The house is also a kang, and the furnishings are also simple, just a few wooden furniture. What attracts the fat man’s attention is a semiconductor on the table, and two photo frames on the wall, inlaid with black and white photos of large and small.

Sitting down on the bench, there was a small tea table in front of it. The big girl brewed a pot of tea, stuffed it for a few minutes, and then poured three cups.

"Haha, I can drink tea here." Wang Sanpao picked up the teacup, regardless of the heat, Gudu just gulped. He was straightforward and not restrained at all. On the way he came, the fat man heard him say that this man was his uncle and brother.

The fat man picked up the teacup, sniffed it slightly under his nose, filling his stomach with a fragrance, and then took a sip. The fragrance was strong but not vulgar, and he couldn't help but praise it.

In this era, there are no fakes, they are real things, and they are real.

The man didn't talk much, mainly asking about life in the mountains, especially the production team's implementation of the household contract responsibility system.

Wang Sanpao didn't hide it at all: "Brother, I'm very motivated now. The land is his own land. How much food is his own, who doesn't work hard?"

The fat man kept looking at the photo frame. There was a picture in his military uniform, full of heroism. The words "Memorial of the Triumph of Resistance and Aid Korea" were written below. Seeing that it looked like a photo of a man when he was young, he couldn't help but feel awe: it turned out to be a fighting hero in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.

When he was a child, he was always influenced by his father. The fat man admired the most were the volunteers who defeated the American devils. Whether it was the War of Resistance Against Japan or the War of Liberation, there was no motivation to resist the United States and aid Korea.

Another girl is a girl. She has five or six pictures since she was a child. The fat man was so impressed that he heard the man roaring loudly, "The imperial grain is so good, hum."

Immediately afterwards, the big girl's voice came: "Of course the imperial grain is good."

The fat man wondered: Why did he touch me? Is it okay? So he quickly stood up and said modestly: "Hehe, actually I really have nothing to do with it."

After saying that, he saw that everyone else in the room stared at him with big eyes and then laughed together. The fat man couldn't help but wonder, so he had to smile embarrassedly.

"I forgot that Xiao Huang's name is Huang Liang. I mean this girl, and I had to ask me to find a unit for her to eat imperial grain and eat an iron rice bowl. I misunderstand and misunderstand." The man smiled and explained to the fat man.

The fat man finally understood, and couldn't help but touch the back of his head, and smiled silly: "It's okay, I'm interrupting."

After being disturbed by the fat man, the atmosphere gradually became relaxed. Although the fat man couldn't speak, he didn't bother him and drank it happily.

After drinking it all over sweat, the fat man decided to buy a few taels of tea after selling ginseng.

It was dark soon, and the big girl turned on the electric light and the room was lit. The fat man didn't think anything, but Wang Sanpao kept whispering: "When can we install electric lights in the village?"

After chatting for more than an hour, before leaving, the middle-aged woman went to the inner room to take out a few tickets and handed them to the fat man: "Xiao Huang, this is pig money, don't think it's too little."

The fat man had a good impression of this family, and the wild boar came in vain, so he kept refusing. Wang Sanpao took it and said, "If you ask you to take it, take it. My brother can't bear the reputation of receiving gifts casually. Even if I give him some mountain goods, I will still give it money - forget it, I'll pretend for you first."

After saying that, he stuffed the money into his pocket, and the fat man couldn't go up and beg for Bai Lie to pay.

When he walked out the door, the fat man didn't remember that Wang Sanpao often went to the city to sell mountain goods, so he was quite familiar with the family and led the way in front.

"Uncle Sanpao, is your old brother an official?" The fat man asked because of the question of receiving gifts.

"Well, my old brother is amazing. I participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea back then, and I was a blocker. My marksmanship is even more accurate than me. I beat wild animals. He killed all American soldiers. He was locked in a cowshed at the time. He was rehabilitated the year before. Now he is the secretary of our county."

"Secretary? Secretary of that department?"

"Of course it's the county party secretary."

The fat man felt that his brain was a little short-circuited, and he couldn't believe it anyway. The ordinary and shabby place just now was the county party secretary's house, and he refused to arrange a job for his daughter.

Different means different. Fatty once again sighed that such cadres are the real public servants of the people.

When I returned to the big car shop, I lived in a row of large slab shops, left and right of men, separated by cloth curtains in the middle. Most of the residents had already lie down, but they were not sleeping, and they were lying on the pillow to chat.

Only the little guy Qiqi fell asleep, his little face was flushed and he was striking. The fat man put her arms and legs back in place, and then he found that the little guy was still holding something in his hand.

When I opened it, I saw two shiny horseshoe nails. The fat man shook his head and stuffed her under the pillow.

Before taking off his clothes, the fat man went to bed and pressed the wooden box under the pillow. In the scent of smoke mixed with the smell of his feet, the fat man quickly hugged and fell asleep.

After breakfast, the group, led by the owner of the car, rushed to the local purchasing department. Because it was the busy farming season, there were very few people in the purchasing department. An old clerk squatted on the ground to pick up pig bristles, and a young girl was shaking a bill at the counter. Another male clerk was greeting a customer who was selling skin.

The acquisition department has a lot of space, but there is not much goods. I guess I will be able to get it to the warehouse while collecting it.

"What's the smell?" Xiao Qiqi muttered with her little nose. The local product purchasing department was filled with a smell of sulfur and saltpeter, all for processing skin.

The old clerk raised his head when he heard the sound, immediately straightened his waist and smiled heartily: "Wang Sanpao, Boss Li, rare." While saying that, he looked at them and saw that Wang Sanpao was only carrying a pigskin, and his eyes were filled with disappointment.

The casual customer also came over and chatted with Wang Sanpao for a few words. They were all hunting matters, and it seemed that he was also a frequent siege.

The old clerk spread the wild boar skin and finally showed a smile on his face: "It's Zhang Dabizi, no injuries at all. Brother Sanpao, your marksmanship has improved."

"Yes-" Wang Sanpao was about to show off his achievements, but when he saw the fat man wave his hand, he swallowed his words back and said, "Old Wang, take a look at him carefully. Don't deliberately wait. This skin must be a top-notch product."

The old clerk squinted his eyes, turned around on several people, then smiled and tidied his beard with his hands: "What else is good? Don't ambush with me."

"You old fox, Xiao Huang, take out the stick and see it." Boss Car smiled and scolded.

The fat man held the wooden box in his hand, thought about it, and put out the two old mountain ginseng trees. Then he spread the box, took out the mountain ginseng and placed it carefully on the counter.

The old clerk took out reading glasses from his shirt pocket and lay on the counter to study. The other two clerks came over. The hunter who sold the skin was envious and kept smacking his lips: "These two sticks are enough. We have not made sticks in the mountains over the other side for several years."

The old clerk took off his reading glasses, his cheeks flushed a little, and his eyes were actually angry: "Who dug this hammer, the roots are broken, and there is no longer a hand!"

"Grandpa, don't be angry, I dug it." Qiqi knew how to respect the elderly very much. She raised her little face and talked to the old man pitifully.

Bang, the reading glasses in the old clerk's hand fell to the ground. Fortunately, the wild boar skin was covered in front of it, and it was slammed twice, but the lenses were not broken.

"Old Wang, you're stunned. What price can you sell for?" The owner of the car blinked and picked up his glasses from the pig's skin.

"This is a first-class product with good quality and another is a second-class product, how about it?" The old clerk finally returned to normal.

The fat man didn't know anything at all, so he had to look at the other two companions. Wang Sanpao and Boss Che nodded together, which seemed fair.

The old clerk took out a small yellow plate scale, which was only the size of a palm, and was very delicate, and then weighed two rods.

Then the female clerk with two braids made a calculation and quoted a price: "It's a total of 455 yuan."

"Ah!" Except for Fatty and Qiqi, everyone else exclaimed, and even the female clerk who settled the accounts was no exception. Qiqi mainly had not established values, while Fatty had no specific understanding of the current currency.
Chapter completed!