After dinner, Zhang Wei followed his parents to Yang Zhifeng's house.

Fortunately, Zhang Aiguo went once, and although he searched for a while, he finally found Yang Zhifeng's house.

Generally speaking, people of Yang Zhifeng's level live in the compound of the municipal party committee, but he still likes to live in his own home, after all, there are memories of him and his wife.

Looking at his parents standing at the door of Yang Zhifeng's house, Zhang Wei was a little funny, he and his mother came back after shopping, and found that his father was gone, and after waiting for a while, he saw him coming back with Zhonghua Moutai.

Cheng Lin was naturally angry, so one held a chicken and an egg, and the other held Zhonghua Moutai.

"Who?"

After knocking on the door, Yang Zhifeng's voice came from inside.

"Uncle, I'm Xiao Zhang, who sells rice. Zhang Aiguo hurriedly responded.

The door opened, and Yang Zhifeng had a smile on his face: "It's you, come on, come in, come in and sit." ”

Zhang Wei followed his parents in, Cheng Lin and Zhang Aiguo glanced at each other, and then put the things down.

"What are you doing here? Yang Zhifeng was a little dissatisfied when he saw the delivery and said, "I received the idea, and I will bring it back later." ”

"Uncle, thank you really today. Zhang Aiguo was a little nervous: "It's nothing, a little thought." ”

"Yes, yes, you can take it, otherwise we won't be able to sleep well. Cheng Lin followed.

Zhang Wei looked at Yang Zhifeng's house, the house is not very big, it is estimated that it is only seventy or eighty square meters at most, with two bedrooms and one living room.

If a family of three lives it may seem crowded, but Yang Zhifeng seems to live alone, it will be more than enough.

In the innermost part of the hall is an incense table, a clean copper incense burner between the two candles, and a posthumous photo is placed behind the incense burner.

In the photo, there is a woman in her fifties and sixties, with an amiable face, but Zhang Wei is a little familiar no matter how she looks at it, this woman looks a little similar to her mother, and she is even more similar to her grandmother.

"I took the chickens and eggs, and took back the cigarettes and alcohol. Yang Zhifeng's attitude is very resolute.

Cheng Lin glanced at Zhang Aiguo with some schadenfreude, and Zhang Aiguo put away his cigarettes and alcohol in an embarrassed response.

"Xiao Zhang, where are you from?"

Although others came over to thank him, Yang Zhifeng would not snub others and poured three cups of tea for Zhang Wei's family.

Zhang Aiguo took the tea and kept saying thank you in his mouth.

"We're not far from here, just across the Yangtze River from Haitong. Zhang Aiguo opened his mouth to answer, and Cheng Lin nodded with a smile on the side.

"Yo, you are also from Haitong?" Yang Zhifeng suddenly became interested: "Where is Haitong?"

Zhang Wei was a little surprised, listening to this tone Yang Zhifeng seems to be also from Haitong, but it would be better if he was a fellow countryman.

"Haitong Minqiang Town. ”

"It's close to my hometown. Yang Zhifeng nodded.

"I don't know where you're from. ”

"As for Siyi Town next to Minqiang, Yangjia Village knows, right?"

"You know, I have a relative over there. Cheng Lin said thoughtfully: "My cousin married over there." ”

"What's your cousin's name, maybe I still know her!"

Cheng Lin thought for a while: "It seems to be called Zhou Qin or something, I haven't seen it before, listen to what my mother said." ”

"Zhou Qinmei?" Yang Zhifeng's voice trembled a little.

"Yes, that's it. Cheng Lin said a little embarrassedly: "I married her before I was born, and then the family moved away, and I also heard my mother say it by chance." ”

"What's your mother's name?" Yang Zhifeng stared at Cheng Lin.

Zhang Wei also found that something was wrong on the side, as if something was wrong with Yang Zhifeng, and then looked at the posthumous photo, a thought rose in his heart, could it be a relative?

"Uncle, my mother's name is Zhou Qinlan. ”

"I can't think of it!" Yang Zhifeng let out a long breath: "Niece, your uncle is right, my deceased old woman and your mother are cousins." ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Wei's family was surprised, they really didn't expect it, they didn't expect it to be really a family, and the relationship was not far away.

Yang Zhifeng slowly explained, he came to work in the magic capital after he got married decades ago, and the family left his homeland, plus his parents died early, and there were no relatives in the family, so he rarely returned to his hometown.

When Zhou Qinmei was alive, she would occasionally go back during the New Year's holidays, but Yang Zhifeng was busy with official business and rarely went back, and even Yang Zhifeng helped Yang Zhifeng sit on the bank president of Zhang Wei's uncle and grandfather.

"When your cousin died, I didn't want to work hard to mobilize the people, so I called her brothers and sisters, no wonder I haven't seen you. Yang Zhifeng sighed.

"No wonder my mother came to the magic capital one year, I just got married at the time, and I didn't come with me. ”

"I don't blame you, I was not good at the time, and no one in the juniors shouted. ”

Yang Zhifeng waved his hand and said, in fact, it was not that he didn't want to shout, but that he didn't want the juniors to know that there was a relative like him who was a big official.

When Zhang Wei's uncle and grandfather begged him, he also wanted to refuse, but they were all family, and he couldn't refuse at all.

As an upright official, what Yang Zhifeng is most afraid of is that his relatives begged to come over, and he didn't want to help, but he couldn't help it, so he didn't let the juniors come to the funeral.

After recognizing their relatives, Zhang Wei's family and Yang Zhifeng's sense of alienation dissipated a lot, and an hour passed quickly.

"It's late, so we won't disturb your rest. Zhang Aiguo took Cheng Lin and Zhang Wei to get up and prepare to leave.

Yang Zhifeng didn't stay, stood up and sent the family to the door: "You guys, come and sit when you have time." ”

"Okay!" Zhang Aiguo said politely, although his relatives recognized it, but he really didn't dare to take this sentence seriously if he was such a big official.

Who knew that Yang Zhifeng was sincere: "I am free this Sunday, and then your family of three will come over for a meal." ”

Zhang Aiguo and Cheng Lin glanced at each other, they obviously didn't expect Yang Zhifeng to be serious.

"Okay, we'll be here then. Cheng Lin agreed, turned her head to Zhang Wei and said, "Say goodbye to your aunt and grandfather." ”

Zhang Wei said sweetly: "Grandpa, goodbye." ”

"This kid is so good. Yang Zhifeng said with a smile: "Goodbye Xiaowei, come over and play more." ”

The family returned to the residence with a little excitement, originally just wanting to say thanks, but they didn't expect to recognize a relative.

Yang Zhifeng, a person with such a lofty status, actually didn't have any shelf at all, and said that he would help Zhang Wei find a kindergarten.

If Zhang Wei hadn't refused quickly, I'm afraid he would have to go to school next week.

Zhang Aiguo and Cheng Lin were happy and scared, although they also wanted Zhang Wei to go to school, but the tuition fee in the magic capital was still very expensive, and Zhang Wei was only five years old, fortunately, Zhang Wei took the initiative to refuse, otherwise they would have a headache.

After a night of silence, Zhang Wei's family woke up early the next day and rushed to the vegetable market after breakfast.

Although it was only half past five, the market was already very lively, which made Zhang Aiguo a little regretful, and he decided to get up a little earlier tomorrow.

It was the first time to sell rice in the vegetable market, and the location of this façade was also very good, not far from the exit, and the people who bought vegetables could see it as soon as they walked in.

Zhang Wei began to observe the situation in the vegetable market, which was very large, with one stall after another, and countless people selling vegetables, meat, and fish.

There are about 20 storefronts, and there are only three households selling rice, including Zhang Wei's family, so this business should be divided.

As usual, Zhang Aiguo opened a few bags of rice and put them in front of the store, and inserted a small sign on the rice to write the price of rice.

I don't know the price of the other two households, Zhang Wei's family still follows the price when the stall was set up, 8 mao 5, 9 mao 5 a catty.

For the time being, there are only two kinds of rice, because of financial constraints, or Zhang Aiguo and Cheng Lin didn't expect so much, there is neither fragrant stem rice nor glutinous rice, not to mention that other people's families still sell flour and soybean oil or something.

Also considering the problem of paying the rent of the storefront, the method of discounting 50 catties and 100 catties proposed by Zhang Wei before was abandoned.

Despite this, Zhang Wei was pleasantly surprised to find that the business in the vegetable market was not generally good, from half past five to nine in the morning, 1,500 catties of rice had been sold, which was not counting the 500 catties of Xie Fatzi, and this sales speed surprised Zhang Wei's family.

But the only pity is that there are fair scales in the market, and small batch purchases of less than fifty catties have not dared to lack catties or two, even so, counting Zhang Fatzi's five hundred catties, he has already earned two hundred and sixty or seventy yuan in the morning.

This made Cheng Lin, who was originally a little sad because of renting a storefront, his eyebrows fluttered, and his enthusiasm for doing business was completely mobilized.

"Patriotic, the business in this market is too good!" Cheng Lin couldn't believe it.

Although Zhang Aiguo was out of breath when he sent the rice, he still said excitedly: "Yes, no wonder the boss said that it doesn't matter if you can't find a storefront!"

Zhang Wei is different from the excited couple, he took a closer look at the other two, the business seems to be sluggish, is it because of the price?

Because he wasn't sure, Zhang Wei ran over alone to see, and Cheng Lin also knew that his son was different from ordinary children, so he just said don't run too far and continued to be busy with business.

The first one was diagonally opposite Zhang Wei's house, and Zhang Wei looked at it for a while, only to realize that the price of their rice was half a cent more expensive than his own, and the other was at the other exit, and the price was the same.

Zhang Wei immediately realized that it was no wonder that their business was so hot, you must know that the peak time for purchases was four or five o'clock in the afternoon.

If this continues, I am afraid that the other two will join forces to deal with the price war of Zhang Wei's family.

Zhang Wei went back and told his parents about it, but his parents didn't take it seriously at all, in their words, earning a pound of one dime and a half at the cost price is already very black-hearted, and if he earns two cents, God will not be able to look at it.

Contentment is the most important thing, but sometimes contentment can cause trouble.

When I was free at noon, the other two shopkeepers came to the door with a blue face.

"I said big brother, it's not good for you to do this!" said the shopkeeper diagonally opposite Zhang Aiguo in a gloomy tone.