Lao Wang walked very slowly, but his steps were firm. It seemed that his words were a wake-up call, which would definitely be roaring in Yang Geyong's heart. However, he was thinking too much, and Yang Geyong, a rookie, didn't understand what he meant at all.
Yang Dahai sighed and walked over: "Little brother, you offended a big customer. Lao Wang is a big dealer here."
Yang Geyong no longer likes to pay attention to this guy. First of all, when he changed this batch of chocolate, he clearly saw it, but he didn't give any advice. Lao Wang came from his stall and he didn't say a word. Although he might have inconvenient to interrupt, he was unwilling to give such friends.
Seeing that Yang Geyong was unwilling to speak, Yang Dahai returned to his stall. It was just one o'clock in the afternoon, and not only did there be fewer people in the market, but there were more people.
Yang Geyong picked up a naan and chewed it, and then several stall owners around him looked at him. One of the Kazakh boys in his twenties pointed at the naan in his hand: "Friend, can you sell me one?"
Yang Geyong felt close to the Kazakhs from the bottom of his heart. Not to mention China'er, he even ate and drank in the Kazakh yurts during the months he wandered on the grassland.
He opened the bag and handed it to the young man: "Eat, what to buy?"
The young man was very happy and reached out to take out a naan and started gnawing. After chewing a few bites, he was choked, and ran back to his stall to get a skin bag and a small wooden bowl, then poured out a bowl of yogurt from it, broke off a piece of naan and dipped it in the yogurt, and put it in his mouth. Then he smiled with satisfaction.
He pushed the bowl towards Yang Geyong, and Yang Geyong was not polite. He drank the yogurt in the bowl in one mouthful, then poured another bowl and started to soak the naan to eat.
Kazakhs like to make milk tea when eating naan, but milk tea must be hot to taste. Like this, they can only bring yogurt when they go out. They usually don’t drink boiled water unless there is no way.
This young man is named Jiangbul, and he is from a nearby village. This guy has been restless since he was a child. He did not follow the customs of their ethnic groups and started to herd sheep from childhood. Instead, he likes to do business like Uyghur people.
He was similar to Yang Geyong's age and had a lively and enthusiastic personality. After eating Yang Geyong's naan, he became friends with Yang Geyong and talked about everything.
Although he was young, he was very familiar with people in the market, and there seemed to be no one he didn't know. He kept saying hello to others. He even gave Yang Geyong's naan in a short while.
Yang Geyong looked at the guy with a lot of laughter and cried, and asked, "Jangbuer, are you full?"
Jiang Buer was stunned for a moment before he noticed his empty pockets and scratched his head awkwardly. Yang Geyong stuffed half of the remaining hands into his hand. He was not polite and ate it in a few bites.
When he finished eating, he started to start a business for Yang Geyong, as if he had no goods himself.
Not to mention, being familiar with people means being easy to do things. In just half an hour, Yang Geyong's goods were completely sold out. Yang Geyong counted the money he had, 850 yuan, but the ten bags of chocolate were left. A few people came to pay the price, but it was really not more than a cent. Yang Geyong then realized that the old Wang was not fooled by him.
However, he really doesn't want to sell these ten bags of chocolate. He always feels that such a large piece of candy is too much of a penny. After thinking about it, he decided to carry it back to Shihezi. Anyway, he couldn't get the goods in Yining.
The goods were sold out early, so Yang Geyong decided to return to Yining directly and take the night bus to Shihezi. This would not delay the trouble, but he would sleep for one night in the car. Jiang Buer was going to take him to his house to drink, but he refused and made an appointment to meet here three days later.
I followed the bus to Yining. The bus drove at 8 o'clock in the evening, and it was over 6 o'clock now. Yang Geyong decided to go eat something, but he was not full at noon today and asked Jiang Buer to give all the things. He sent the things at the station and came to the noodle restaurant run by cousin Hong Liu.
My cousin was stunned when she saw him, with a hint of embarrassment. Although she also felt that this kid had no conscience, she also felt that it was too much to expel someone from the factory. In that era, it was equivalent to destroying someone's job for the rest of her life.
Yang Geyong was calm and smiled and shouted, "Sister, I'll give me a big bowl of mutton noodles!"
Among Chinese pasta, Henan pasta is not very famous. In fact, the taste is also very good, especially their braised noodles, which are quite authentic and one of Yang Geyong’s favorite things to eat.
What Yang Geyong did not expect was that the one who showed him was Hong Liu. He hadn't seen him for a few days and looked much haggard. His eyes were red and there were tears on his face, as if he had just cried.
He quickly took the noodles and put them on the table, took out his handkerchief and handed it over. "Sister Hong Liu, you, wipe your tears."
His words made the tears that Hong Liu had just held back suddenly surged out again. Yang Geyong was also a little at a loss.
To be honest, he still likes the woman Hong Liu very much. However, this kind of love is not love, but the kind of attachment and closeness of relatives. However, if Zhao Ling'er was not there, if he had been in the factory, the two might have come together.
However, if this does not exist, because Zhao Ling'er has been there. And according to her personality, this Hong Liu would not have the slightest chance.
Hong Liu finally calmed down and looked at Yang Geyong with a dull look: "I'm sorry, my dad shouldn't have treated you that much."
Yang Geyong smiled and said, "Sister, don't take it to your heart. You and your father are good people. No matter what he does, I will not hate him. I am alone here, and you two helped me like relatives. I will always keep this love in my heart. Moreover, you will be my relatives in your life. When he gets angry, I will go and see him."
Hong Liu's eyes were a little confused. She knew that this was a good man, but this man was destined to be out of reach with him.
After Yang Geyong finished his meal, the two of them had a conversation again. Yang Geyong rushed back to the station and did not sleep well last night. He fell asleep when he got on the bus. It was not until he was woken up by the ticket seller that he realized that he had arrived in Shihezi.
I went directly to the guesthouse to open a room. The waiter knew him, so he didn't ask for a letter of introduction. However, I still had to pay the money this time, 80 cents a night.
After a brief wash, he went out to drink a bowl of mixed soup. The soup was also very different from the mouth. There was not so many seasonings, and there was no need to search for a few pieces of mutton offals in the soup. Most of the bowl was full of mutton offals, but the soup was pitiful. There was only a thin layer. This fully reflects the magnificent meals of people in northern Xinjiang.
Chapter completed!