Send me to the countryside? Turn around and make you homeless!

Zhao Yang had a plan in mind and even wanted to drag Liang Jin back to the brigade right away, especially when she heard that it was the educated youth from Huaiyin Brigade who were selling things, she wanted to leave even more.

But the fragrance was so tempting that she couldn't walk at all, and she couldn't even think of leaving right away.

Although he was obviously sad, he still forced himself not to worry. The balance in Liang Jin's heart tilted towards Zhao Yang again.

"Okay, but why isn't this team moving forward?"

They were selling canned food, canned meat at that. The price must be quite high. How could the peasants in the countryside afford such good food? The team should have been moving very fast, but why did it suddenly stop?

Liang Jin muttered something, and the person behind him heard it. His thoughts were not as complicated as Liang Jin's.

"Why aren't you moving? Hurry up! I have to sell winnowing baskets after we finish eating!"

If it wasn't for the free food, he wouldn't have endured such humiliation.

The people behind were urging him on, and the people in front also quickened their pace. Amidst everyone's questioning and disapproving gazes, Zeng Erwa actually counted out ten yuan from a stack of money.

"Pretty sister, ten dollars."

Ten yuan is not just a thin piece of solidarity. It has both small and large notes, ranging from one yuan to one cent, which looks quite shocking.

"..."

It really exists...

Whose prodigal child...

Everyone felt that their three views had been challenged, and many gay men wanted to burst into tears on the spot.

They have lived for decades and have never had so much money on them. The child in front of them, who is only in his teens, has actually realized his lifelong dream. How can they not want to cry and feel envious and jealous?

The women also felt awkward. They had been in charge of the household for many years, and they didn't know how expensive food and daily necessities were. Ten yuan, how long would it take for their family to save and scrimp to earn that much? A little more and they could find a wife for their child...

Being stared at by everyone made Zeng Erwa, who was used to making money in a low-key manner in the black market, feel a little uncomfortable. The feeling all over his body could be described in one word: itchy!

But apart from this, he had to admit that it was still a little refreshing to be looked at like that by others.

After seeing the money, Li Ze gave Zeng Erwa the canned food in a transparent glass bottle.

"They've already paid me, are you planning on refusing to pay me, Yang Dachazi?"

It turned out that the man Zeng Erwa had bet with was named Yang Dachazi. When his name was mentioned, he looked back and saw that it was from his own team. Even if he wanted to deny the bet, he couldn't...

Yang Dachazi had a bitter face and was about to lose money.

"Brother, it's just a joke. If you don't think it tastes good or doesn't suit your taste, just don't buy it."

Tan Yuan tried to smooth things over and winked at Zeng Erwa, who was still feeling smug.

Zeng Erwa just came here to buy some things, not to make enemies, so why would he continue to pretend?

"This sister is right. If this doesn't suit your taste, it would be a waste to buy it back. Don't worry about it, brother. I also tasted it and thought of bringing some back for my relatives and friends. This sister said it's only so cheap this time. You won't be able to buy it for this dollar in the future."

Even though he explained to everyone and asked Yang Dachazi not to take the bet seriously, the words sounded completely different in other people's ears.

If it tastes good, it tastes good. If it doesn't taste good, it doesn't taste good. People have already said that if it tastes good, they will buy it. That's why we give them a free taste. It doesn't make sense for them to taste it but not buy it.

They are clearly taking advantage of others. Look at how many cans they have opened for them to taste for free.

They are not someone who can't make ends meet. If we take advantage of them like this, we adults will be no better than a half-grown child.

Thinking of this, a feeling of guilt welled up in my heart, especially for Yang Dachazi. He was the one who made the bet, and he was also the one who suffered the most...

"Comrade, bring me a can too!"

After earning work points for the family for so many years, it doesn’t make sense that you can’t even eat canned fish!

"I want one too, comrade, get me a can!"

Following Yang Dachazi's opening, the old lady, who was no longer able to resist being pestered by her little grandson, also asked for a can.

It’s just a can. Buy it for one dollar and take it home to try. When you’ve finished eating the fish, save the oil and ingredients and use them to cook fish during the Chinese New Year.

"I also want……"

"And me, I want two cans..."

Tan Yuan and others never expected that even though they were prepared to lose everything, there would be a shocking reversal in the end!

She couldn't help but sigh that people these days are really simple and there are quite a lot of people with high moral sense.

Zeng Erwa's original intention was to secretly promote Tan Yuan, but the effect was so good that he was quickly squeezed out of the crowd.

"I probably won't be needed anymore. I'd better go sell roasted chestnuts..."

Zeng Erwa shook his head and walked over. If you look closely, you can see that his walking posture is much lighter than before.

The team finally started moving. Zhao Yang and Liang Jin followed the team forward and saw more and more people walking out with canned fish in their arms.

Canned fish? What a coincidence! Could it be that it wasn't educated youth or brigade members setting up a stall, but a tofu factory promoting their new product?

How could Zhao Yang not know that the tofu factory was going to launch a series of fish products? She had such a guess in her mind.

Anyway, this is not the first time that the tofu factory has done such a trick. The last time was in the county, but this time it was just in a different location.

There was nothing scary about workers from the tofu factory setting up stalls at the market. She was just afraid of Tan Yuan.

Liang Jin was not afraid of Tan Yuan, but he had similar ideas to Zhao Yang. He judged others by himself. If he were to manage a factory, no matter how big or small it was, he would not go to the streets in person to sell things. This would be too embarrassing.

If Liang Jin knew that a few decades later, there would be a billionaire CEO personally promoting his own products, he would probably be so scared that his eyes would pop out!

The line slowly moved forward, and the cans on the table became fewer and fewer. Ever since Zeng Erwa opened the shop, almost everyone could take a can away.

After all, there won’t be such cheap prices in the future. If you miss this opportunity, you will miss it. They will make a profit if they buy it.

Luo Linlin and a few others were busy. Those who didn't have plastic bags and brought backpacks and baskets were fine, but those who didn't have these tools could only rely on net bags made of straw ropes.

The net bag is neither too big nor too small, and can only hold one can, so it takes a lot of time to put the can in.

"Do you think that's Tan Yuan?"

Zhao Yang's ominous premonition came true. She nervously grabbed a corner of her clothes and wrinkled them.

"It's really her..."

Liang Jin didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment. Tan Yuan really loves to show off. Uncle Tan would definitely be disappointed if he knew.