Jiang Yuan changed places to set up a stall the next day, and this time it was still selling mother's shoes.

It's just that they met someone they didn't expect.

Zhang Ling was wearing a half-worn cotton jacket, with a big belly, and a bag of vegetables in her hand, squatting in front of the stall with difficulty to pick up shoes.

Because of her pregnancy, she looked fat twice, Jiang Yuan didn't recognize her, and she only remembered after Jiang Sheng's reminder.

And Zhang Ling obviously recognized them, picked out her shoes, she looked at Jiang Yuan, "Everyone is an acquaintance, and I am a pregnant woman, if you have less, I will take 20 yuan." ”

Jiang Yuan shook his head, "The lowest price, the purchase price of these shoes is 26, and the sale of 27 has to be in addition to the freight brought back from Kyoto, I will earn two cents for a pair, you have worked in the supply and marketing cooperative, you should know the market." ”

"A pair of shoes only earns two cents, whoever believes it, it's 20, 20 and I'll buy it!" Zhang Ling carried the shoes with a disgusted face, "Besides, your shoes are not very good, I guess they are defective products that I don't know where they came from." ”

When the others saw her bargaining, they also coaxed, "Oh, so many of us buy it together, it's only 20 bai, and I'll bring someone to you when I go home, I have a lot of relatives!" ”

"Yes, you can make a little less, small profits but quick turnover!"

Jiang Sheng's expression was not worried, and he opened his mouth to want to go back, but was held down by Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan smiled and took back the shoes from Zhang Ling's hand, stretched out his finger and pointed to the position of the button, "I'm sorry, I just recognized that this pair of shoes was asked by an aunt in the village to keep them for her, I guess I accidentally mixed them in, these shoes are 28 yuan, and the price is different from other shoes." ”

Others looked over and saw that the button was a small red flower, which was indeed different from the pure black button of other shoes.

"Oops! I just found out that the button was a little red flower! ”

"Little girl, is there any such little red flower? I want this kind of little red flower! ”

"Yes, yes, yes! I want this kind of little red flower too! ”

Jiang Yuan took the shoes and looked embarrassed, "This purchase price is more expensive, and we didn't take much..."

"If it's expensive, it's expensive, just like this, little girl, you take it out and we'll pick it!" A round-faced aunt raised her voice and said, there is no reason why the people in the village are reluctant to give up that piece, and they are reluctant in the city.

Now the state allows self-employed people, and those who can come over to see the shoes are not bad for money, and they all insist on the kind of shoes with a small red flower in Jiang Yuan's hand.

Jiang Yuan gave Jiang Sheng a look, and Jiang Sheng understood in seconds, "Since the aunts like to have little red flowers, I will ask my sister to bring them over for everyone to choose." ”

"Good, good! Go, go, go! I want two pairs, one 37 and one 38, one for me and one for my daughter. The round-faced aunt raised the bag in her hand.

Jiang Yuan answered, turned to leave, and came over with a super big burden after a while.

The aunts rushed up, each looking for the size they wanted.

Zhang Ling's face was red and white for a while, she wanted to pull her legs and leave, but she really wanted a pair, she had to go out to buy vegetables and cook every day, it was too cold to wear single shoes, she already had chilblains on her feet, and it was itchy and painful at night, and she couldn't sleep well at all.

But just a pair of shoes with such velvet costs 27, so expensive, why don't they grab it?

She stood aside and waited for the aunts to finish buying and leaving, and then walked slowly over with her waist on her back.

"I've been waiting for so long, just give me a pair for 20 yuan, I don't want the little red flower, just the black button."

Jiang Yuan: ???

This person is not dead yet, is he?

Jiang Yuanpi didn't smile, "I'm really embarrassed, I can't sell it." ”

Zhang Ling's eyes darkened, and she lowered her voice, "If you hadn't refused to sponsor my cousin, he wouldn't have stolen money and run away, so that I have to serve the family now with a child." ”

"So, I don't want you to send it, I'm willing to give you 20 yuan, it's already very generous and don't care about you."

Jiang Yuan: Ha ???

Jiang Sheng: This woman is still in her right mind, right?

The sisters glanced at each other, quickly wrapped the rest of their shoes into the plastic sheeting, and tied a dead knot.

"What, I'll give you a little advice, don't even think about buying shoes for your 20 yuan, you better go to the hospital to see your brain." Jiang Yuan pointed to his head, and Jiang Sheng picked up his burden and ran away.

I can't put this stall here, so let's change places.

Zhang Ling was so angry that she wanted to scold their backs, but she had to leave scolding because she was on the street.

As soon as I opened the door when I got home, my husband Yang Yong was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a black face, and a son and a daughter born to him and his ex-wife were reading villain books on the coffee table with their legs crossed, and no one was willing to help her pick up the vegetable basket in her hand.

Seeing her come back, Yang Jiao, who was just twenty this year, lifted her eyelids, "Why did you only come back now?" We're all waiting for dinner. ”

Zhang Ling's mouth was choked, she was only 23 years old, she was still pregnant, why should she do anything, this family only knew how to be the shopkeeper, waiting for food with her mouth open.

Thinking of this, she became more and more angry, and complained in a low voice: "If you are hungry, you can cook your own first." ”

Yang Tao is 14 this year, taller than Yang Yong, as strong as a calf, hearing her say this, he immediately quit, "My dad married you back to cook, if you don't do it, what will my dad do when he marries you?" ”

Zhang Ling's eyes were red with grievance, she turned her head to look at Yang Yong, and found that this man in his early 40s didn't say a word even if he didn't hear it, and couldn't help but throw the vegetable basket on the coffee table in front of him, "You speak, am I you who married back to serve your whole family?" ”

Vegetables were sprinkled everywhere, Yang Yong wrinkled his eyebrows impatiently, after divorcing Song Xue, he didn't want to look for it again, it was a friend who persuaded him several times, saying that he had to find someone to take care of the two children at home, so he accepted the introduction of his friend and was with Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling has no job, she can't do housework well, her clothes can't be washed, she spends money lavishly, and the money he gives every month to buy vegetables is not enough, which makes Yang Yong hold back his anger for a long time.

"I followed you at a young age with such a middle-aged old man, you don't know how to cherish it, and you are bullying me with two children, they are both in their teens and twenties, they don't wash clothes or cook or cook, they tell me to do everything, why? I'm not here to be a babysitter at your house! Zhang Ling pointed to this family of three and complained, she felt that she was the most wronged person in the world.

Originally, I was very annoyed when I was tired in the factory all morning, and when I went home, she still had a cold pot and a cold stove, she dared to lose her temper and drop the vegetable basket, Yang Yong couldn't bear it, stood up and slapped her in the face, and slapped her on the ground.

Seeing Zhang Ling being beaten, Yang Jiao raised the villain book to cover the lower half of her face, preventing the corners of her lips from being exposed.

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