A quite large store with four rows of bicycles on display and children's bicycles hanging on the wall.
Ma Xiaolong's goal is not a children's bicycle. After all, he is now 1.3 meters tall. There is no problem in buying a small bicycle, as long as the seat is adjusted to the lowest position.
"Huh?"
Standing in front of a small bicycle, Ma Xiaolong was a little surprised when he saw the gearbox on the handlebar: "A gearbox?"
"Oh, my kids even know about transmission cars!" The boss is a young man in his thirties with long hair and a rebellious rock n' roll look.
"I saw it in Beijing last year." Ma Xiaolong looked at this transmission bike. It was dark blue in color and looked like a mountain bike. There was also a black outdoor water bottle fixed on the down tube. In this era, the appearance was quite impressive.
Seeing that Ma Xiaolong liked it, Zhu Sha asked the boss: "How much does this car cost?"
"This is an imported car, priced at $700 per unit." The boss lit a cigarette and said, "You adults are reluctant to buy it, so look at something else!"
Zhusha narrowed her eyes and was about to speak when Ma Xiaolong took her hand and pointed to the small bicycle on the right and said, "I think this one is pretty good. The color is quite nice."
Zhu Sha swallowed back her words and turned to look at the bicycle he was pointing at.
It's azure in color, has a basket on the front, and has a very low seat. It's fully rideable for a 1.3-meter-tall guy, and it looks pretty good.
"Do you like this car?" Zhusha confirmed with him.
"Hmm." Ma Xiaolong turned to ask the boss: "How much does this car cost?"
The boss smacked his lips and said: "This car costs 120 yuan."
"Eighty!" Ma Xiaolong slashed with a knife: "I will buy it at eighty."
The boss laughed so hard that his nose started to smoke: "You want to buy clothes? Just one hundred and two."
"Boss, you can't say that." Ma Xiaolong said: "It seems that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, you will close the door in a few days! If you don't sell it, we will see you after the new year. Why don't you exchange some money now and keep it for food?
Gray?"
"..."
"Eighty, you must be making money. What brand is this? I've never heard of it. It looks like a miscellaneous brand. Forty-one came in, right?"
The boss was very angry: "Fart!"
"It doesn't matter what you put in it, will it be sold at eighty? Anyway, I don't want it much. If I save money, I can sell more candies!"
"..."
"He's a man, isn't he? He's grinding like a girl!"
"Fuck!" The boss was angry and funny: "You little brat, your mouth is like a knife." He paused and said, "Yeah, if it weren't for the Chinese New Year, you wouldn't even think about buying it at a higher price."
"Hey, there are so many gentlemen." He turned to Zhusha and said, "Zhusha, give me the money."
"..." Zhusha smiled and took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket: "Change."
The boss looked confused. He looked at Zhusha, then at Ma Xiaolong, lowered his head and shouted: "Fuck!"
When Ma Xiaolong left the car shop with Zhusha on his back, the boss was jealous and envious. He spat: "What a bastard! She has been eating soft food at a young age, and she even said that I am not a man. Who is not a man!? He~
tui!”
…
Zhusha sat in the back seat of the car, holding Ma Xiaolong's waist with both hands, giggling.
"What are you enjoying?" Ma Xiaolong turned around and asked, "Say it and I'll enjoy it too."
Zhu Sha smiled and said: "I didn't expect you to be so good at bargaining. That boss is almost mad at you."
"That man has evil intentions, so I will teach him a lesson." Ma Xiaolong said: "You should control your temper in the future, he is obviously as aggressive as you!"
"Exciting general?" Zhu Sha frowned.
"Can't you tell?" Ma Xiaolong said: "You are so famous on this street. Almost every boss knows you. There is no reason why he shouldn't know you. Since he knows you, he must know that you can afford a transmission car, but he just
Telling me, 'Your family is reluctant to buy it,' is just to test whether it's you who spends the money? If you really wanted to speak just now, you would have fallen into his trap."
"...Is that why you held me back?"
"Otherwise!" Ma Xiaolong said: "I don't dare to ask for such an expensive transmission car. If I dare to ask for it, my parents will definitely beat me up when I go home. You have to be sensible when accepting gifts. Don't accept gifts that are too expensive. Your conscience will be disturbed.
of."
"..." Zhusha was silent for a moment, then smiled softly: "You have so many eyes."
"What are you talking about? My name is exquisite and clear."
"You're just too thoughtful."
"Say whatever you like!"
For the sake of giving me the car, I can say whatever I want.
Today is the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and there is still half a month left to celebrate the New Year, but the city and outside are already filled with a festive atmosphere. There are street stalls selling New Year's goods on the streets everywhere, and there are adults and children everywhere buying New Year's goods at the street stalls. It's lively.
It's like going to the market.
After buying the bicycle, Zhusha originally wanted to go to the cloth store to buy some cloth, but Ma Xiaolong took her directly to the textile factory. If she could get goods at a low price in the factory, what cloth store should she go to?
The textile factory is not far away either. It only takes five minutes by bike from Victory Street. But now the street is crowded, so it took the two of them nearly twenty minutes to get to the textile factory.
As soon as they arrived at the door, a security guard stopped them: "Where is the child from? Don't run around."
When Ma Xiaolong saw this security guard, he didn't recognize him.
Maybe we knew each other before, but since I came back more than thirty years ago, even if I knew him, I would have forgotten about him.
"Uncle, I'm looking for my mother. Her name is Liu Ying and she works here." Ma Xiaolong said.
"Are you a child of Liu Ying's family?" The security guard was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and suddenly said: "Are you... what kind of little dragon?"
"Ma Xiaolong."
"Oh, yes, Ma Xiaolong." The security guard chuckled: "Your kid hasn't been here for more than a year. He has changed so much that I almost didn't recognize him." He glanced at Zhusha and said, "Where is your sister Xiaofeng?"
"I'm playing at home! I'll bring my classmates over to buy some cloth from my mother," Ma Xiaolong said.
"Oh." As soon as he heard about buying cloth, the security guard understood and opened the door: "Come in! Your mother is in workshop No. 2. Do you remember where she is? Do you want to take you there?"
"Thank you, uncle, no need, I know where it is." Ma Xiaolong waved his hand and drove to find Liu Ying.
The textile factory was a relatively large local factory, but as I recall, in the mid-1990s, due to poor profitability, the textile factory carried out internal reforms and turned the factory into a joint-stock system.
Workers now have shares in the factory, and everyone is a shareholder, but the corresponding wages are relatively low. The most outrageous thing is that the main business is no longer textiles, but supermarket chains that are open everywhere. It only took ten years
, abruptly turned a textile factory into a chain of supermarkets throughout prefecture-level cities.
This transformation is a success, but the transformation is successful. How can you make sense?
…
In Workshop No. 2, Liu Ying was walking around the workshop when she heard someone shouting: "Sister Ying, your child is here!"
"Huh?" Liu Ying was stunned for a moment, then walked over: "My son?"
"Maybe there is a daughter-in-law." The speaker was a young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, very lively, and her voice was teasing: "Sister Ying's son is quite powerful, and the little girl she brought is very good-looking. She can't be her future daughter-in-law, right?
?”
As soon as Liu Ying heard this, she knew that her son had come with cinnabar, and she laughed and scolded: "There is nothing serious to do every day, so hurry up and get to work."
The little girl stuck out her tongue and went to work, but while working, she told the female workers next to her about the incident. After a while, the news spread throughout the workshop.
Liu Ying didn't know what she would face next. She walked out of the workshop and saw two little people holding bicycles at the door. She smiled and said: "It's really you, why are you here?"
"Auntie." Zhu Sha called someone quickly.
"Hey! Didn't you listen to the results today? How did you do in the exam?" Liu Ying asked with a smile.
"Seventh in the class and tenth in the grade." Zhusha said with a smile.
"Oh! You did really well in the exam." Liu Ying praised: "I have made progress, and I will try to surpass Xiaolong in the future."
Ma Xiaolong rolled his eyes: Overtake me? Just dream!
Later, when she learned that her son still had perfect scores in all three subjects, Liu Ying was not surprised and asked with a smile: "What are you doing here?"
"Isn't it the Chinese New Year! Zhusha wanted me to make her a dress. She was going to the cloth store, but I brought this here." Ma Xiaolong said: "I thought it would be better to herd one sheep or to herd two sheep, so why not
Let’s make new clothes for the whole family. Please take us to pick out some cloth!”
After hearing this, Liu Ying smiled: "It seems that our family is stained with cinnabar. Let's go!"
On the way to the warehouse, Liu Yingcai noticed the bicycle pushed by Ma Xiaolong and asked, "Whose bicycle is this?"
"Zinsha bought it for me." Ma Xiaolong said confidently: "I made clothes for her, and she gave me a bicycle."
"..."
Liu Ying couldn't help but tugged on his ears. She had nothing to say to her son who was a soft-boiled son, but she couldn't help but worry about her son's future family status.
This is also unfounded.
He turned to Zhu Sha and asked, "What kind of dress do you want to make? Auntie can help you choose the right material."
Zhusha smiled and said: "Xiaolong said he wanted to make me a traditional Chinese costume. I didn't know what it would look like, but he said it looked very good, so I wanted to wear it."
"Oh?" Liu Ying was surprised and turned to ask her son: "Can you still make ancient costumes?"
"What's wrong with that?" Ma Xiaolong said, "I can tell how to make the clothes in Journey to the West and Dream of Red Mansions just by looking at them. I think Cinnabar looks very classically beautiful, and it will definitely look good in ancient costumes."
"Still classically beautiful? Do you know what classical beauty is?" Liu Ying scolded with a smile.
"It's just that they look really good in ancient costumes!" Ma Xiaolong said: "Like the King of the Daughter Kingdom, Gao Cuilan, Qingwen and so on."
"Why, isn't Lin Daiyu beautiful?" Liu Ying asked with a smile.
"Not pretty." Ma Xiaolong shook his head: "Lin Daiyu is a small model. Her facial features are almost squeezed together. If she has a smaller face, it will be fine, but if she is a little bigger, she won't be able to look at her."
Liu Ying chuckled and said: "A small model? If you think about it carefully, it's true. What about Xue Baochai?"
"Xue Baochai is okay, she has the demeanor of a lady, but in terms of appearance, I think Qingwen is better looking, but her temperament is not good. She has a maid's body and a young lady's heart, and has no self-awareness."
"..."
The more Liu Ying talked, the more Liu Ying felt that her son was not simple. He was only seven years old and spoke in an old-fashioned manner, but he knew more things than adults. Unknowingly, he would treat him as a peer.
Turning his eyes, he saw Zhu Sha looking at his son with admiration, and kept muttering in his heart: No wonder he could eat this girl to death. What kind of monster did I give birth to?