"Uncle Gu, is there something wrong?" Li Jinfeng did not listen to Gu Daqiang's words and immediately entered the thrift market.

"Girl, did you put those two steamed buns?" Gu Daqiang's tone was a little soft.

Li Jinfeng was stunned for a moment and nodded, "It's me!" ”

"Let's go in, Uncle has something to say to you." Gu Daqiang said.

Li Jinfeng followed Gu Daqiang into the thrift market, and Gu Daqiang pretended to take Li Jinfeng to see things.

He said to her: "Girl, thank you!" ”

The moment Gu Daqiang saw the steamed buns, he almost thought that it was given to him by the gods.

It had been a long time since he had seen such a good grain.

He took the two steamed buns back, and a large family drank a bowl of hot steamed bun soup by themselves, although the portion was not much, but it also made them addicted to it after not eating fine grains for a long time.

After that, he was wondering who gave him the steamed bun.

At first, she thought it was Zhao Shun, but later felt that if it was Zhao Shun, he could give it to him blatantly.

The only possibility is the little girl who came with Zhao Shun.

Since then, Gu Daqiang has had an idea.

"Uncle Gu doesn't have to be so polite, if you want to say thank you, I also have to thank you for giving me a table of eight immortals." Li Jinfeng said politely.

"Girl, since you call me uncle, I won't tell you about those twists and turns, do you still have food in your hands? I'll trade things with you! ”

Gu Daqiang asked straight to the point.

Gu Daqiang is a door-opener, and his monthly salary is limited.

His wife doesn't have a job, so she helps people make clothes at home on weekdays, and occasionally sweeps the streets, all of which are some odd jobs.

It's hard to support yourself, not to mention that you have several children at home.

The child has grandchildren, and these days are getting more and more sad day by day.

Although he took a lot of things from the thrift market, he didn't dare to take them out.

First, I am afraid of getting into trouble, and second, these things are not my own.

"Uncle Gu, I don't have any food in my hands!" Li Jinfeng shook his head.

The people in front of her were different from the people she had met before who wanted to make a deal.

Whether it is money or old things in those people's hands, they are all their own.

But Gu Daqiang's things, at best, are in the thrift market, but at a deeper level, he didn't pay a dime for taking those things.

Li Jinfeng didn't want to make a deal with him.

"Uncle Gu, that steamed bun was bought for me at the state-run hotel in the county seat when my partner left. I'm just a country girl, and I don't have any skills, so I want to find something that I can barely use in the thrift market, reduce the family's expenses, and when I get married, my life will not be too sad. ”

Li Jinfeng's words revealed that he had no food.

It means to let Gu Daqiang not put hope in himself.

Gu Daqiang's hope for a hard rise was extinguished all of a sudden.

Standing still, his body trembling.

"Uncle Gu, if there's nothing wrong, I'll leave first!" Li Jinfeng said this, turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Gu Daqiang spoke again, "Girl, did I buy it with money?" I know that you have recently distributed food in the countryside, and you don't need to give me much, just a little. ”

Gu Daqiang thought, countrymen, at this time, the ability to make food is always greater than himself.

He really couldn't find anyone else.

Li Jinfeng hesitated, and she glanced at Gu Daqiang again.

This person's face is a little puffy, and he hasn't had a good life at first glance.

It stands to reason that he took a lot of things from the thrift market, and if he went to the night market casually to exchange something, his life would not be so sad.

Could it be, what else is the reason for this?