Chapter 294: Don’t Be Heretic
If we put it aside, the proletarian masses never wear suits.
Who wears a suit?
Khrushchev wore a suit, Eisenhower wore a suit, capitalists wore suits, foreign compradors wore suits, traitors and devils wore suits, and only bad guys wore suits.
However, I am afraid everyone has to admit that people wearing suits are indeed very energetic and uplifting.
Today, even a true bad guy looks like a good guy if he puts on a suit.
Even more confusing.
For example, today, at 5:30 in the afternoon, Ning Weimin is standing in the courtyard of No. 2 Shan'er Hutong.
If this kid doesn't take the initiative to show off his philistineness, doesn't reveal the filth in his soul, doesn't tell others how he takes advantage of the company, makes a fortune, and only pursues a decadent and depraved lifestyle.
I'm sure everyone will give him a thumbs up and regard him as the best good person in the world.
If not for anything else, not only did he wear a small suit and live in style, but he was also extremely generous to his neighbors. He was so willing to give up!
He actually piled piles of clothes like small mountains in the courtyard, and then wandered around the courtyard.
Call out the female relatives of each household who are cooking or about to cook and pick out clothes, saying that they are free of charge.
It’s just that no one can understand this situation at all.
He left so many clothes out of his mind and let them be taken as he pleased. How could the neighbors know what was going on?
So naturally everyone was muttering, but no one really took action.
This made Ning Weimin anxious and angry. He kept urging him.
“Let’s pick, pick quickly, what are you waiting for? Just take it and wear it if it suits you, don’t be constrained by your appearance.”
“I say, ladies and gentlemen, , My sister-in-law Xiuzhi, what's wrong with you? Just take it easy! I don't want the money, why don't you take it for free? . This is not stolen goods, it is an overstocked product that I got back from the clothing factory to give us some small benefits..."
Everyone still looked at each other in shock.
Ning Weimin couldn't help but feel sorry for his own character.
Without any choice, in the end he could only ask Luo Guangliang to provide him with evidence.
"You don't believe it? If you don't believe it, just ask Guang Liang. He went to the factory to pull these clothes back for me today. Even the factory director saw him...isn't it right, third brother? I said Third brother, please say something!"
Ning Weimin pulled his neck and greeted Luo Guangliang loudly.
But I have to make it clear that Ning Weimin didn't do anything to move the clothes just now. He just pointed at Luo Guangliang to do all the effort.
Luo Guangliang unloaded all the clothes on the car and packed them into the courtyard in bundles. There were hundreds of them.
Although his body would not make his legs weak due to fatigue, his mouth would inevitably be dry.
No, in order to quench his thirst, Luo Guangliang was pouring water from the water pipe.
At this time, Ning Weimin went to greet him, which was absolutely difficult for others.
How could Luo Guangliang bother to answer this?
At most, he could only stretch out his arms and wave his hands, which was regarded as a response.
Fortunately, this simple expression is enough. Luo Guangliang's credibility seems to be more reliable than Ning Weimin.
The neighbors in Courtyard No. 2 finally exclaimed in excitement as if they had just understood.
"Minzi, did you really let us take it for free? Then... I will take it, really take it..." This is Aunt Mi.
"Oh, I dare you to understand. What's wrong with you today? Where has the joy of the past gone? Just pick it up quickly. If you like it, get more. I'll give you some face. I got it. The more I do, the more you think highly of me.”
Ning Weimin was pretentious and exaggerated, and his words were even sweeter, which made Aunt Mi particularly happy.
But just when she was about to start picking, Aunt Bian spoke again.
"Old citizen, this is not appropriate. How can there be any reason to take other people's things for free? How come you have to give them at the purchase price..." As the director of the neighborhood committee, Aunt Bian never takes advantage of others in vain, let alone I know there are not so many advantages to take advantage of in the world.
This old lady was kind-hearted and had Ning Weimin's best interests at heart.
Just after she said this, the daughter-in-law of the Bian family, Li Xiuzhi and Aunt Luo, also agreed, which made the happy Aunt Mi freeze.
Of course it’s embarrassing to get it for free, but you have to spend money, and the interest will naturally be different.
Seeing that the atmosphere that had just been stirred up was about to be destroyed by Aunt Bian, Ning Weimin quickly reiterated.
"Don't ask me, don't ask me, I'll give it to you for free. Oh, my dear aunt. Where can you give me the money? Then do I still have to pay for your food? On weekdays I don’t have enough of you, are you planning on letting me eat and drink in the future?”
Then he sniffed deliberately and pretended to smell the fragrance.
"Oh, I understand, I dare you to have good food at home today? No wonder you are cheating on me?"
Aunt Bian is both angry and funny.
“You brat, are you singing with your aunt? It’s just a steamed stuffed bun with aromatic stuffing that has just been put on the drawer. Is it worth thinking about you so much? I’m also worried that there are too many buns and I can’t hold them. Isn’t it easy to eat? You and Guang Liang will come together soon. Auntie will take care of you.”
Ning Weimin needs to be taken care of now.
"Yes, we have been neighbors for many years. We are like a family. I eat the buns you make and you wear the clothes I bought. Isn't this normal? You still insist on asking me for money. As for Well."
Then he climbed along the pole.
"Then what, Aunt Mi, I have the steamed buns but still need a bowl of porridge. I can smell the smell of your red bean porridge. How about it? It will be cooked in a while, and you have to give it to Guang Liang and me. Want a bowl?"
Of course Aunt Mi agreed.
“Yes, yes, I’m not only in charge of porridge, but also pickles, the small pickled cucumbers I just bought from Liubiju...”
It's also fun to tease neighbors.
These words made everyone couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere returned to normal instantly.
But this does not mean that Ning Weimin is not anxious. What will make him blush is still to come.
Because everyone is happy when they are happy, and when they do it, they do it.
But after all, with Aunt Bian’s words in front of us, everyone behaved very restrainedly and couldn’t let go at all.
There was no enthusiasm at all that Ning Weimin wanted to see. He took it horizontally and vertically, and if he didn't take it, it would be useless.
Especially Aunt Luo, she actually just picked out a pink shirt for her daughter-in-law Miao Yujuan and then went back.
Where can I go?
So Ning Weimin had no choice but to intervene again.
"Aunt Luo, you are so disrespectful to me. Just take one piece? Your son brought these all the way back. You are not sorry for what Guang Liang spent this afternoon. It takes a lot of time to get at least twenty or thirty pieces..."
Following him, he turned around and greeted Luo Guangliang again, saying that there was no room for refutation.
"Third brother, my aunt is out of touch with me and doesn't treat me as a family member. But you know that this thing really means nothing to me. I'm begging you to take care of this matter. After being tired, I took all the clothes that the aunt picked up just now and took them home. "
I didn't say anything, just with this boldness and amazing words, I immediately brought the scene to a standstill. Shocked.
Except for Luo Guangliang, everyone not only stopped moving, but their eyes also widened.
The expression on his face was as if he was confused, as if Ning Weimin was not from this earth.
If for no other reason than poverty limits imagination.
There is one person present, who has seen anyone giving things away like this?
Such fine clothes can really look like tatters when worn together!
Hey, Ma Sanli's cross talk "Opening a Porridge Factory" is always playing in the chat box.
But who would have thought that someone like Ma Dashan would actually appear in Courtyard No. 2?
(End of this chapter)