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This time Fang Chang made up to look like a middle-aged man with a dark face.

Fang Chang took many detours and arrived at the black market.

After walking around and stopping to look here and there, we arrived at Tu Zhiqiang's stall.

"Comrade, how much is this cornmeal?"

Fang Chang pointed at the cornmeal in front of him and asked in a poorly patched-together foreign accent.

"What the hell? Brother, are you from another place? This is cornmeal. If you have a ticket, it's 1.1 cents per pound. If you don't have a ticket, it's 1.2 cents per pound."

Tu Zhiqiang was stunned by Fang Chang's patchwork foreign accent.

"It's too expensive, be more clever!"

Fang Chang made up a dialect sentence that was a combination of Sichuan and Qiantang, which completely confused Tu Zhiqiang.

"No, brother, what do you mean?"

"What the hell? It's too expensive. Try to be more clever!"

Fang Chang was gesturing with his hands as he spoke, as if he was too anxious to communicate with others, his face flushed and his neck thickened.

"Brother, do you want to buy this cornmeal?"

Tu Zhiqiang pointed at the cornmeal and asked.

Fang Chang was stunned when he heard this, then nodded with a look of surprise.

"Too expensive, isn't it?"

Tu Zhiqiang looked at Fang Chang and asked again.

Fang Chang nodded hurriedly:

"Yes! It's too expensive!"

"Brother, tell me, my food is not expensive. My food is all genuine good food. This price is already the cheapest. Those cheaper than mine are mixed with healing powder, sweet potato powder, and some alternative food."

Tu Zhiqiang explained to Fang Chang seriously.

But Fang Chang still looked like it was too expensive.

"Brother, I really can't make this any cheaper. If it's any cheaper, I won't make any money. If we don't make any money, what's the point of us being exposed to the wind and sun?"

Tu Zhiqiang thought he had said it all.

Fang Chang looked at the cornmeal in the bag, pinched the bag on his back, and finally walked away with his head down.

"This poor guy from out of town must be so stupid!"

"This person should be transferred from some unknown factory to work here."

Luo Shibin and Shui Ziliu were talking to each other.

Tu Zhiqiang shook his head, clapped his hands and stood up:

"He's from out of town. He sounds like he's from the south, and I only understood one sentence out of his long chatter: "It's too expensive."

Tu Zhiqiang glanced at Fang Chang's back and said.

After Fang Chang left Tu Zhiqiang's stall, he wandered around and came to the stall that had a grudge against Tu Zhiqiang and his friends and squatted down.

"What a price!"

Fang Chang pointed at the packaged bag of cornmeal and asked.

"With a ticket, it's 1.1 cent per pound. Without a ticket, it's 1.2 cents per pound."

The horse-faced man raised his eyelids and said.

"What did you say? A ticket costs 10 cents? How is that possible? I was just over there and they were only selling it for 10 cents a pound. Why is it 10 cents a pound here?"

When Fang Chang heard that a pound cost one cent, he immediately became anxious, and he yelled in accents from many different places.

The horse-faced man looked in the direction of Fang Chang's finger.

Seeing that it was his enemy, the horse-faced man immediately became furious.

These people in this bar are so damn shameless. They deliberately lower the price to grab business. Aren’t they just trying to make things difficult for me?

"I'm telling you, the price is the same everywhere in the market. If you don't believe me, go ask around. If he's selling at a cheaper price, go buy it from him!"

The horse-faced man was in a bad mood and his tone was no longer polite like a businessman.

Seeing this, Fang Chang dodged back a few times with an expression that said, "I'm really scared."

"You, you, you, you, what are you doing? I, I'm telling you, in broad daylight, you, can't, I, I, I won't buy it!"

Fang Chang stepped back while speaking, then he started running and soon he disappeared.

The horse-faced man was so angry that he jumped up and down on the spot.

"What's wrong with me? Fuck! It's in broad daylight, in plain sight. You're not a grown-up girl, and I'm going to fuck you in broad daylight."

"What the hell, it's all because of those guys. Just sell your food properly. Why do you have to lower the price?"

The horse-faced man looked at Tu Zhiqiang and Luo Shibin and cursed.

Fang Chang ran out of the black market and disappeared into the woods.

After a while, a young and handsome guy with a clean face and well-dressed came out of the woods, pushing a bicycle.

Fang Chang got on his bicycle and whistled as he walked into the city in a good mood, walking and stopping, looking here and there.

Towards evening, Fang Chang rode his bicycle back to his yard in Guangzipian with a hot steamed bun wrapped in newspaper hanging on the handlebars.

"Brother Fang, you are finally back!"

"Oh shit! Bingkun, you scared me to death, why are you squatting in the corner for no reason?"

Fang Chang was really scared. He was in a good mood because he had played a trick on Tu Zhiqiang and his gang and Ma Lian and his gang in the afternoon. But when he entered the yard, he was startled by Zhou Bingkun who suddenly appeared from the corner of the wall.

"Brother Fang, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

Zhou Bingkun stamped his legs which were numb from squatting for a long time and said.

"Then you don't have to squat in the corner! What are you waiting for me for?"

Fang Chang parked his bicycle and asked.

"Well, Brother Fang, I went back this afternoon and thought about it. I think what you said makes sense. My mother went to Qiao Chunyan's house this afternoon and talked to her mother, and she agreed."

Zhou Bingkun scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said.

Fang Chang was stunned. Was it so smooth? Or was it because no one in the original play said those words to Zhou Bingkun?

"This is a good thing! Brother Bingkun, let me tell you, it is absolutely appropriate for you to marry Qiao Chunyan. Qiao Chunyan is carefree and has no bad intentions. She is not a nagging person. Your family's life will definitely get better and better in the future."

Fang Chang patted Zhou Bingkun on the shoulder and said.

Zhou Bingkun chuckled:

"That's what my mom said, too. Brother Fang, I've discussed this with my mom and Chunyan, and we'll let you be the matchmaker between me and Chunyan."

Zhou Bingkun said somewhat embarrassedly.

"I'm a matchmaker? That's not good, right? I'm too young. You should find someone older and more respected."

Fang Chang said as he took out the key and opened the door.

"Brother Fang, your family is well-known in our area. It's quite suitable for you to be the witness."

Zhou Bingkun stood at the door and said as he helped Fang Chang carry the steamed buns hanging on the handlebars.

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"I'm too young, and I haven't even gotten married yet! It's not good for me to be your matchmaker. What others say will be bad for you and me, and it will easily affect the relationship between our two families in the future."

Fang Chang opened the door and walked into the house while speaking.

"What shall we do?"

Zhou Bingkun put the steamed buns on the eight-immortals table and said with a conflicted look on his face.

"Is the date set?"

Director Fang asked as he took the foot basin to the kitchen to fetch water.

"It's settled. Our two families don't want to get engaged anymore. We'll just get married on October 1st."

Zhou Bingkun stood at the door and looked at Fang Chang and said.

Fang Chang listened for a while and then spoke:

"October 1st, there's no rush. We still have a few months to prepare! Maybe there will be a suitable matchmaker by then!"

Fang Chang thought of someone who was very suitable.