Chu Huan has grown to this age, but he still doesn't know that he is still a "stricken disaster" - he said nothing, did nothing, and just brought an innocent bottle of soy sauce from beginning to end, which almost caused a conflict between the two tribes.

They first went to the county town where they picked him up in Nanshan. They stayed in the local guesthouse that night. Chu Huan searched the entire county town again and walked back and forth several times, and finally confirmed that this great transportation hub station did not sell books.

The last time I met the rare "bookstore" was a purely accidental encounter. Chu Huan discovered that since they sent all the old books they could not sell, they had been concentrating on transforming into a small food store, and there was no need to find even a piece of straw paper with words in the store.

The simple local people have demonstrated with practical actions what "the economic foundation determines the superstructure" is - as the cornerstone, selling food is always better than selling books.

There is no second bookstore here - no wonder a broken Xinhua dictionary can become the treasure of the Liyi tribe.

However, Chu Huan did not give up without success. He found a phone number, contacted Lao Wang, reported on his trip to the next three days, and made an appointment with the other party to meet in the nearest prefecture-level city.

He had to hand over the gun.

After a long walk and returning to the hotel where he was staying, Chu Huan saw the goods brought by Dashan and the horse whip.

Although Dashan usually has the style of a class representative, he is not very familiar with the invisible teacher who appears in class and disappears immediately after class - not to mention the language barrier.

He smiled at Chu Huan shyly, hesitated for a moment, took out a small sword, cut off a piece of bacon, and carefully handed it to Chu Huan.

Chu Huan stuffed it into his mouth casually, and asked as he walked in, "How much does it cost per pound?"

The whip shyly stretched out two fingers to him.

Chu Huan: "Twenty?"

Then these guys are quite affordable in doing business.

Ma Whip quickly shook his head: "No, no, two, two, two kouwu love..."

Chu Huan suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Seeing him stunned, Dashan thought it was because of the horse whip's pronunciation, so he immediately helped convey his meaning. He lowered his head and took out two yuan of change from his small bag, and raised it enthusiastically to signal Chu Huan: "This, this."

"Two dollars? Two dollars per pound?" Chu Huan chewed the bacon slowly, thought for a while, but didn't figure out how to evaluate the sentence. Finally, he had to ask helplessly, "Are you two okay?"

Two ignorant young men looked at him with their big eyes open together, and their expressions reminded Chu Huan of the big eagles standing in a row that day.

Chu Huan pressed his temple and ran over from afar. After a long time of trouble, was he a business that lost money and gained publicity? What kind of dedication is this?

Chu Huan: "What about the cost? Do you have no cost?"

The horse whip was indeed a skilled worker who had been running business several times with Nanshan. He understood the word "cost" wisely, and stretched out a finger at Chu Huan with great enthusiasm: "It's just a piece of it if you succeed...

Faced with such a genius accountant, Chu Huan felt deeply powerless: "...how did you calculate it?"

The horse whip explained patiently: "It's salt, salt and... that black one..."

He said, stretching out his hand hard and gestured around.

Chu Huan: "Seasoning?"

The horsewhip and Dashan nodded wildly.

Chu Huan turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the two pure flowers: "What about meat? What about labor? Isn't it cost?"

The horse whip grabbed his hair inexplicably: "Food? Raise it yourself, um..."

Dashan quickly cooperated with the help of reaching out and making a stirring action. His face was filled with the joy of labor and said with a smile: "Give it yourself."

Chu Huan was speechless.

After a while, he sincerely held the hand of the horse whip and said earnestly: "It turns out that you are the master who settles the accounts well in the rumor, you are so respectful."

I didn't understand the horse whip, and I thought I was praised, my face turned red and I felt like I was drunk, leaving with deep and shallow.

The next day, Chu Huan decided to take a car, and the two young men carried large bags to the tourist area together.

Chu Huan observed the environment, then chose a location at the door, directed the two children to set up a stall, erected a sign, and wrote "Organic bacon, pure natural, healthy and pollution-free, forty yuan per pound."

Coupled with the "legendary old soup recipe for beauty-beautiful pickles" and the "mysterious ethnic minority wishing wood carving", he efficiently built a simple local specialty counter.

The horse whip and Dashan were so anxious that they had to listen to Chu Huan's everything after they came out. They couldn't directly object, so they had to try to communicate with this unreliable king and tell him that this would not be sold.

Chu Huan calmly used his "I don't understand" trick, bounced back all other people's opinions.

Just as the horse whip was scratching his ears and heads, a female tourist passed by and saw Chu Huan stopping. After looking at him for a while, probably the cute spot was poked. She shouted boldly and unrestrainedly: "Hey, handsome guy, look back!"

Anyone who calls him "Handsome" within a radius of 100 meters will definitely turn back shamelessly.

With a "click", the female tourist caught his camera and looked back at his side. The unrestrained woman said without any hesitation in the gusting laughter of her companions: "Handsome guy, real figure."

Chu Huan lifted the wooden sign in front of him: "Eat organic bacon, beauties, try it?"

Horsewhip: "…"

Dashan: "…"

They watched the goods they brought were bought by all kinds of hikers in less than a day, and they deeply understood what it means to be "silly people and have more money".

When he closed the stall and counted the money, the horsewhip's hands trembled. He had never seen so much money before. His legs and feet were placing tickets. He kept asking Chu Huan: "Can you buy two rounds, two rounds..."

Chu Huan: "Bicycle? Can."

The horse whip burst into tears: "Can you buy four rounds..."

A big bus drove by next to him, and the horse whip pointed: "That!"

Chu Huan was silent for a while: "If you sell you two together, you may be able to get together."

Until Chu Huan found a place for them to settle down, the two young men looked dreamy.

Chu Huan explained to them, rented a broken pickup truck overnight and drove the winding mountain road for a night. He arrived at the nearest county town with a train, and then took the train to the nearest prefecture-level city. Lao Wang was waiting for him in person... What greeted him was a slander.

Chu Huan put down his gun, listened silently for two minutes, and turned around and was about to leave.

Lao Wang shouted: "What are you doing?"

Chu Huan: "If you don't have any serious business, I will leave first. I'm in a hurry."

Lao Wang: "When is the fucking time?"

After he finished speaking, he leaned back irritably, stretched the distance and looked at Chu Huan. After a moment, Old Wang's expression slowed down and muttered in a low voice: "I've lost weight, but my face is not that ugly."

Chu Huan: "If you eat pure natural organic bacon, do you buy two pounds?"

Lao Wang rolled his eyes laughingly and cryingly: "Okay, since it's your meat, then get me two pounds."

Chu Huan patted his pants pockets: "Oh, look, it's just sold out and it's out of stock, and only two thigh bones are left. Do you want it?"

Lao Wang: "You must take it off and I will take it home to feed the dog - little bastard, I dare to spend your time."

The two of them laughed together. After laughing, Lao Wang saw that the atmosphere was good, so he carefully raised the topic: "When will you come back to work?"

Chu Huan stood at the door and paused: "It's almost done - I'll stay for a few more months, and I'll go back after I've lived there."

Lao Wang means: "You have been on this vacation for more than three years."

Chu Huan smiled and replied softly: "I know."

When he first entered the door, although Chu Huan was in a hurry and was in a hurry, he still had a look of fatigue on his face, but Lao Wang saw a little long-lost look in him.

But after just one question and one answer, Chu Huan's expression suddenly calmed down, and in a blink of an eye it seemed to have returned to the previous lack of light.

Lao Wang suddenly regretted it and quickly asked for remedy: "Actually it's okay. Just leave it on holiday. You can stay as long as you want. It's not a shortage of one or two years, stay steadily."

Chu Huan smiled perfunctorily: "It's nothing, life always has to return to the right track, so what... Did Xiao Lu'er's child be born?"

Lao Wang stretched out two fingers: "Two."

Chu Huan was stunned: "What?"

Lao Wang lowered his head, as if he was a little embarrassed. He held a bare commander-like arm, a face of 20,000 or 50,000 yuan, and was tough guy from beginning to end, and it seemed that he didn't match his silly smile.

Lao Wang's big hand unconsciously rubbed his trouser legs: "Hehe, the doctor said it was two, I... I suddenly became the grandfather of two children."

Chu Huan couldn't help laughing: "Why don't you hurry up and go back and make money from milk powder."

After saying goodbye to Lao Wang, Chu Huan took a taxi and drove around half of the city in a flash.

He first stayed in the bookstore for a whole afternoon, wishing he could pick out each book and turn two pages - this one was too difficult, that one was too simple and boring, this one had no illustrations, that one had too many illustrations, and there was no substantial content...

Chu Huan felt that he had never been so picky when buying urns for Chu Aiguo.

By the time he came out of the bookstore, the sunset was already red.

After buying the book, he carried two stacks of half a person tall books and went straight to the supermarket next door. He wanted to buy a little anything when he saw it. He thought that he had never eaten this in the valley of Nanshan, so he had to take it back and give it to him to try it.

When Chu Huan thought of Nanshan’s serious and happy expression when he was having dinner with him, he felt that he could carry the entire supermarket’s food area back.

Finally, he ran to most of the city with books and food, found a musical instrument store, stepped on the closed spot, and said a good word, forcing the clerk to open the half-locked door to him again, and went in and picked a harmonica for Nanshan.

When Chu Huan left the instrument with a brand new harmonica in his arms, his mood was almost brisk.

He couldn't help but blew up the "Jingzhe" period, halfway, and found that his tone had already run around southeast, northwest and north, almost forming a pair of bars. So he shut up with his own knowledge and stopped disturbing the people.

Then he stood in the night in a bunch of small bags and asked inexplicably: "What am I happy about?"

Chu Huan suddenly realized that he was like a call from his girlfriend in the middle of the night when he was called by a girl. He was so beautiful that he was sent downstairs to someone else, and he felt a sense of shamelessness in his heart that he couldn't find Bei.

"What am I doing?"

He thought so, put down his things, freed up his hand, leaned against the street light on the side, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Chu Huan stared silently at the cigarette butts falling under the light, knowing that he would not stay in the Liyi tribe for a long time, otherwise he would not subconsciously "forgot" to buy some daily necessities for himself.
To be continued...