Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Maybe it's because of the heavy rain. Even if it's the market today, there aren't many people in the postal hall.

For safety and quick results, as usual, I still buy it by registered mail.

Zhang Xuan held a ballpoint pen in his hand and meticulously filled in the receiving address of "People's Literature Publishing House", stroke by stroke, for fear of making a mistake.

After filling in the sending and receiving addresses and zip codes of the envelope, he had great expectations for the "wind".

I dare not make any excuses at this moment.

I carefully and carefully checked the "wind" manuscript again. After seeing that there were no errors, I carefully put the manuscript into an envelope and finally sealed it with glue.

After posting the letter, Zhang Xuan walked out of the postal hall feeling inexplicably relaxed, as if the troubles caused by his fame were relieved at this moment.

Looking at the airtight rain curtain, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could just let it go, since the "Wind" manuscript had been sent out anyway.

As for whether it can be adopted by people's literature and whether it can be taken seriously?

Can it be accepted by readers?

Can it be well-received and popular?

Then it depends on fate!

After all, this book was published more than ten years ago. In a different social environment, can it still be as popular as it was in the previous life?

To be honest, Zhang Xuan didn't know what he was doing!

…

Following Comrade Ruan Xiuqin's instructions, Zhang Xuan ran to the fertilizer store next door and bought some nitrogen fertilizer, phosphate fertilizer and potassium fertilizer.

These are used to fertilize the peppers in the field.

The three types of fertilizers added up to a total of half a bag.

After tying the mouth of the fertilizer bag tightly with a rope, Zhang Xuan raised his head and asked Dudong: "Uncle, how much does this add up to?"

Seeing that he was about to pay, Du Dudong quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't take money for this little thing. It's only a few dollars. Don't look down on you, Uncle Du."

Zhang Xuan didn't respond and said with a smile: "Oh, that's not possible. My brothers are still settling the accounts. You specialize in this business to make money. Are we going to get it for free every time in the future? That's outrageous. ah.

No matter how familiar we are, we still have the same code, so just keep the money. "

Hearing this, Dudong just laughed and refused to accept the money.

Come on, this is a hypocritical man!

I thought I shouldn’t come here to buy fertilizer.

But instead of buying fertilizer here, wouldn't the impact be even worse if word of it reached the Du family's ears after buying fertilizer elsewhere?

You must know that the town is so big. As long as you do certain things, there will always be a talkative woman who will "pass the message" for you. There is no such thing as luck.

The two grown men pushed and pushed each other endlessly...

There is no one left!

Zhang Xuan finally had no choice but to take out a 10-yuan bill and put it on the counter quickly.

He picked up the fertilizer and quickly got on the motorcycle, urging Ouyang Yong to leave quickly.

…

The entrance to the farmers market.

Zhang Xuan thought he had seen a ghost, but he actually saw Yang Yongjian and Sun Jun setting up a street stall.

Oops! Not quite right either.

To say they were setting up a street stall, it would be better to say that the two of them were sitting like old monks, idly, glancing at the passers-by.

At this moment, if they put a woolen hat, a broken bowl, and a bamboo stick in front of the two of them, it would probably be very effective.

After getting off the car, Zhang Xuan took an umbrella and walked over quickly and asked: "Yongjian, why don't you rest at home on a day like this?"

Seeing that it was him, Yang Yongjian tried his best to smile and replied:

"My father and sister are not at home, and I am alone in the house. It feels so deserted, so I might as well set up a stall. But I can't go to the county town, so I came here."

Zhang Xuan pointed at Sun Jun and joked: "Isn't there still him? I want him to accompany me."

Sun Jun immediately smiled and said: "I would like to, but Yongjian won't let me."

Zhang Xuan laughed when he heard this: "Then just wait for a while longer. If you persist for five or eight years, she won't be able to escape anyway."

Then he looked around and asked: "I see that there are not many people asking for prices here. How is the business? How much did you sell today?"

Yang Yongjian replied: "I sold 3 pieces today. Although the business is not good, it is better than nothing."

If you buy 3 pieces, you will earn more than ten yuan. Compared to Yang Yongjian, it was already a very good income, so no wonder he didn't want to let it go.

The few of them chatted for a while, and Zhang Xuan finally asked about the inventory: "How many of your 3,000 pieces of clothing are left?"

When it comes to inventory, Yang Yongjian and Sun Jun looked at each other and said happily: "It's much easier to sell in the county than in the town. There are only more than 2,100 pieces of clothes left."

Looking at the smile that had returned to his old classmate's face, the old man felt relieved from the bottom of his heart.

After staying next to the stall for a long time, Zhang Xuan discovered that Yang Yongjian and Sun Jun were very talkative.

From inquiry to bargaining to buyers' faults, the initiative in the entire business transaction is in the hands of those aunts and sisters.

The reason why a few pieces were sold in the middle was entirely because the price was too cheap.

But just because the price is cheap and the two of them are not polite, some people actually questioned:

"Are these your clothes for dead people? How can the same style be so much cheaper than others?

I heard from the clothes sellers at the farmer’s market that all their cheap clothes came from the crematorium. Is this true or false? "

Faced with such a heart-wrenching question and the dirty talk from his peers, Yang Yongjian, who came from the mountains and had no experience in society, would only say anxiously:

"No, no, don't listen to their nonsense. These clothes are all from Guangdong Province..."

Unable to listen any longer, Zhang Xuan did not expect that Yang Yongjian, who had made a prosperous foreign trade business in later generations, would be so reserved and young at the moment.

But he could understand it later. Looking at it, among the uncles and aunties going to the market, which one is not an old man?

These old people like to take advantage, but they have never seen much of the world. They are sarcastic and mean, but they still have a herd mentality. How can they withstand the deliberate instigation of others?

After observing for a while, Zhang Xuan turned to Ouyang Yong and said, "Let's go shopping with me."

Ouyang Yong smiled enthusiastically and said in a dog-legged manner:

"Brother-in-law, what do you want to buy? Just tell your brother-in-law. Don't wander around on a rainy day. It's the same thing if I buy it for you."

"..."

Hearing the words "brother-in-law" on the left and "brother-in-law" on the right, he suddenly thought of the silly elder sister who had a huge belly before she got married. Zhang Xuan took a breath and almost couldn't help but kick him to death!

Taking a look at his dirty sandals and then at Ouyang Yong's wellies, the old man didn't show any pretense and told him:

"Okay, then go and buy me a small speaker and some batteries."

Ouyang Yong pointed to the rat poison stall not far away and asked, "Are you talking about the kind of speaker that sells rat poison over there?"

Zhang Xuan looked at his finger and nodded: "Yes, do you know where I can buy it?"

"This kind of thing is very common. It is sold in many places. Just wait here and I will come as soon as I can." After Ouyang Yong finished speaking, he turned around and got into the rain without waiting for his reply.

Ten minutes later, Ouyang Yong came back with the speaker and battery.

Zhang Xuan took the speaker and looked at it, then found a deserted corner and started recording:

Dongguan, Guangdong Province, Dongguan, Guangdong Province, the largest clothing factory, Jiangnan Garment Factory closed down!

The bastard boss Huang He owed 350 million yuan through eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, so he ran away with his sister-in-law.

We have no choice but to use clothes as wages. The original price is more than 100, more than 200, more than 300 clothes, all of them are less than 20 yuan, all of them are less than 20 yuan!

Yellow Crane bastard, you are not human! We have worked hard for you for more than half a year, and you don’t pay us wages. Why don’t you pay me back the hard-earned money! Return my hard-earned money! …

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