Mrs. Li: "These are all bicycles from the 50s, 60s, and 70s, where are these bikes still there? You are not very old, how do you know these old brands?"

Wang Xiaohua-Mei smiled: "I listened to what the scrap collector said. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"What are you buying this for?"

"The tall ones are for the family, and the short ones are for me to ride by myself. ”

"I have a children's car that my granddaughter bought when she was eight or nine years old, and she won't ride it at twelve or three, do you want to?"

As soon as Wang Xiaohua-Mei heard about the stroller, wasn't this just right for herself?

Mrs. Li: "I bought it for more than 160 yuan, and most of it is new, so I can get 40 or 50 yuan!"

"Grandma, I just want to sell the money from tender corn, and I want to buy small clothes for my younger brothers and sisters, how about I give you twenty yuan?"

"Twenty dollars? ”

"A weighted pigeon car is only ten yuan, twenty yuan is a lot!"

"It's not the same as a weighted pigeon car. The flying pigeon cart is very heavy, and it also has a girder, so you can't ride it if you can't move it. I'm light and good, and you're just right to ride in height. Well, you give thirty dollars!"

"Grandma, don't rely on you, don't rely on me, let's take a swipe of the two, I'll give you twenty-five, how about it?"

Mrs. Li was amused: "For the sake of your small mouth, I will sell it to you!

"Grandma, are your grandchildren older?" asked Wang Xiaohua-Mei as she walked down the road.

Mrs. Li: "It's big." The youngest are in junior high school. ”

"Can you sell me ten dollars of their old clothes that they don't wear, small ones?"

finally met a master who could communicate, Wang Xiaohua-Mei wanted to make more money on her. If there are dates or no dates, you will pick them up, and if you don't say it in vain, you will bargain with her if you give less. Anyway, the money is in her own hands, and Wang Xiaohua-Mei is sure that she will not suffer.

"What, you also want to buy clothes?" asked Mrs. Li curiously.

"Anyway, they can't wear it, and I don't think you can give it to me. Grandma!"

"How old do you want to be?"

"I have younger siblings, older brothers and sisters at home, the youngest sister is more than a year old, and my brother is thirteen years old. ”

"Ho, your parents have caught up with "Superborn Guerrilla"!"

"We're all like that there, we have several kids in every family!"

"You little mouth, you little eye! Grandma has convinced you. Okay, grandma sells you ten dollars a bag of old clothes today. ”

"Thank you, Grandma!"

Mrs. Li's home soon arrived. It turned out to be the family home of the Cultural and Educational Commission, with several rows of red brick houses, and five families in one row, all of which were independent courtyards. Mrs. Li's home is on the edge of the alley, which is easy to remember.

When she arrived at home, Mrs. Li first launched a stroller for Wang Xiaohua-Mei to see.

It is said to be a children's car, but it is actually a children's bicycle. Two wheels, with a basket in front and a rear hanger in the back, are exactly the kind that Wang Xiaohua-Mei wants.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei couldn't help it, went up with one leg and rode in the courtyard, the height was just right.

While Wang Xiaohua and Mei were watching the bicycle, Mrs. Li packed up a large burden of children's old clothes. Bicycles and old clothes, Wang Xiaohua-Mei gave her thirty-five yuan.

"You count. Mrs. Li took the money in her hand and said, "A basket of tender corn has been exchanged for my children's car, a bag of old clothes, and there are still leftovers." ”

"What doesn't count?"

As the people spoke, an old lady walked into the courtyard, about the same age as Mrs. Li.

"Teacher Feng is here!" Mrs. Li hurriedly greeted: "That's right, this little girl used the money from selling tender corn to buy Qianqian's children's car and a bag of old clothes. When I say this, you'll hear it!"

Teacher Feng: "How much is a bag of old clothes?"

Mrs. Li: "Ten yuan." She said that she would buy it for ten yuan, and anyway, she kept it at home and pressed the bottom of the box, so I picked up a burden for her. She has many brothers and sisters, and they are worn by people both big and small. ”

Teacher Feng: "Okay. Selling to scrap collectors can't pay back the money. He asked Wang Xiaohua-Mei again: "Do you still want it?" If you do, I will also give you ten yuan a burden." ”

Wang Xiaohua-Mei: "Yes." But I don't have any money today, so I'll sell the tender corn tomorrow afternoon to get it, how about it?

Teacher Feng: "Yes. Just come here. Let Mr. Li call me. I'm right next door. ”

Wang Xiaohua-Mei put her burden on the back hanger of her bicycle and left Mrs. Li's house. Walked to the back of the person and dodged into the space.

"I've got money! I've got to buy things!"

Wang Xiaohua-Mei put her bicycle into the space hall and happily spread her head on the sofa: although she only has five yuan in her hand now, she has a way to earn money, and she believes that she can earn a lot of money.

I couldn't wait to take out the five-yuan bill in my pocket and look at it, and found that it was printed with "2005".

Although it is a new ticket with a "quack" sound, it is nearly 50 years different from that life, and it cannot be taken out and spent anyway.

Then toss in this life, earn money to buy things, and then take them to that life.

I unwrapped the burden and looked at it, and sure enough, they were all children's clothes, what style, color, and season. Most of them are half-new, most of them are new, and the styles are also novel.

But these clothes could not be brought to that world, where the rural children wore old coarse cloth, and they were all made at home, which was so far from this that I could not explain it to people.

Then sell it in this life and turn the clothes into money......

By the way, there is no big market in Wangdian Village, you can sell it there!

This is the county seat, and people are relatively particular about dressing; if you get it to the countryside, the small one (money) is one, and the big two (money) is one, and it will definitely be sold.

The money from the sale was used to buy food for the team, and it made up for the deficit of the tender corn sold. With such a toss, the team will not suffer a loss, and they can get a little cheap, so why not do it!

Wang Xiaohua-Mei thought about it and calmed down. I put my clothes and bicycle in the Xili room, flashed out of the space passage, and came to Hualian Supermarket.

Don't look at Wang Xiaohua-Mei's unfamiliarity with the farmers' market, she still remembers the supermarket: the last life was reborn into the rich second generation, and the supermarket is the best place for her to pass the time. Although they are thousands of miles apart, they are not the same era, and she believes that since they are all called supermarkets, they must be similar.

The supermarket has a wide variety of goods and everything. I want to buy a lot of money, but unfortunately I only have five dollars in my pocket.

What to buy?

There are lice in the hair, the itch is uncomfortable, I recall the scene of wiping my head with mud, it is better to buy a bottle of shampoo. The hair that comes out is shiny and smooth, which is definitely not good for the growth of lice. I asked about the rejoicing shampoo I used in my previous life, and it cost seven yuan a bottle.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei stuck out her little tongue: bear with it first, you can buy such a luxury if you have more money!