Chapter 21

When he came back, Zhang Qianxiu went to the traditional Chinese Medicine Museum to drink medicine. The old man saw Zhang Qianxiu, who was full of sweat, and said, "don't do heavy work. Although your injury is not serious, most of it is bruised, but doing heavy work still has an impact."

Zhang Qianxiu didn't care too much: "it's OK, I'm hot."

The old man shook his head slightly: "young man, the body is the capital. If your body breaks down, you can't grasp any more opportunities to make money in the future."

The old man was kind-hearted. After thanking him, Zhang Qianxiu went out of the traditional Chinese medicine center and continued to sell rice at the entrance of the market.

However, Zhang Qianxiu didn't have good luck at noon this time. Although he still had a sweet mouth and many people asked about the price, he didn't sell a kilo all afternoon.

Zhang Qianxiu found that people who come to the stall to buy rice either have a very low price, and the highest one is willing to pay 58 cents, while the lower 50 cents want it. These people are better than each other.

Zhang Qianxiu specially went to see the quality of rice sold at other stalls. The top is good rice, and most people put second rice below.

People who buy it know that, but the next kind of rice costs more than 50 cents in the store.

All in all, people who buy rice outside want not quality but price.

Zhang Qianxiu told them that they were all good rice. Few people believed it. Even if someone believed it, they would not buy it. They thought it was expensive.

Those who set up stalls to sell rice well, on the contrary, have to sell it at a low price. If they don't sell it, they have to sell it to grain and oil stores, and the price is only 43 cents.

Compared with the purchase price of grain and oil stores, the price of 50 to 58 cents on the outside is not so difficult to accept.

It's getting dark. Zhang Qianxiu's rice hasn't been sold.

He went to Shudetang to drink a bowl of fried medicine, pushed his bike and hesitated to go home.

It's inconvenient to push a big bag of rice home, but it will be pushed to the county tomorrow.

In the end, Zhang Qianxiu decided to stay in the county for one night, but the peddlers who helped bring the goods would be delayed for a day.

There are guest houses and hotels in the county. Zhang Qianxiu went to ask about the price, and the last one was five yuan a night. Finally, he decided to make do with it anywhere. Anyway, it's summer.

Now there are not so many street lights on the street, only a few in the center of the main road.

There is no entertainment in the evening, and there are few people on the road.

Zhang Qianxiu found a clean place, locked his bicycle on the side of the road, put the rice against the wall, and leaned on the rice himself, ready to spend the night like this.

There are many mosquitoes on the roadside, and Zhang Qianxiu doesn't care.

Occasionally someone passes by, but he doesn't pay much attention to Zhang Qianxiu. In this era, many rural people come to the county town and are reluctant to stay in a hotel, so they spend a night by the side of the road.

All of a sudden, a cry came.

"Looking back at yesterday in front of the door of a foreign land."

"It's been a pity year after year."

"But sunset and sunrise never change."

"When I look at my father's smile again at this moment."

"I was speechless before I knew it."

………

A now normalized Cantonese song "the earth", this song is majestic, hard to be sung out of the sky dry roar flavor.

Zhang Qianxiu looked up and saw that there were several drunken men and women, hanging shoulder to shoulder, staggering towards this side. You roar and I follow. When you see the signboard on the side of the road and the door of a shop, you kick.

These people probably feel that they are the happiest and most self-sufficient people now.

Zhang Qianxiu didn't want to offend these people. He leaned aside and tried not to hinder them.

However, when a few little gangsters saw Zhang Qianxiu, someone was excited and yelled: "Damn, there are beggars!"

Knowing that they were talking about themselves, Zhang Qianxiu frowned slightly and didn't say a word.

Those people must know that Zhang Qianxiu is not a beggar, but now they want to play a trick on him. One of them ran up with a strange cry and kicked Zhang Qianxiu: "hello... Beggar, get up and call dad. Dad will give you a bun!"

A group of people laughed wildly. One of the women said loudly, "Chen Xiaofeng, where the hell do you have steamed buns?"

Chen Xiaofeng turned back and gave a bad smile: "you have! Give him yours. "

The woman didn't care about this at all. She laughed and scolded: "Chen Xiaofeng, you bitch, give him your wife's food!"

"Aren't you my wife?" Chen Xiaofeng teased the woman, and then kicked Zhang Qianxiu: "hello... Son... I shit, I have a beggar son? Lost... Lost. "

There was another burst of laughter.

When one of the men passed by Zhang Qian to repair his bicycle, he kicked it down with one foot: "Damn, I'm still riding such a broken bicycle. Don't give it to me!"

A woman said with a smile, "maybe it's all the family's property."

Chen Xiaofeng turned his head and yelled, "Zhang Wei, you lost money and kicked my son's bike out of order."

Zhang Wei "ha ha" laugh: "Damn, he is your son, who is his mother?"

Even if Zhang Qianxiu could bear it, he couldn't bear such insults from a group of gangsters to his family.

Zhang Qianxiu stood up fiercely, and his hand had secretly grasped the knife he had picked up during the day.

As long as people fight for their lives once, their courage will naturally be stronger, but they just try their best.

Chen Xiaofeng and others were startled.

A few people who were still frolicking just now all glared at Zhang Qianxiu, as if Zhang Qianxiu had shoveled their ancestral grave.

Chen Xiaofeng pulled his face to Zhang Qianxiu and said angrily, "I'm your mother, you still have... Ah..."

Chen Xiaofeng's words haven't been spoken yet. He has been kicked in the stomach by Zhang Qianxiu. He sits on the ground and shrinks in pain.