Driving the tricycle back to the gate of the yard, several men began to move things downstairs.

"Wait, Uncle Jun, don't move that plasma TV, put it in the purchasing station, anyway, I don't like to watch it alone at home."

Chu Yang pointed to the largest cardboard box and said.

"Ah, is this suitable?"

He Xijun said quickly.

She had heard of plasma TVs, and they were expensive. I heard that one would cost thousands or tens of thousands.

Putting it in the purchasing station means putting it in her home.

Although it is said to be for public use, Chu Yang doesn't have it at home, so putting it in her home, what kind of look would that be.

"What's inappropriate? Oh, and there's also a DVD that will be moved over later. There are discs below. When everyone is tired, they can watch TV and discs at the purchasing station, and the uncles and aunts who sell fish can also sit down and have fun."

"Oh, that's great."

Aunt Zhang clapped her hands and shouted, her eyebrows were not visible.

She did have a big black and white TV at home, but the picture quality, can it be compared with that of a plasma TV?

This TV is placed in the purchasing station, and it is the public property of the purchasing station.

As a formal employee of the purchasing station, it is not excessive for her to take a seat in the front row, right?

Of course, Aunt Zhang also understood what He Xijun was worried about, and said with a pat on the headlights:

"Don't worry, Xiao He, this is a benefit given by Ayang to the purchasing station, and those fish sellers can also get some benefits. If anyone dares to talk about it, I will see that Aunt Zhang will tear their walls apart."

In the field of tearing and comparing, Aunt Zhang's guarantee is still very convincing, and He Xijun nodded happily.

While everyone was helping to move things, Chu Yang took another Mao Zedong's grandfather and asked Sun Ziang to go to the canteen to buy some popsicles and watermelons.

"Ah, big brother is so hot." Sun Ziang frowned and said with embarrassment.

Chu Yang didn't understand what he meant, so he said:

"100 yuan, at least one popsicle and one melon slice per person, the change is the running fee, but you are only given 10 minutes, if you exceed one minute, 10 yuan will be deducted, the time starts now."

The ice cream assassin has not appeared yet, white sugar popsicles are only 1 cent each, red beans are 2 cents, green bean paste and cream pudding are 5 cents, and large pudding is only one yuan.

Watermelon is even cheaper, there are many sandy lands in the village, which are not suitable for farming and growing vegetables, but they are very suitable for growing peanuts, sugarcane and watermelon. If there are too many, they can't be sold at a high price. 2 yuan each, you can pick any ten pounds of watermelon you want.

So don't look at the large number of people here, everyone gets a share, 50 yuan is enough.

"Got it!"

After hearing what the good brother said, Sun Ziang cheered.

"You little brat, didn't I just give you pocket money a few days ago? You're asking your brother Yang for money again. Are you itching for money?"

Sun Qingjun on the side cursed with a dark face.

"Lululu, Dad only gave me 50 cents, and you said that the money was taken by Mom. 50 cents is not enough to buy a big pudding."

Sun Ziang stuck out his tongue, and then ran away before Sun Qingjun took out the seven wolves.

"Sai Linmu, you wait for me."

Sun Qingjun roared.

Aunt Zhang on the side suddenly chuckled: "Dajun, you are right. If you don't give him to Mom, where will he come from?"

"Hahaha~"

The old women and men at the scene burst into laughter, and the scene was full of joy.

This is how the countryside is at that time. Every five sentences are dirty, and the family tree suffers every day. Basically, no one will take it seriously. It's over after laughing.

"Uncle Jun, don't be angry. We have to wait till evening to clean up. Sit down for a while." Chu Yang also tried to hold back his laughter and handed over a cigarette to persuade him.

"Humph!"

Sun Qingjun took the cigarette, lit it and took a puff. He was already planning the 'teaching plan' for the evening.

Facts have proved that the power of money is strong.

Before 10 minutes had passed, the popsicles and watermelon were delivered.

But it was not Sun Ziang, but another little boy in the village, He Daxue, nicknamed Huajuan, the youngest son of Zhao Jinhua.

"Huajuan, why did you deliver it? Where is Sun Ziang?" Chu Yang took a small pudding and handed it to the sweaty boy, smiling and asking.

He Daxue was not polite. He tore off the plastic skin and put it in his mouth and took a sip. Then he said:

"Brother Ziang promised to give me two yuan, saying that I could find him after I delivered the things."

Good guy, promising, he knows how to subcontract and outsource at a young age. He will definitely be a good hand at engineering in the future.

After eating a cream ice cream, Chu Yang took another one of the Seven Dwarfs and asked him to take it with him.

"Thank you, Brother Chu Yang."

He Daxue thanked him politely, and then walked out the door while eating the popsicle, obviously going to find the upstream subcontractor to settle the project payment.

"Brother Dajun, Ziang is more generous than you, and more generous than you.Know how to do business. "

Hu Erhu joked with a smile.

Sun Qingjun's face darkened again, but he felt a little funny.

"This brat, wait and see how I deal with him when I get back."

He distributed the popsicles and watermelons to everyone, and took out some souvenirs and distributed them around.

The women got silk scarves and key chains, while the men got cigarettes and lighters, all of which were street goods, and each person only got a few dozen yuan.

Although they were not particularly valuable, who wouldn't like to get them for free these days?

And the bird language on the trademark looked very foreign, and it was an authentic "foreign product".

So everyone who was present gave Chu Yang a thumbs up and praised him.

"He is still sensible after reading books. Look at Ah Yang, he still remembers to bring gifts to our poor folks when he goes out."

"Reading books also depends on people. Isn't there someone who read books in Liu Cuixian's family? She never missed a five-cent head when she went home. ”

“That’s right. That family is really bad. I went to give a gift when he held a wedding at school, but there were only eight dishes on the table, and two cold dishes.”

“If you ask me, his family is not only bad, but also has bad vision. They don’t visit a promising relative like Ayang more frequently, but keep driving him away. They deserve to be poor.”

I don’t know who started the conversation, but the idle chat in the yard went off track and turned into a denunciation of Liu Cuixian’s family.

And Aunt Zhang was instigating:

“Ayang, if you ask me, you are now capable, but you don’t think of a way to get the 300,000…”

She stopped talking halfway through.

But no one present could understand that she was talking about the compensation money for Chu Yang’s parents’ early deaths, which is still being ‘kept’ by Liu Cuixian.

“Oh, why are you talking about this in a good mood? "

Sun Qingjun was afraid that Chu Yang would lose face, so he quickly interrupted.

He had a typical rural male chauvinism, thinking that the two sides were still relatives after all, and it was too ugly to make a scene, which would make people laugh.

But Chu Yang did not agree with his idea this time, but smiled at Aunt Zhang and said:

"Don't worry, Aunt Zhang, it will be soon!"