The four of them ate around the dustpan. She burped and said to Lamei: "Each of us will prepare five two-cent banknotes for you, which can be regarded as steamed bun money for food." But you can't get rid of your steamed buns, dustpans, and carts.

"I'll give you a seizure slip, and let the white-haired old woman you said come to get it with a letter from the brigade. Take it along with the steamed bun money we gave you. You know, without a permit, it is not allowed to sell food on the street. ”

Hearing this, isn't this confiscation in disguise? With your virtue, I'm afraid I won't even be able to give a single steamed bun scum left. Besides, where can I find the white-haired grandmother? Selling steamed buns is all about people's backs, where can I open a certification letter?

But just like that, I am unwilling, this is mostly a steamed bun, and it can still sell more than 200 two-cent banknotes or more than 400 one-cent bills, and it can be sold for more than 1,000 yuan and 2,000 yuan when it is modern.

Lamei was distressed and couldn't do it, and suddenly had a plan: why not play some occult arts, shock them, and let them know that grandma is not easy to mess with!

Lamei pretended to be aggrieved, pouted and stood on the edge of the dustpan, lowering her head and playing with the corners of her clothes. That's worse than a little match girl.

Probably because of the short mouth of eating people, and there is also a seizure, and the four of them no longer look at Lamei. The old man picked up the pen and material paper, and lay on the table to write the seizure note.

Lamei wanted this situation! Taking advantage of their unpreparedness, she bent down, stroked the dustpan with her hand, drove her mind, and put the dustpan and the small trolley into the space passage.

When the old man handed the seizure slip to Lamei, Lamei pretended to read it word by word, then turned her head to look at the place where the dustpan had been placed, and exclaimed loudly: "Ah, where are my dustpans and carts?"

All four of them also looked at the place where they had been stored, and the ground was empty, and there was nothing left.

The four of them were shocked beyond measure, their mouths wide open, and their eyes like brass bells.

"You pay me for my steamed buns, for my dustpan, for my little cart!" Lamei threw the seizure slip on the table and sat on the ground and cried.

While crying, he said: "I also said that it was seized, I haven't gone out yet, so I hid it, and I haven't counted the steamed buns, how can I explain to the white-haired grandmother?!"

"Don't cry yet. The middle-aged man stopped: "It's definitely us hiding, there are only five of us in the house, and no one has gone out, where can we hide?"

"And said that it was not hidden, the house was gone, what is not hidden?" Lamei cried, with a posture of not letting people be heard.

"It's strange, none of us have moved the ground, we haven't left the house, why is it gone?" said the old man in amazement.

"Anyway, it's not in your house, you pay! You pay!" Lamei complained without saying a word.

The four of them looked at each other, and no one could say why.

Jiang is still old and spicy, the old man went up to pick up Lamei, patted the soil on her body, and said kindly: "Little girl, the steamed bun dustpan is indeed not in our house, and we are responsible for this matter." You go back with the seizure slip first, and when we find it, we will notify you to come and collect it. As he spoke, he shoved the seizure slip into Lamei's hand.

The desired goal was achieved, and Lamei was happy in her heart. Still crying, he said, "You can find it quickly, I can't explain it to the white-haired grandmother." ”

"Yes, yes, definitely. The old man said, took Lamei by the shoulder, and sent her out of the gate.

Lamei wiped away her tears and left the industrial and commercial office. The back of the person launched a small cart and continued to sell steamed buns.

After that, I had to go to the industrial and commercial office every day to ask: I found it. Since they couldn't find it, the four people who were scared ran away when they saw Lamei. Or hide in the house and not come out, so that people will say to Lamei that she is not there.

When I met Lamei selling steamed buns on the street, or the wheelbarrow and the dustpan, I didn't dare to ask, so I walked around from afar.

After all, it's my own shortcomings, most of the dustpan steamed buns and a trolley are gone in the office for no reason, and I can't tell a hundred mouths clearly.

Lamei thought that the matter was over, and she was so happy in her heart!

However, Lamei was too happy to be happy, and even greater disasters were yet to come.

It turned out that the middle-aged man who led her into the door was just an ordinary industrial and commercial worker, and the other three people were one janitor, one was a cook, and the other was also an ordinary cadre.

All four of them were surprised by the sudden disappearance of the steamed buns, thinking that they had encountered a supernatural event. And because they couldn't eat casually and take the businessman's things, the four of them couldn't help but eat it, and if there was a mistake first, they didn't dare to report it to the director, and only talked to people about it in private.

As the saying goes, there is no impermeable wall, and a few days later, it still reached the ears of the director. The director called the four people together and asked them about the incident.

The director is the director, and the brain is more intelligent than the average person. As soon as I heard that I was pushing a big dustpan to sell steamed buns, the strings of class struggle in my mind immediately jumped up. asked the middle-aged man seriously, "Do you know where she is from?"

The middle-aged man cracked his mouth, scratched the back of his head and said, "This ...... When I first saw it, I asked, but because things were too weird, I was scared afterwards and forgot the name of the village. However, when she left, she wrote a seizure note, and it is estimated that she must come to find her, and she will know when the time comes. ”

"What if you don't come?" the director said solemnly, glancing at the middle-aged man.

Middle-aged man: "Impossible! A small cart, a dustpan, and most of the dustpan steamed buns should come according to common sense." ”

Director: "Don't forget, it's the year of the Great Famine, and there is not even food. Regardless of whether she is a person or from the production team, as long as there is white flour, it must have been left over from last year's private distribution.

"It's a matter of political line. As the person in charge of the market, we must report it if we find it, so that the public security bureau and the police station can find out. ”

"This ......"

"What is this, you must have been seduced out of the gluttony by the white-flour steamed buns, and after a meal, you forgot about the political line struggle. I didn't even ask which village it belonged to, who was the surname, and who asked it to be sold. ”

Middle-aged man: "Who asked her to sell it, she kept saying that it was a white-haired grandmother, and she had no steamed buns, and she cried that she couldn't explain to the white-haired grandmother!"

"It's weird. The old man said, "There are even five little girls in the house, and no one has gone out, and the steamed bun dustpan is gone." When the little girl saw that it was gone, she burst into tears, and said that we had hidden it, and that I had just washed ourselves away, so I didn't bother to ask her where she was and what her name was. Ahem, it's all undustpanned. ”

"How many steamed buns are in that dustpan?" the director swallowed, smacked his mouth, and asked.

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