"Big nephew, look at what you said."

Jiang Fangzheng acted as if nothing had happened, and laughed lightly: "If I don't sell it, can I still keep it and eat it?" ”

"Big nephew, I sell the osmanthus tree in my house, you can take someone to dig it whenever you want."

"Earlier, I would have planted vegetables earlier. I'll plant tea later. As he spoke, Jiang Fangzheng asked Gu Daoyuan again, trying to ease the grudge in Gu Jihai's heart: "Old Gu, you said yes." ”

"Yes, oh."

Gu Daoyuan, who didn't know the truth and wanted to help his old acquaintance, naturally agreed: "A little bit of karma is a little bit of a small dish." It's the same this year. I don't have anything to eat. ”

"Yes, yes, Lao Gu said this well. I don't have to eat. Side dishes have land. ”

Although Jiang Fangzheng's mouth was catering to Gu Daoyuan, his eyes never left Gu Jihai's face.

Gu Jihai also had a headache when he saw his father and Jiang Fangzheng singing and harmonizing.

What about this living treasure of my own. It's good for everything, but I like to help my friends too much. If someone says a few kind words to him, he will be able to help with all his might. I don't want to think about what is in it until it's over.

Or maybe I thought about it, but I just gave birth to a disposition that likes to be capable and ruthless.

"You want three thousand. The buyer is a miser, and he can't afford to pay for it. Gu Jihai teased: "Either which one has more money and you sell it to." ”

"Three thousand, I don't get those two thousand." Jiang Fangzheng had already realized that three thousand was too ridiculous, but he still waved his hand generously: "If you ** cub, which one is it sold to?" My nephew doesn't give me anything else. Money is a little bit of a cub. ”

"Huh."

I didn't expect Jiang Fangzheng to be so shameless, so Gu Jihai could only 'hehe' about it.

"Forget it. I'm afraid that your wife will think that I make black money to support the elderly and bury my father. ”

"My dad is still tough. I'm okay, I'm not disabled, I don't have to care for the elderly. ”

"Ugh"

Gu Jihai brought up the old matter again, and finally aroused Jiang Fangzheng's feeling of shame, and said with an embarrassed face: "Women's Taoist people, with long hair and short knowledge, know something." Nephew, you don't have the same knowledge as her. ”

"I'm not afraid that women don't have knowledge, I'm afraid that all this is your knowledge."

"Nephew, if you can't say anything, how can I, Jiang Fangzheng, be that bad?"

How can it be so bad? I'm afraid you're worse than that.

You're stupid, but stupidity doesn't mean you're not dirty. Got it?

Gu Jihai sneered and fell in his heart, but his face was hindered by the fact that his father was next to him, and he wanted to give three points of thin noodles, so he was not angry: "Forget it, I won't say much." Get straight to the point, open the skylight and say something bright. ”

"I think you've heard that I have helped the buyer buy the number of osmanthus trees that the buyer needs in Weijia Village, and the buyer has signed a contract with the other party, and the down payment has been paid. So no matter how good your tree is, people won't want it anymore. ”

"After all, no one's money is floating, people have already planned, every matter has a fixed demand and corresponding investment, once the required things are in hand, the prepared funds are used, even if there are good substitutes, people will not take a look."

"Do you understand? Even if your osmanthus tree can bloom peach blossoms, if you miss the last opportunity, others will not ask for it again. ”

"A thousand, a thousand!"

As soon as he heard that he couldn't sell it anymore, Jiang Fangzheng panicked: "One thousand, I don't want you to buy them all." You can have whatever you want. ”

"Well, how come you can't understand people?"

Gu Jihai was really impatient: "It's said that people don't want it." You don't want to be a hundred. ”

"Ahh

Jiang Fangzheng's face was colorless for an instant, pale as the corpse that had been soaked in formalin, and he snorted: "Big nephew, we are a family, you have to help me." ”

The ghost is with your family. Do you want to face?

Jiangjia Village and Gujia Village are just adjacent to each other, and they have nothing to do with each other. As for what cousins and cousins my father mentioned, it was just that the ancestors of the two villages migrated from other provinces at the same time, and it was rumored that the two surnames were cousins at first.

It's all rumors, and there is no basis for the genealogy. The devil knows the truth and the false. My dad just politely followed the rumors, and you borrowed a pole to climb up seriously.

"Hehe, Gu Shao. What are you doing with this kind of person? Otherwise, I'll take him and throw him out. ”

Wei Yongsheng, who was holding two ** bags of watermelons in his left and right hands, was stunned, looked at it for a long time, and finally came up with some doorways, with his strong temperament and temper as the village chief of the Mountain King, where could he stand a birdman like Jiang Yongsheng, he put down two sacks of watermelons at the moment, and came to Gu Jihai's side to propose.

Wei Yongsheng was tall and tall, burly and abnormal, and stood sideways beside Gu Jihai, just opposite Wei Yongsheng's side face. In this way, there is also a contrast.

Although Wei Yongsheng was standing at the bottom of the steps, it was vaguely thirteen centimeters thick, and Jiang Fangzheng was a little higher than the red brick masonry and cement plastered corridor. In addition, it was easy to carry hundreds of pounds of watermelon just now, and the muscles that were flying like flying were lying on the shoulders, abdomen and other exposed or faintly visible places, which looked quite scary. And to open your mouth is to carry people out and throw them out. All of a sudden, Jiang Fangzheng was stupefied.

Originally, Gu Jihai didn't plan to ask Wei Yongsheng to come like this, but this product took advantage of Gu Jihai's lack of specific watermelon demand, and the two returned to bring four full ** bags, which were full of six or seven hundred catties of watermelons.

Then, the two drivers and coolies who bullied Lei Quanfeng and Wu Mengsheng who drove Gu Jihai home couldn't carry it.

At that time, Lei Quanfeng expressed his anger, and he was angry that he wanted to challenge, but the gorgeous challenge failed - he could only carry a bag.

Wu Mengsheng shouted that he would do whatever it took for Gu Jihai to go to the soup, but his kung fu was not as beautiful as his lip service, and he could only move one bag as a result.

There were two bags left, Wei Yongsheng smiled proudly, and got into the car with them.

"Jihai!"

Gu Jihai was really a little moved by Wei Yongsheng's proposal, but before he could implement it, he heard his father calling him, and when he looked at it, he saw Gu Daoyuan shaking his head at him.

Uh, that's it again.

All right.

Gu Jihai pursed his lips, and was scolded by Wei Yongsheng and Lei Quanfeng and Wu Mengsheng behind him: "Get me all the watermelons in." Put me in that room. ”

"Okay."

Wei Yongsheng responded, took a step back, lifted the two sacks, and was about to go in the direction that Gu Jihai pointed out.

When passing by Gu Daoyuan, Wei Yongsheng smiled friendlyly, wanted to say hello and introduce himself, his mouth had already moved slightly, but when he thought of it, the father and son seemed to be a little wrong, each with their own positions, hesitated, swallowed all the words back into his stomach, and still didn't speak. lowered his head and passed by Gu Daoyuan.

Gu Jihai also stepped up the steps, and passed Jiang Fangzheng with an indifferent expression, without looking at it again.

Immediately afterwards, Lei Quanfeng and Wu Mengsheng, two weak scholars, also carried a sack on their shoulders and followed with difficulty.

What a dream of making a fortune flowed away from front of me like this!

Like a five-million-dollar lottery ticket torn to shreds, who can not put it together in a dying struggle?

Jiang Fangzheng is the same, his heart is cold and cold, but his unwillingness makes him feel a little hopeful about grasping the last life-saving straw, and he shouted at Gu Jihai's back with a panicked face: "How much is one, you can make a price." You can say as much as you want. ”

"Don't think about it, let's go!"

If Gu Jihai was a good old man who repaid his grievances with virtue, he would turn around gently and say to Jiang Fangzheng kindly, people are not sages and sages, can they be innocent? Rest assured. Forgive you. Go home and wait with peace of mind, tomorrow I will take someone to your home, and the unit price will be according to the two thousand you said before; If Gu Jihai was a money-first person, he would turn around hypocritically, and be a fan of money to Jiang Fangzheng, really? How much are you acceptable? Then I'm going to buy you all for a thousand dollars!

Unfortunately, he is neither.

He has never acted with a conscience and not a good conscience, so he dropped a sentence very 'politely' and didn't look back: "I won't want your tree even if you don't want money, keep it for you to make a coffin!" ”

"Although, no matter how many osmanthus trees I have, I can sell them at a high price!"

After a long day of scorching sunshine, the blood-colored remnant sun obliquely reduced the twilight before the night came.

Lu Chenggui drove a minibus, increased his horsepower, and drove on the country road with potholes.

He is the driver of this bus, but also the owner of this bus, from the hands of Hexi Bus Company to contract this route to the city, in addition to every day to get out of the car, his small life is still very nourishing.

However, he was in a very depressed mood today.

It's just a few people, and it's not enough for gas.

Lu Chenggui, who had no intention of steering the wheel, couldn't help but glance at the few people in the carriage again, and his mood was very unhappy.

The weather is so hot, and there are so few people carrying, where are all the people who are riding in the car today? If you don't take the car, where will Lao Tzu get the money?

Wearing the kind of dark blue vest that was popular among middle-aged uncles and old men in the countryside for more than nine years and more than a few years, although he was almost bare-chested and exposed, and there was a tattered electric fan on his head that was shaking, Lu Chenggui still felt that it was too hot.

The setting sun shot in from his right hand side, hitting his face with clogged pores and a dark red goosebump, stinging and stinging, irritating that he wanted to curse.

Although the completion is also like this, but when there are many people in the car, there is also a lot of income, and money can make him ignore these, but today, the few people who are scattered, and the exuberance of the heart makes him feel even more stuffy.

The right hand is on the steering wheel, and the left hand is hanging from the window.

'Smack' close, hot!

'Bang' open, still hot!

The Maragobi is hot even when the wind blows. Don't you want to let people live!

All this until a large group of people standing at the three-way intersection in front of them entered Lu Chenggui's field of vision