All my claims were denied by the factory director. He said that there was no publicity and no advertising on television. Then, after we talked about some boring topics again, I told him I would come back tomorrow. And the director didn't even send it to me.

I don't know if he can see that I'm a poor ghost? In short, people will be looked down upon wherever they are poor.

The granary matter was not negotiated, so I planned to go to Longtan Yellow Distillery to talk about it. The result of my discussion with the director of Longtan Rice Distillery was that I first bought a few boxes of rice wine from him and brought them to Zhong Xiang to let people take a look at them first, and if the people there said that they could sell it, they could wholesale some of it.

But I only had 100 yuan on me at the time, and after calculating the round-trip fare, the rest of the money was only enough to buy a case of rice wine. Whatever, one box is one box, take one box to Zhong Xiang first.

Everything was ready to stop, and I took the car to Zhongshan Town again. When I arrived in Zhongshan Town, I first found the man who produced rice noodles. It turned out that the young man was younger than me, only about twenty years old, and he was not at home.

After he took me to his house, his parents didn't even want me to eat, but said that they were all talking about his brother's marriage. When I saw his parents like this, I wanted to come back. However, it was almost noon at that time, and although it was still too late for me to go home, didn't I come in vain?

So, I thought of Yang Xinguo again. I plan to go to Yang Xinguo and tell him about the granary and rice wine, and see if I can make a business.

Thinking of this, I didn't say hello to the guy, and got on the bike to the high platform.

That Yang Xinguo's family is still the same. However, when I went, he seemed to be entertaining, probably because the eldest daughter Yang Ling opened the lock. When I saw this, my mind spun around and I thought about it. Why don't I give this box of rice wine to Yang Xinguo as a gift, and sell it by the way.

So, I told Yang Xinguo that I was also here to give you a gift. Then, I handed the rice wine to him. Yang Xinguo also treated me as a guest, and opened the rice wine for his relatives and friends to taste during the banquet.

However, after those people drank it, they told me that the rice wine was made of rice, and their people here would have made it a long time ago. Then, Yang Xinguo let me taste the rice wine he made at home. Compared with each other, the rice wine made by other people is much more mellow than the rice wine I brought.

In the evening, I talked to Yang Xinguo about the granary and singing. Yang Xinguo said that he didn't like to meddle with these things, and asked me to find a second uncle on his own door.

Who is his second uncle? It's the bald old man I came to Gaotai Village this spring to inquire, and the two of us still have some fate.

However, in the months since I left, the hut where I used to live had been filled with bran by Yang Xinguo, and he arranged for me to sleep with his nephew.

His nephew's bed was narrow and small, and I was always embarrassed to be a guest, so I slept restlessly that night.

The next day it was not too bright, so I got up to say goodbye and went straight to the bald old man's house. I talked to him about the plastic granary and singing. He said that they also have plastic granaries here, but he can take care of the singing.

He said that our Henan opera is very popular with them, and now it is the agricultural season, if I can introduce general opera, he can help me introduce business. I was very happy to hear this, so I finished breakfast at his house and drove back again.

When I got home, I told my father about singing, and the actor agreed at first. But then we all agreed on the date of departure, and they repented because someone in the troupe suggested that my father and I would be divided into them for nothing. So, the matter went up again.

And my reputation in the village at that time was also getting worse day by day, and at the same time, the people in the village thought that I was a naked man. I just broke the jar and didn't think about all those things.

As for literature, I still occasionally submit short stories to magazines and newspapers, but unfortunately none of them are selected. At that time, I often had some inferiority complex that overwhelmed me and overwhelmed me.

One day, while I was lying in bed and sleeping, a man from the "grandfather" generation in the village came to my house and said that he wanted to give me a parent. As soon as I heard that something good was happening, I immediately broke down from my bed.

After he sat down, he told me and my parents that he had nothing to do one day and went to play at the house of a member of another team in our village named Li Lao Wu, and Li Lao Wu told him that his daughter's godmother had two daughters and wanted to recruit a son-in-law.

Then he asked me if I would like to slam the door upside down. A son who is twenty-five years old and has not yet married a daughter-in-law will be anxious to change which family to be a parent. It doesn't matter if he falls to the door or not, he agrees first. Either way, it's better than being a bare man.

Besides, it's not like I've never experienced the door down. Readers may remember that in '96, when I was talking to Limin in Chenghai, I was going to go to her house.

Also, my parents and I talked about it together. They said, "As long as I can be blessed, it doesn't matter where I go." However, we are all wrong. People find a son-in-law to let you support other people's parents, not for you to enjoy happiness.

And my parents and I thought that going to that kind of family was to enjoy happiness, which was naïve.

Either way, my parents nodded yes. But my "master" said that there was also a matchmaker in the middle. We asked him to bring another matchmaker as well. He said yes and left.

The next day, under the leadership of my grandfather, a medium-sized man with slightly sunken eyes and prominent cheekbones came to my house. Naturally, we can't help but manage other people's drinks. The man was satisfied with me and my family, and said that he would go back and tell the woman.

My parents and I were at home waiting for the news.

A few days later, the man came to my house again and said that tomorrow I would go to the street to meet the woman.

The next morning, when I was dressed up to go on a blind date, one of the two singing operas that had gone with me and my father to the county seat to welcome the People's Liberation Army came to me and asked me to go with her to sing (in our rural area, when people have a funeral, they must have a singing opera, otherwise they will be laughed at).

The singer repaid me because of the kindness we asked her to go to the county last time), I was in a dilemma, so I asked my father, and my father said that this incident was an opportunity for me to experience, and the so-called opportunity should not be missed, so let me go to the scene (my father thought this way because he wanted me to go with others in the future).

I followed the singer to the scene and earned thirty dollars.

After I came back, the matchmaker that the master brought last time came to my house and scolded our family for being a bloody dog. What do we say are bastards, etc. In short, all the swear words are thrown at us.

My man was in a hurry to play a round on the side. The man was discouraged, and then said, "The girls are here, but if you don't go here, leave the girls there." Tell me for yourselves what this is called, and who will mind your business in the future?"

After saying that, he left angrily.

After the matchmaker left, I thought that I had really done something wrong, so I planned to go to the woman's house in person to apologize. I had a rough idea of the girl's village and the girl's name from my husband and the matchmaker he brought.

So, the next day I bought some gifts and came to the village. Fortunately, the village was only five or six miles away from my house, and it only took me ten minutes to get there.

However, I didn't know where they were, so I wanted to ask. I thought about it at the entrance of the village and remembered an acquaintance. That is Xiaoqing, who worked in a factory with my former lover Qinglian when I was in Chenghai last year.

Since I broke up with Qinglian, I haven't been to their factory, and I haven't seen Xiaoqing. I just didn't know if she came back from Chenghai at that time? I asked someone to inquire, but I didn't expect that Xiaoqing happened to be at home.

Xiaoqing was wearing a cyan duckdown jacket with a big braid. I went to her house and chatted with her for a while. When she was in Chenghai, Xiaoqing had a boyfriend.

This article is from the book online novel