There are two types of people that annoy Cuicui most in her life: price dealers and men who talk nonsense.
Jiang Cheng took both of them.
The dealer was obviously lowering the price. He lowered the price through his mobile phone, and he dared to show her the odd order. He said that he wanted to cooperate in selling mountain products, so he first paid for six bottles of honey and asked her to teach him how to roll newspapers.
But it was him who squatted at the door of her warehouse and said softly:
If it doesn't sell, it's mine. If it sells, it's yours.
In Maple Ridge during the rainy season, layers of white hair grow on the bamboo shoots. Jiang Cheng dragged his suitcase across the bluestone slab, his trousers legs splattered with mud.
Cuicui thought he was a dealer who came to pick up a bargain, and shouted with a cold face: No selling.
He didn't argue and just put the dried bamboo shoots back into the basket.
Later she found out that he quit his monthly salary of 25,000 yuan in the city just to return to the village.
Later she learned that he had tasted countless popular bacons, but none of them were as fragrant as hers.
The night her father was hospitalized, she sat in the corridor all night without speaking to anyone.
At six o'clock in the morning, WeChat transferred 30,000 yuan into my account.
There is only one line in the note: deposit in advance for next year's dried bamboo shoots.
At the end of the year, we took inventory, doubled the amount of bacon, tripled the amount of dried bamboo shoots, and sold 430 orders of rice wine.
He asked: Will we still cooperate next year?
Cuicui didn't answer, just watched the garlic cloves fall into the basket with a slight sound.
Lian Jiang still turned the corner at the entrance of the village.
There are some words that don't need to be said, life and mountain goods will all bear witness for others.
Intention: Put mountain goods on links and plant yourself back into the soil