Chapter 319 Meeting Old Classmates Again
After paying the bill, Zhang An walked out of the old street carrying his things, and then went to Central Street.
Here, he bought some snacks, toys, and ham sausages.
He found that his parents liked to eat ham.
Zhang An himself also likes it, especially when grilling.
The ham sausages these days are quite conscientious, so Zhang An bought two boxes with confidence.
As for the toys, they are for the children of relatives.
According to the situation last year, there must be a lot of people coming to pay New Year greetings on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and most of them are children, so you can make some preparations.
Finally, I went to visit the fruit stall. After all, the fruits on the purchase order have not been received yet.
There are not many kinds of fruits on the streets now, only apples, bananas, citrus and dates.
There are also water chestnuts that Zhang An’s family grows themselves, but the ones sold on the street are smaller.
In addition to popularizing it, Zhang Anping also sold some, not only for the Taoist temple, but also for his family.
In the end, it all added up to almost a hundred pounds. When the bosses weighed the scales, they all smiled. After all, they were big customers.
“Young man, I just dug this Bodhisattva, would you like to buy some.”
I can’t say who is the happiest in this stall, Zhang An, but who is the least happy? But it's too obvious.
Who else but the old man selling water chestnuts? Seeing that Zhang An had almost bought it, he took the initiative to speak.
Because no matter which stall Zhang An went to, after trying it and it was okay, he always bought twenty pounds more.
“I’m sorry, brother, we have planted quite a lot of these water chestnuts at home, and there are still several thousand kilograms in the field.”
People were so enthusiastic, so Zhang An naturally wanted to respond. .
If he sells other things, just based on this voice, if it tastes good, Zhang An will definitely buy him some.
But it's a pity that he can't sell anything but water chestnuts, and they are not as big as Zhang An's family.
When the old man heard this, his face suddenly became disappointed, and he thought it was Zhang An’s excuse for not wanting to buy.
After all, several acres of land would have to be planted based on the yield of several kilograms of Bodhisattva.
“Hey, Zhang An, it’s really you. I thought I had the wrong person.”
Zhang An walked around the street a few times to see if he had anything else on his mind. Bought.
As a result, he heard someone calling him from behind. When he looked back, he found that it was Wang Hao and several high school classmates.
We were not very familiar with Zhang An in school, and counting, it had been decades since he graduated.
Some classmates Zhang An no longer recognize people, let alone their names.
“Hey, our college students are back from vacation.”
Zhang An turned around and greeted them. There was a girl in the crowd named Zhang Qian. This Zhang An has always been Remember.
At that time, Zhang Qian was considered the prettiest female classmate in their class.
Everyone has a deeper impression of beautiful things, and Zhang An is no exception.
Zhang Qian, who went to college, is more beautiful than before, but now compared with Su Ying, she is obviously still a step behind.
The other two boys, one of them, Zhang An, who was fat, seemed to remember that his name was Li Dong, because there were not many fat people in the class, and he was the only one.
It is not easy to gain weight these days. Only those with good family conditions can do so.
The last one, Zhang An, has little impression. I guess we didn’t have much interaction with him when we were studying in the past.
If there is any intersection, Zhang An must have an impression, such as Wang Hao, Zhang An recognized him at a glance.
But it doesn’t matter if you can’t remember it. Zhang An has so many years of social experience and can easily solve this problem.
“Where are you going?”
Looking at the group of them, Zhang An asked with a smile.
"I just came back from my old classmate. I heard from my old classmate that you got married this year, and the person is still a teacher in our school. That's okay."
Wu Zhonghai and his students are both teachers and friends on weekdays, and everyone gets along well with each other. relatively harmonious.
After they go to college, it is not surprising that they still talk about their old head teacher when they come back.
"Hey, fate will naturally end when it comes. Now he is no longer in our school and has been transferred to the middle school in our village."
"No, why do we have to go downstairs in the city? Transfer, it will be difficult to come back in the future."
When they heard Zhang An say that Su Ying was transferred from the city to the countryside, they were very puzzled.
Others tried their best to be transferred from the countryside to the city, but why did they do the opposite when they got to Zhang An?
Zhang An just smiled and said nothing. He has his own personal opinion.
And he feels that Changqing Middle School is not bad and will definitely be better in the future.
Only the person who wears the shoes knows whether they fit or not.
"But your village actually has a middle school. My hometown doesn't even have a primary school."
Wang Hao's family is from the city, but he only moved here after his father got a job.
So he is not one of those people from later generations who forgot that his family was still a farmer for three generations just after his family moved to the city.
Even though some of the men are a little unfamiliar, as for men, they blend together in just a few words.
Even Zhang Qian, who had been very quiet, finally spoke up, and everyone became familiar with each other.
"Okay, I won't delay your shopping. I will go to your place to play when I come back from the next summer vacation."
"I have always heard that there is a big river in your village. I’ve never been there before.”
After half the payment, Wang Hao remembered that Zhang An came to the city to buy things, which was different from them, so he stopped talking.
"Nacheng, come whenever you want. Our home is the first one at the bridge at the entrance of the village. It's easy to find."
A few people made an appointment with each other, and then they separated.
This time when everyone met, they just had a simple chat, and there was no class reunion or anything like that. After all, they were all still in school.
However, Zhang An felt that everyone could chat more easily after getting along like this.
If there is any opportunity for classmates, it will make people feel uncomfortable. It is basically an occasion for some people to show off.
Zhang An wandered back and forth on the street several times and found that there was nothing to buy. There were very few products in the small county.
Driving directly out of the city, headed straight for the ceramics factory.
The ceramics factory is in the south of the city. The direction back to Zhang An is not in the same direction, so we have to take a slight detour.
Soon, we arrived at the door of the factory.
It is said to be a factory, but in fact it is just a few relatively large sheds built with hollow bricks.
"Woof woof woof..."
Before Zhang An entered the door, a big gray dog roared inside the dam.
Looking at the native dog with its teeth and claws dancing, Zhang Anxin wished that he would have taken Xiaohu with him if he had known earlier.
Maybe I heard a dog barking, and an old man walked out of the house next to me.
"Brother, are you here to buy cans or find someone?"
After driving the dog home, he gave Zhang An a cigarette. "Thank you. I don't smoke. I plan to come here to buy some wine jars and jars. You can go in and have a look."
After Zhang An waved his hand and refused the cigarette, he explained the purpose of his visit.
It might be the Chinese New Year, and they are also preparing to take a break, so there are no newly made embryos in there.
"Let's go, I'll take you in to see it. If you come tomorrow, we will all go home to celebrate the New Year."
It can be seen that this old man is the boss of the factory. And he's quite talkative.
Once the chatter started, Zhang An could only listen to him.
The brother's name is Hou Liang, and he runs this factory.
“Well, those are our wine jars. The small ones over here are the five, ten, and fifteen catties.”
“And the large ones over here are , those in their twenties, thirties, or fifties, if you want a bigger wine vat, you have to go to the side to see it.”
In the largest warehouse where the old man took Zhang An, there were everywhere. It was filled with pots and jars of earthy brown color.
Before Zhang An opened his mouth, my brother introduced the capacity and price to Zhang An.
“Brother, I’ll get twenty for everything from five to twenty pounds, and then five for those in their thirties and fifty, and two for the big wine jars that weigh one hundred.”< br>
After wandering around for a while, he picked it up and took a look at it himself. Finally, Zhang An roughly determined the quantity.
If you have more, just put it in the space. If you have less, you can pick it up later. It’s not far anyway.
The boss originally thought that Zhang An only wanted to buy a few, but he didn't expect to need so many at once.
Before Zhang An even opened his mouth to bargain, the boss took the initiative to lower the price for Zhang An.
In fact, Zhang An had no intention of bargaining, because the wine jars here are really beautiful.
Especially the five-pound Kowloon bottle, Zhang An liked it when he saw it.
"Brother, I see you don't have a small wine jar of one or two kilograms here. Is it because there is no production?"
Zhang An didn't plan to buy much for more than five kilograms, but if one It's two kilograms in size, and Zhang An wants to buy more.
“Those are too small, and not many people buy them during normal times. Usually we make them only after the store tells us how much they want in advance.”
The kind of small ones Zhang An mentioned. Most people buy jars, which are mostly used to store things like salt, so the demand is not large.
I would have been very happy to make a fortune before the Chinese New Year. Seeing that there is still business, this man will naturally not let it go.
"Brother, if you need it, tell me the quantity and I will make it for you at the beginning of the new year. Just come and get it then."
"Prepare one hundred for me for both the one-pound and two-pound ones. Let’s go for something like the Kowloon bottle.”
Zhang An thought for a while and ordered a batch first. I’m not in a hurry to use it and will pick it up later.
Even if it is not used for sale, a small wine jar of one or two kilograms is quite stylish for holding wine and giving it away.
"Okay, brother, please leave your phone number or address, and I will contact you when the time is right."
After the business was concluded, the brother shouted a few times into the room, and immediately A few people came out to help with the jars.
It can be seen that this small ceramics factory is a family business. As soon as the boss greeted him, many people came out of their house.
My wife, children, parents and brothers add up to seven or eight people, which is enough for the operation of this small factory.
Finally, all the jars that Zhang An liked were moved to Bazi. Zhang An said that he could transport them and would not bother them.
When the boss was happy, he gave Zhang An another discount. He asked this old man to help transport so many jars by truck, and it was all done in one trip.
If Zhang An had to transport it himself, he would have to make three or four trips.
But if my brother helps transport it, it will be inconvenient to put it in the space. There is no place to put so many jars on the way.
When he came, Zhang An saw a small corner in the middle of the road. He could have driven the car in and others would see it.
So he planned to take the jar there by himself, and then just receive it directly into the space.
"Brother, if there is a leak, just tell me when the time comes and I will replace it with a new one."
It can be seen that Hou Liang is a cheerful person, not only giving Zhang An a discount , and finally gave away several more.
Finally, the enamel factory man and his family helped Zhang An load the wine jars into the car and insisted on taking Zhang An home for a cup of tea.
“Hey, bro, there are Luohan bamboos planted here too.”
As he walked to the door, Zhang An saw some bamboos planted behind their house.
As soon as I took a look, I found that it was a large clump of Luohan bamboo, which had grown very tall.
“This was when the factory was opened. A friend sent two pots over, saying they would look better if placed at the door as bonsai.”
“Maybe the mud here is too good, and the bamboo It grew taller and taller, and finally blocked the door.”
“We didn’t know how to pick up this thing, so we just dug it up and threw it behind. As a result, there were so many that it almost turned into a bamboo forest. ”
The old man shook his head and explained to Zhang An helplessly.
They were also born in rural areas, and all they wanted to do was make money. How could they have time to do this?
"Brother, you like these bamboos? Then dig some and bring them back later."
Hou Liang wouldn't appreciate this as a bonsai, but he usually makes it into tobacco poles and other things. More appropriate.
"That's it. I'll dig a few trees later and put them in a pile to make a smoking pole or something for the elderly at home."
Hou Liang had already spoken and Zhang An was definitely not polite. If the things are laid out properly, they will look much better than those strange and chaotic things in the bamboo forest.
Zhang An pulled these cans back and forth four times before he had finished transporting all the cans.
The last time, Hou Liang and his son dug up two bundles of relatively short Mangosteen bamboo with hoes and helped Zhang An put them in the car.
Walking to the old place, Zhang An loaded everything in the car, including fresh Mangosteen bamboo, into the space.
Only the 30-pound and 50-pound jars that Wang Fang requested were left, as well as the last few given by Hou Liang.
The things that needed to be done for this trip were done. Zhang An did not stay in the city and drove directly home.
Of course, he also tied two wild sheep out of the space and put them in the car. He was still thinking about letting his old mother braise the mutton.
"Oh, where did you get the crooked-horned sheep? There are two more."
These two sheep did not attract attention along the way because Zhang An tied them up. Put it in the trunk of the truck.
Zhang An’s body is relatively tall, so no one noticed them.
But when he returned home, Zhang An opened the truck body and Zhang Jianguo saw it at a glance.
Crooked-horned sheep is the nickname given to wild goats in the mountains
Because their two horns grow crookedly toward the back, while their two big ears stretch forward. Both males and females have horns.
And it is different from domestic sheep in that the wool on its body is relatively long, and it has a beard on its chin, which is very long.
Generally speaking, they are very similar to goats, but the limbs of wild goats are longer than normal sheep.
The legs of the hemp sheep are very short and they are famous for their short legs.
It is said that in early ancient times, Ma sheep were domesticated from them.
Many people can catch them because their legs are relatively long. When they jump around on the mountain, they often sprain their feet.
Because of such a funny reason, it is also called the gaitou sheep.
(End of this chapter)