After seeing these Americans buy a few items, Sanbert gave up on 'redemption' them.

What's more, he has something to do, so he has to pick up his father-in-law. He has no time to mess with these people. Even the president cannot be willful and not pick up his father-in-law. Do you still want to pass that day?

You said yes.

It is precisely because of these Americans that the road is easier to walk on. Apart from where they are, there are many empty places, including Xia Shijie standing in the place.

When Sang Bai arrived at the agreed place, he found that his father-in-law was standing on a scrap mill and looking over there.

"Dad, what are you looking at?" Sang Bai asked loudly.

When Xia Shijie saw his son-in-law coming, he smiled and said, "I heard that there were a group of foreigners coming over there, watching the fun."

When Sang Bo heard this, his head was full of black lines.

"I said you... forget it, let's go."

After Sang Bo finished speaking, he looked at the old man’s feet.

"Dad, are both bags?" Sang Bai asked.

Xia Shijie said: "Of course they are all, your mother and I are all here for the New Year."

As he said that, Xia Shijie got off the millstone and reached out to carry a bag. Sang Bai quickly tried the weight of the bag and found that either of the two pockets was light, both of which looked at twenty or thirty pounds.

So he carried the bag and said, "Dad, you have everything at home. Why do you bring so many things to do? Keep it at home to eat."

Xia Shijie said: "How much food can you eat at home? Even if your mother is at home, we are only the couple. One pound of meat can eat four or five meals..."

The old man started to talk. When Xia Yanqiu was at home, the old man felt a headache all day long.

But now the eldest daughter has become a family, and her two sons have set up a chicken farm again. They don’t have to stay at home all day. Xia Shijie and Zhao Meiling are usually at home. The old couple suddenly feel that the family is much deserted.

Fortunately, the old couple still have jobs, otherwise the old couple would not know how to live this day.

"Or why don't you and my mother stop working, just move to our village," said Sang Bai.

Xia Shijie smiled and said, "It's not that level. We haven't reached that level yet. If we really reach that level, there must be someone around us to watch it. Then I'll bother you juniors, it won't be annoying now."

As the father and father chatted, they arrived at the leeward of the parking truck.

"Brother Xia is here?"

Xia Shijie quickly replied, "Oh, I can't say that. You are all uncles at this age."

Xia Shijie's words are nothing wrong. Compared with these fellow villagers who are driving the car, Xia Shijie's age cannot support his name. How old is Xia Shijie? The youngest fellow villagers who are driving the car are almost sixty, and there are many years apart.

There is no way, the oldest Xia Yanqiu is there.

"It's right, it's right, how can you not be Mr. Sang's father-in-law?" Ji Yanping said with a smile.

Sangbai put his things on the plow holder, and then piled up the pockets he carried from his father-in-law.

"Dad, you are chatting with Uncle Ji Er. I'll go see those foreigners and don't cause any trouble."

"I said, it turns out that these foreigners running around are foreigners from Murakami," said Xia Shijie.

Ji Shuping smiled and said, "Not they can have anyone else? You haven't seen these people go to the village and be curious about everything. You can even take pictures when chasing pigs. Take that photo..."

"So fun?" Xia Shijie smiled and leaned on the cart. While saying that, he took out cigarettes from his pocket, dispersed everyone and started chatting enthusiastically.

Sang Bo saw that hey, there was nothing he had about him here, so he went up again.

Not long after I walked away, several police officers had already arrived, trying to control the order of the onlookers of foreigners.

There is no way to do this. Not to mention the town, he can't control the affairs of the people watching foreigners even in the county, because he has never seen them before.

For villagers who don’t have much entertainment, this is also a fun thing, right?

If something happened, the town chief's location would probably be out of security, so he hurriedly brought the town's police.

The goal is very big, and Sanbo can easily find a place where these Americans stay, without having to look for a way to follow the crowd.

After leaving for a while, these people immediately felt like carrying their hands on their shoulders. Each of them made a basket of bamboo weaving. I have to say that the craftsmanship of the woven people is quite good and very meticulous. Not only is it densely weaving, but it also has tricks on it.

It's pretty like bats, monkeys, etc.

Such a level is not something that ordinary craftsmen can make, it requires a pair of clever hands.

I have to say that when I saw the baskets these Americans took, Sangbai wanted to buy one, but when I thought about the number of baskets hanging on my own pot house, I had to give up.

Compared with Americans who look too eye-catching, the situation of the Japanese is much better. As long as they don’t speak, no one guesses that they are foreigners. With the cover of Americans, the trip to a group of Japanese people to go shopping is very smooth.

Unlike Americans, these Japanese staff focus on Chinese-style things, such as New Year pictures, paper-cutting, etc. Everyone bought some, and the bargaining skills were good, and they also helped each other. Although it was more expensive than ordinary people, it was definitely not as high as the "sky-high price" that Americans had.

Sang Bai was about to leave the Japanese team, but as soon as he turned around, he met an acquaintance.

Who is it?

It was Lu Dayou who I met when I first sold grain.

"Sangbai!" Lu Dayou also discovered Sangbai at this time, and immediately walked over quickly with a look of surprise, shook hands with Sangbai enthusiastically.

Sanbai was also quite surprised: "When did you come back?"

Lu Dayou said: "I just came back less than four days ago. I heard that you are amazing now. When I saw you, I knew you must not be an ordinary person."

"If it's not the case, it's just a small business. By the way, how are you doing now? You'll still do your job after you come back?" Sang Bo didn't want to get too involved in his own issues, but turned the topic to Lu Dayou.

Lu Dayou said: "I won't do it anymore. My brother-in-law is doing it very well now. It's a bit inappropriate for me to get someone's job as soon as I come back. I'm going to go to Chen City to take a look in a while."

Lu Dayou actually understood that it would be impossible to get the money-making business back from his brother-in-law after a few years of squatting and coming back. Moreover, the business is so good now, so he doesn't make much contribution.

Because Lu Xianguo's business is mainly engaged in county towns, and there are many intersections with public institutions, and Lu Xianguo is smart, how can Lu Xianguo say that? His reputation in the county is much greater than that in Lu Dayou, and he knows more acquaintances, and he lives much more transparent than Lu Dayou at that time.

"Chen City is good, there are many opportunities," said Sang Bo.

"Yeah!" Lu Da nodded a little: "I also heard from a prisoner who was sent in because of speculation. I heard from him that he could earn more than 2,000 yuan in one trip..."

"Everything earns is hard-earned," said Sang Bo.

The domestic market is quite interesting now. On the one hand, some of the products produced cannot be sold, and on the other hand, they want to buy things. Although it has improved a little bit better than in 1982, it is still far from the future market economy era, and the circulation field is still not smooth.

The two of them were not very good friends, and they had no topics as they talked about, but they soon realized this and went to work hard before the topic was over.

The results of opening up have been revealed. You can see various snacks, such as noodles, wontons, and fried cake stalls at the big market. Although the varieties operated are still single, the faces of the stalls are much better than those of the state-owned faces in the town, and at least they will not deny customers.

At this time, not many people were willing to spend money, but the people who were reluctant to leave must not include the employees under Sang Bai. Not to mention being placed in China, even in Japan and the United States, their salary is first-class. How could they not be willing to give up a bowl of rice when they want to eat?

When Sang Bai saw it, he remembered the villagers resting there, so he walked to the stall.

"Boss, come six bowls of wontons and send them to the person sitting under the gables over there. The person who started calling Lu Qingju..."

"Lu Qingju from Liushu Village?" The stall owner was amused when he heard this and asked Sang Bai.

"Do you know?" Sangbai smiled.

The stall owner said, "Why don't you know? When it comes to me and him, I am still my aunt's cousin, my mother and her mother are cousins..."

After hearing the stall talk for a while, Sang Bai realized that the relationship between this person and Lu Qingju was really far away. However, now it is not the time to discuss this, and Sang Bai does not check the other person's household registration.

Knowing that Lu Yingju would be better, Sang Bai exchanged the money and turned around and continued to go shopping.

The meat stall is not for shopping, and even buying beef is not a matter of Sanba. After walking along the market for a few steps, Sanba discovered good things.

The stall owner's stall is so small that there is only a snakeskin bag spread on the ground, with a pile of dried mushrooms on it.

These mushrooms are now wild, and it is impossible for anyone to grow these things nearby. These mushrooms are simply not visible outside. They are a kind of local mushroom.

"White mushroom?"

Sang Bai squatted in front of the stall.

The one who sold Ru was a young woman in her twenties. It might be the first time she came out to sell things, and she looked a little timid. She was a little embarrassed to hear Sang Bai's question, and replied softly.

“What price?”

"Five...one piece!"

Sang Bo was happy: "Is it 50 cents or one?"

"piece!"

"If I make a purchase, will you give me a discount?" Sang Bai asked.

This kind of ju is not very common in the forest, but it is not common. It is not easy to pick this ju in the forest, because this thing grows on trees, and a piece of bark is rotten and it is possible to grow this ju in the long run.

It is very good to use it to stew chicken in soup. If there is no MSG when cooking, grind this thing into powder and put it on a spoon. Not to mention how fresh it is, it is definitely much better than not adding freshness.

"Eight cents, if you pack it, give it 80 cents a pound," said the little woman.

As soon as he heard that the little woman could not do business, he would give her 20% discount when asked. As such, people would not continue to bargain. Fortunately, Sangbai knew that the price was almost the same, and the amount of money was not worth the price of him, a man, to continue to cut, so he accepted it.

As a great tycoon, you have to pay more attention to it.

After hearing this, Sang Bai used to patted the dust on his hands, but he didn't know if there was any dust or not: "I want it all, please help me weigh it."

After hearing this, the little woman asked her aunt next to her quickly and borrowed a scale, first weighed a basket, and then put all the mushrooms into the basket.

"There are a total of five pounds and six ounces..." The little woman settled the score quite quickly, and she reported the price to Sangbai.

When Sang Bo heard that it was nothing wrong, he exchanged the money.

"Can you give me the snakeskin pocket?"

"That won't work. I'm useful to this pocket, why don't I give it to you..." The little woman was a little reluctant to leave the snakeskin pocket.

Sangbai said: "Then, you lend me the basket, I will send the things back first, and I will return them to you later."

Hearing Sang Bai's words, the little woman nodded.

He turned around with the basket and hadn't left yet, Sang Bai found an old man looking at him five or six meters away.

The old man was either someone else, or the old man who sat at the door of his house carving things that Sang Bai saw last time. Now there were more than a dozen things he had carved in front of the old man, looking at the American circle from time to time.
Chapter completed!