrily: "What are you doing?
"No, just take a look. Cheng Peng smiled faintly.
"Hmph, it's not good to help your hometown when you're young, why are you squatting here blindly? I guess your dad is busy inside, right? You, don't just think about playing all day long!" the fat man actually nagged.
Cheng Peng didn't get tired of him, but found it interesting. Because the tone of a fat man is like a child nagging himself. I must have thought of my son, and I felt it.
Seeing that Cheng Peng only smiled and didn't answer, the fat man looked like rotten wood that could not be carved, shook his head and sighed, started the car and drove towards the vegetable market, shouting as he walked: "Let it go, get the oil pot rolling!"
There are so many people and cars in the vegetable market, it is strange that he can walk. Cheng Peng only thought it was funny, although he was a rural baby, he rarely saw such a lively scene. The vegetable market in Dongcheng Town is far from this!
Suddenly, the fat man's shouting stopped abruptly, but the sound of the motor of the diesel tricycle did not stop. Cheng Peng also heard someone exclaim: "Ah, what's wrong with this car?"
"Leave the car alone, people, people!"
For a time, the intersection of the vegetable market was chaotic, and people barked and dogs barked. Someone came across an electric car parked next to the stall in a panic, so the bicycle and electric car fell into a mess.
Cheng Peng immediately looked back, but saw the fat man half of his body drooping down, lying on the steering wheel, and the car rushed towards the crowd like a headless fly and a wild horse.
The crowd began to panic, and the fat man's body rolled down the wheels.
Cheng Peng was taken aback, he jumped up, pressed the wheels of the flatbed car, jumped over with his strength, and landed firmly behind the fat car. He grabbed the butt of the car with his big hand, and pressed it down hard.
The motor of the car was still spinning rapidly, and the force was amazing, and Cheng Peng used his strength to fight against it, and finally held it down. At this time, half of the fat man's body had already rubbed to the ground, and Cheng Peng didn't dare to pull the rear of the car hard, for fear of pressing him.
Everyone was in a panic, and they didn't know what to do. The young man who suddenly appeared and was extremely powerful was surprised, and he did not avoid it, and rushed up to see it.
Cheng Peng was anxious and angry, and shouted: "Give it all up." ”
The thunderous sound shook the heads of the people nearby, and they quickly retreated. Cheng Peng took the opportunity to let go, rushed forward like an arrow, grabbed the fat man, pulled him out of the driver's seat, and turned off the fire.
The fat man was unconscious, fat and strong, and still greasy. Cheng Peng didn't care so much, dragged him to the side of the road and let him lie flat, pressed his carotid artery, found that the pulse was weak, and then scooped up his arm to probe the pulse, and the pulse was very chaotic.
"I'm afraid it's a cardiovascular and cerebrovascular problem. ”
The knowledge that the mirror imparted to Cheng Peng let him know that the fat man's condition was very critical. With a twist of thought, he took out a spirit bead and dripped it into the fat man's mouth.
After a while, the fat man's face turned around, and his breath gradually stabilized. Cheng Peng stared at him, if another minute passed, the fat man didn't open his eyes, it would be dangerous.
"Thankfully, I didn't use too many orbs today. Cheng Peng was secretly glad that he didn't notice that he was already sweating profusely, and the people around him were looking at him with strange or approving eyes.
",, what's wrong with you?" a woman's heart-rending voice came from outside the crowd.