Du Yi turned around and left like a fugitive, causing a sly smile to flash in Su Can's eyes.

He said to himself, I asked you to come and tempt, I fooled you so much that you were embarrassed, and if I didn't fool you, I wouldn't be surnamed Su.

Su Fang's face, which was originally not smiling, also had a hint of smile. He didn't expect that Su Can would be so eloquent, if this kid was ****** he was definitely a good hand, and he didn't know who he learned from this ability, his eldest brother Su Chengye was a strict person, raising a son who was so sensitive and wise was really a blessing from his previous life, why didn't I have such a son?

"Su Can, there are not many people coming to buy watermelons now, so you just sit down and take a break and drink saliva." Su Fang took out a green lacquer military pot from the front of the tricycle, a very large and sturdy kind that could hold a lot of water.

If it's winter, the lid is pressed tightly, and when it's time to drink, the water is still hot, and a white lacquered enamel is also taken out.

Su Can shook his head and said, "Third Uncle, I'm not thirsty now, you can sit down first." I sat here and watched if they dared to come. ”

"It's okay, thank you." Su Fang thought for a while, took out a watermelon knife, picked out a cuipi watermelon, cut it, placed the bright red watermelon on a board, and said to Su Can: "Come, eat a few pieces to relieve the heat." ”

The weather was hot, and the eyes couldn't be opened, and the sweat was like rain, and Su Fang's clothes were already wet under the sweat, and he touched the military pot and poured some strong tea into the enamel cup, picked up the enamel cup and drank it, got up and sat down in the mottled place on the side of the street to rest.

Du Yi walked back to his stall, and six or seven melon sellers surrounded him and said gossipily.

"How? Have you found out the way? ”

"What's the way it came from? What does that Daben have to do with that watermelon seller? ”

Du Yi whispered, "Everyone be quiet." Then he glanced back at Su Can and Su Fang in the distance, pressed his hands and said, "Don't let them hear it." The other melon sellers fell silent.

A tall and thin man with a bamboo pole, opened his mouth to reveal two big yellow teeth, two small eyes were quite obscene, and he was wearing a bamboo hat on his head, first tiptoe to look at Su Can and them from a distance, and then whispered to Du Yi, "Old Du, we have been in a relationship for many years, you have to give me an explanation, what is the origin of the big and the small?" ”

Du Yi touched his belly, first sighed, and then said, "Actually, I've been talking about it for so long." I don't understand the origin of those two guys, but one thing is that the big one and the other are not like different peasant backgrounds, and there is a kind of reading temperament in it, hey! Don't believe it, why has my old Du Yingsheng not had an accident for so many years? It's not those eyes that are vicious, believe me, manage your affairs with peace of mind, don't cause trouble. ”

Several melon sellers sneered and walked away.

The big yellow tooth before sneered disdainfully, and said, "When people are big, they are bold." Then he turned and left.

Du Yi sighed and said to himself: "Old generation, why don't you believe me? Forget it, I don't get involved, I sell my melons honestly," he pinched the back of his ear, and sat down at his fruit stall with a shy stomach.

Lao Dai came to the teahouse on the corner of North Street, where sewage flowed on the ground and white dogs were lying in the corner sticking out their tongues.

A chengguan car stopped next to it, and behind the car were a few newly seized stall goods, as well as two or three chickens tied up and thrown on it, the ground was water-stained and pitted, green-headed flies were constantly flying, and green vegetable water was thrown out by a stout woman.

The old generation tiptoed carefully around the pothole ditch to avoid the sewage, but accidentally stepped on the dog's tail, causing the dog to scream and jump out, startling him too.

"Old generation, just a local dog scared you like this, you are too timid."

In the corner of the edge of the teahouse, there were three gray-uniformed chengguans, and one of them was a young descendant who sneered and said, "It can't be that you haven't paid the confinement money, right?" Ha ha. ”

The old generation saw these law enforcement officers in gray uniforms, and smiled: "How can it, didn't I just hand it over this month, by the way, the third son, I want you to do me a favor." ”

Then he took out a fifty ticket from his pocket and handed it over vaguely.

The chengguan named Sanzi didn't even raise his eyes, and the other two chengguan, one lowered his head to drink tea, staring at a few tea leaves in the teacup, as if he wanted to see something.

The other chengguan, who was a little older, looked at his nose and nose and his heart, acting as a fugue.

The third son sneered and said, "It's not enough for even the three brothers to go on a trip with this little money, so you can pick the door on behalf of the boss." Go, there's no money, while staying there, we still have to drink tea. ”

The old generation's face was flushed, his big yellow teeth were exposed, and he didn't know where to put his two hands, so he said: "Then I'll add twenty more lines, and I will pay for the tea for you." ”

As soon as he heard that the oil and water were squeezed out of the old generation again, the older chengguan came out and sang with a red face, saying: "Isn't it impossible, okay, which one to sue me?" We'll go later. ”

Of course, temporary workers, now is not the era of the future generations when an accident will take the temporary workers to carry the black pot, and the current temporary workers also have wages, of course, a large number of them rely on squeezing the oil and water of the people.

The third son saw that he couldn't squeeze much more to scare him, so he stopped, showed a hypocritical smile, and said: "You see that it's over if you say no, come, little brother, I'll accompany the acting boss, I salute you for this glass of wine." ”

But depending on what he meant, it's not that he did it first as a respect, but to let the old generation drink it, which is a bit aggressive.

Lao Dai looked at the glass of bulk liquor raised by the third son, purred in his throat, and smiled bitterly: "This is too much, right?" He also knows that there are often some loose liquor in the countryside, although there is no brand, it is indeed very strong.

"I don't know how to lift." Miko squinted his eyes slightly and sneered.

"No, no, no, I'll drink, I'll drink." The old man hurriedly picked it up, slurped and drank it dry, but fortunately, his amount of alcohol was okay, and he burped.

Sanzi took a sip, picked up the coat of clothes on the table, and said, "Let's go, acting boss, lead the way ahead." ”

The old generation hurriedly grovelled forward and led the three of them away, and his heart was dripping blood, seventy yuan! A cart of 300 pounds of watermelon is only 450 yuan, who doesn't feel distressed about giving away more than 70 yuan for no reason?

The older chengguan glanced at the third son lightly, and there was a little doubt in his eyes. It stands to reason that a chengguan accepts money for tea, and his attitude should not be like this.

"I just can't get used to these black-hearted bosses, my mother was crippled by them back then."

The third son whispered the reason, and said: "You should let these black-hearted bosses have more blood, and they should be distressed to death!" ”