Complaining is complaining, Lamei still keeps tossing in two eras: reselling eggs, buying and selling steamed buns, and selling paper money.

However, the sky is unpredictable. Lamei was enthusiastically selling steamed buns and eggs in reality, and when she was selling old banknotes in her past life and modern times, she was suddenly in trouble.

One day. Lamei was selling steamed buns at the gate of a community when a middle-aged man came to her and looked at the snow-white steamed buns. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva. He asked unkindly, "Who told you to sell it here?"

Lamei glanced at the visitor, and saw that he was neatly dressed and had a fierce face, so she beat a drum in her heart: Don't be a business administrator anymore. Pretending to be scared, he muttered, "I won't sell it, okay?"

"I'm asking you: Who told you to sell it?" asked the other man impatiently and loudly in front of the cart.

"My grandmother. Plum crisp said.

No matter who you are or what your purpose is, use the old man to block you first. It really didn't work, so he brought out the white-haired old woman. It's not a change of mouth. Fortunately, the people of Wangdian Village admit that they are protected by the white-haired grandmother, and they also recognize that the white-haired grandmother can give things.

This sentence really worked, and the other party was stunned for a moment and asked, "Which village are you from?"

Lamei: "Wangdian Village." ”

"Where's you?"

"Didn't come. ”

"You're selling it alone?"

"Uh-huh. If I don't sell it, can't I?"

"You can't sell it if you want to. The other party's attitude changed and his tone became stiff: "I am from the industrial and commercial office, push your dustpan into the office, and ask your lord to collect it." ”

Lamei had no choice but to push the wooden wheelbarrow and slowly follow behind the man

At this time, there were already a lot of people around. There are those who buy steamed buns, and there are those who watch the excitement. Lamei didn't want to explain more in front of everyone, so she would see the opportunity to act again when she got to the industrial and commercial office.

"Didn't you say that there was a little girl who bought steamed buns, let me meet her today, brought her here, let's ask what's going on!"

As soon as you enter the door of the industrial and commercial office. The middle-aged man beckoned. Immediately, three people came out, some middle-aged and some old.

"Yo, it's such a small child. An old man in his fifties said. Then he asked Lamei, "How old is the little girl?"

"Nine years old. Lamei replied tremblingly

"Nine years old? I came out to buy things at the age of nine. What about your parents?" asked the old man again.

Lamei's little mouth dug out, and tears fell from her eyes.

These tears are real

The people from the industrial and commercial office were arrested and interrogated, and they already felt very aggrieved. When I asked my parents, I remembered that I couldn't return to my home, and I couldn't recognize the misery of my parents.

"Don't cry, don't cry. But the old man said, "Call your lord, and we'll let you go." Tell me where your lord is, and what is your name?"

It's really a pot that can't be opened, and what Lamei is most afraid of is mentioning her parents. My sister has parents, but she was reborn as an orphan, what do you want me to say!

"My parents weren't in town. Lamei wiped her tears with the back of her hand, choked up and said, "You open a seizure slip for me, and I will ask my parents to get the cart and dustpan, don't you know!"

This is the ending that Lamei is most looking forward to: the opening of the buckle strip, and the person leaves. It's a big deal to ask my father to make a small trolley and buy a pineapple for myself, keeping the secret is more important than anything else!

"You have to make it clear, we won't call your parents. The middle-aged man who led the plum came said, "Tell me, you little person, where did you get the white-flour steamed buns?"

"Let me say, okay?" said Lamei, trying to get her idea.

Middle-aged man: "No! People say that you often see a little girl selling steamed buns, you have sold them once or twice, you must know very well where your steamed buns come from." When you have made it clear, you can go, and you will call your adults to come, and it will not be troublesome. ”

Lamei: "I can't tell. ”

Middle-aged man: "Why can't you tell clearly? You can say where you got it from, what is not easy to say." ”

Lamei: "I...... I...... Don't dare to say. ”

Middle-aged man: "Say it, I won't reprimand you." ”

Lamei: "The steamed bun is not mine. It was the white-haired grandmother who asked me to sell it. ”

Anyway, the white-haired grandmother has been called in Wangdian Village and is a household name. Pushing on her is the best reason.

Middle-aged man: "Where's the white-haired grandmother?"

Lamei: "From my village." She gave me a lot of things, including iron pots, meat dishes, grain, and steamed buns. ”

Middle-aged man: "What's her name?"

Lamei: "It's called the white-haired grandmother, our team." ”

Middle-aged man: "What team are you?"

Lamei: "Team Eleven." ”

Middle-aged man: "You have to have a name, right?"

Lamei: "I don't know, people call her a white-haired grandmother." ”

As he was interrogating, the old man walked over and lifted the white cloth sheet, and said in surprise: "This steamed bun is not made by hand, you see, the size and style are exactly the same." It's like pouring it from a mold. ”

When the people heard this, they gathered around to see it.

The middle-aged man who led the plum came picked up a steamed bun, broke it open and said, "Really Xuan!" took a bite. The horn smacked his lips and praised: "It's delicious!"

"This face is also pale. It's whiter than our rich and strong fans here. ”

The old man picked up a steamed bun and took a bite, smacking his lips and saying, "It's delicious, it's delicious, but it's not as fragrant as our hand-steamed wheat!"

When the other two saw them eating, they also took one and ate it. One for three and two. He was still chewing in his mouth, and he picked it up again in his hand. Some even took two or two in one hand and gobbled it up, as if they had never seen or eaten steamed buns in their lives

Lamei crooked her nose. scolded in his heart: This is what my aunt and grandmother bought with money. Calling me here has delayed business, and you have also picked up white food to eat, and the image of industrial and commercial cadres has ruined you!

But it's just a matter of words. When people are under the eaves, they have to lower their heads, Lamei understands this truth, so she only lowers her head angrily and picks her nails.

"We don't eat you for nothing. The old man chewed the steamed bun in his mouth and whimpered, "How much money you say, we will give it." ”

Lamei also took the truth and said loudly: "I sell two cents on the street, one banknote, and you can give two cents for one cent." ”

The old man: "You say you don't get two cents! We have four or five eaters, and some eat five or six, and each of them will give you a dime, how about it?"

Lamei: "Don't want a dime, but five and a half cents, or ten cents, and a dime is a steamed bun." ”

Old man: "What kind of accounting method is this?"

Lamei: "It was the white-haired grandmother who asked me to sell it like this, she was afraid that I was young and would find the wrong money for people!"

Old man: "It seems that you, the white-haired grandmother, are a scheming person!"