Sweet 80s

Not only did the man come to their carriage again, but this time he also had a basket of pears with him.

The children were chatting with the man. Dabao looked up and saw Wang Shuping, and shouted excitedly.

"Mom, you're back. The pears sold by Uncle Li are so sweet. Let's buy some!"

Seeing the adults in the family come back, the man immediately stood up, greeted them and introduced himself.

The man called himself Li Ming. He went to the south to find a job. The basket of pears beside him was grown in his own field. He thought he could not finish them all and the train would take several days anyway.

It’s better to sell them in the car and make whatever money you can.

Wang Shuping glanced up and down again and saw that the other person's face was obviously much rosier than the first time they met.

He seemed much more energetic than he had been a few hours ago.

As he spoke, Li Ming handed the pears in the basket to the two of them respectively.

Wang Shuping waved her hand to refuse.

Yang Huiying was quick and took it in one gulp.

After she sucked the pear juice quickly a few times, it still dripped down the corners of her mouth.

It can be seen that the quality of the pears is excellent.

After tasting it, Yang Huiying praised it repeatedly. Her previous concerns and comments were swept away, and she bought five kilograms on the spot.

Wang Shuping had a bad impression of this man.

I don’t know if it was because it was the first time I saw him, but the state of being completely exhausted and listless was deeply rooted in my mind.

Or it was because of the broken legs of the glasses he wore on his ears, the same as those of his neighbor Zhao Hulu.

"Xiao Wang, buy it. It's really sweet."

Yang Huiying's words and the children's eager eyes.

Wang Shuping decided to buy five kilograms as well.

At this moment, all the pears in Li Ming's basket were instantly empty.

He bowed in thanks and left.

Seeing Wang Shuping staring at the pear in a daze, Yan Shengnan asked, "Aunt, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Shuping came back to her senses: "It's okay, it's okay. I was just thinking, when I first met him, he didn't have this basket of pears in his hand, how come he suddenly started selling pears."

Yang Huiying laughed a few times: "Xiao Wang, I can see that you don't usually take the train. There are so many people doing business on this train. Hey, look..."

Yang Huiying pointed at several people passing by outside, who were also holding things in their hands, and introduced them to those passing by.

In the 1980s, supplies were scarce, and the items sold on the train were few in variety and expensive, so almost no one would pay for them.

Therefore, some business-minded passengers will take this opportunity to use the carriage as a business place.

As long as the train attendant is not around, they take out the things they brought on board and sell them on the train.

The small vendors took the things they brought with them and asked everyone they met while avoiding the train staff.

The buyer started to bargain after picking and choosing.

After some negotiations, the deal was done.

At that time, the green trains were slow and the journey could take several days and nights.

Each trip can earn them a considerable income.

This has also led to some smart small vendors taking the train just to sell things in the carriages.

And the variety of items sold is endless, including beer, fruit, food, cigarettes and so on.

This kind of private selling is very popular among passengers, except for the train staff who are not happy about it.

Because most of the products are reasonably priced, you can bargain.

Over time, the "train market" became a unique landscape in the green-skinned train carriages of that time.

Wang Shuping smiled and said, "Yes, there are quite a few people buying things."

"Is that so?" The pear was sweet and crispy, and Yang Huiying finished one in just a few bites.

Yan Shengnan knew that Wang Shuping loved cleanliness and would never eat unwashed fruit.

She sensibly picked up a few pears and ran to the toilet to wash them again.

Just as I finished washing and was about to go back, I subconsciously glanced at the carriage in the distance.

But I accidentally saw a suspicious scene.

Yan Shengnan hid in the crowd and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

When passing a section of the train connection, I happened to hear two people whispering and discussing something...

At the same time, Wang Shuping's frown did not relax because of Yang Huiying's words.

She tried to figure out what had happened while she was away, so she pretended to chat with the children in order to get them to express their doubts.

It was inappropriate to ask Li Ruzheng in front of Yang Huiying.

Dabao is often not focused, so it’s not appropriate to ask him.

Although Erbao is small, he speaks logically and does not exaggerate.

So, she took the second baby down from the upper bunk.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"It's almost time, you should go to the bathroom."

Erbao pressed his belly: "But I don't want to pee."

"I ate so many pears, and pears are very watery. It's not convenient to go in the middle of the night..."

After saying that, she held Erbao and walked in the opposite direction of the toilet until she passed the sleeper car and then the hard seat car.

Wang Shuping stopped.

She glanced at the restaurant where only a few people were sitting.

There are dining tables and chairs inside, which can accommodate forty-eight people.

The roof panels, decorative strips and other materials of the carriages are mostly made of white fiberglass panels.

The windows are bright and clean, and the aroma of food fills the air.

The environment is completely different from other places.

The reason for the small number of people is simply related to the price.

The food on the dining car is shockingly expensive, much higher than most restaurants in the city, and some of the dishes are even priced comparable to high-end restaurants.

But the quality and taste of the food was not satisfactory.

Therefore, the number of people dining is always the least.

If it weren't for the fact that occupying seats for a long time to rest is not allowed here, I'm afraid many passengers who can't buy seats will gather here.

Wang Shuping came to a seat by the window and sat down.

Erbao asked doubtfully: "Mom, aren't we going to pee? This doesn't look like a good place to pee."

"I'm tired. Let's take a break before going to the bathroom. Son, did you listen to Sister Nan Nan after Grandma Yang and I went out just now?"

Erbao nodded: "I have never gotten down from the bed above."

"Good boy, when did the pear seller come to our carriage?"

Erbao thought about it very seriously, but at his age he had no concept of time and the vocabulary in his mind was extremely poor.

It's like describing how much you liked a dessert you had in a cafe.

Erbao stretched out his two little hands again, thought for a moment, put down his left hand, and measured a length of about five centimeters with his right thumb and index finger.

"Yeah~ That's right, he came after you guys left for so long~"

Although Erbao's description is abstract, Wang Shuping, as a mother, fully understands it.

Translated, it means the work of just one step at a time.

If it was a coincidence, it would be fine. But if not, could it be that this man did it on purpose?

"After the pear seller came into the carriage, did he only talk about pears? Did he talk about other things? For example, how many people were there in the carriage? Why didn't your father come..."

"Mom, you are so awesome. How did you know what he said?" Erbao clapped his hands to show his admiration for Wang Shuping.

But at this moment, she couldn't help but feel her hair stand on end.

"Son, your memory is much better than your brother's. Can you repeat what the uncle said? I want to see how much you remember?"

Wang Shuping's rich expressions and body movements immediately aroused Erbao's interest in the game.

Next, he recounted the whole process in detail.

Just as Wang Shuping expected, this man was definitely not just a small pear vendor...

After the chat, on the way back, Wang Shuping's heavy mood relaxed a lot.

Since I got on the bus, I have met many people, but they were just passengers passing by.

The only one who was really remembered was the man selling pears.

"Li Ming? Hum~"

Wang Shuping chuckled in her heart. Her sixth sense told her that even the name might have been made up at random.

Just as the mother and son returned to the carriage.

Yan Shengnan, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly jumped up from his seat and grabbed Wang Shuping's arm with an uneasy look on his face.

"Aunt, I want to go to the bathroom, please accompany me..."