Reborn 1980, I amaze the world by picking up scraps

Cars are more precious than people these days. Even if Mr. Geng and Mrs. Geng are a big shot from the capital, they can't get a car. To go to Shan County, they have to take a long-distance bus.

Yuanni is eager to learn, and Mr. Geng sees that she is a talented person and is willing to teach her skills.

Unfortunately, the bus was bumpy and noisy, and with the windows open, I had to speak loudly if I wanted to say anything.

So when riding in the car, several people tacitly kept their mouths shut.

After running for two or three hours, the bus stopped and said, "We've arrived at Shan County."

"Bah, why is there sand in the wind?" Old Mrs. Geng wiped her mouth as soon as she got out of the car and had a mouth full of sand. It was really not a good experience.

"The wind and sand are strong here. Look at Comrade Yuanni, she has a gauze covering her head so that the sand cannot get in." Comrade Wang explained with a smile.

Yuan Ni untied the gauze scarf and said, "Drink some water and rinse it out?"

Mrs. Geng shook her head, "No, just go to the market."

Due to the special geographical location of Shan County, people from big cities are attracted here.

Therefore, people from several nearby counties are willing to trade here if they have good stuff. If they meet a stupid person with a lot of money, they can make a fortune and live a good life.

Over time, a special market was formed.

Except for buyers from big cities, most sellers are local farmers, so the superiors don't care much and treat the market like an ordinary rural market.

Comrade Wang looked at the sky and said, "Okay, let's go to the market first."

Go to the market first, then check in the guest house, stay for one night, and go to the countryside early tomorrow.

Shan County is even poorer than Dan County, and there are many people walking around in trousers made from fertilizer bags.

Old Mrs. Geng has been living in the city and has a very comfortable life. This is the first time she has seen such a rare thing. She pointed at a person's buttocks and said, "Am I dazzled? Why is urea written on his buttocks?" "

Comrade Wang smiled awkwardly, "Those are pants made from fertilizer bags, not words written on the buttocks.

Sister Geng, you don’t understand the situation. Fertilizer bags are a good thing in the village.For those of you who don't care, you can't even get a nylon bag. "

It turns out that the bags containing fertilizers are all nylon bags imported from abroad.

For people who are short of fabric, it would be a good thing to have a nylon bag for pants.

The only drawback is that the writing on this material cannot be washed off.

The key question is urea, with a net weight of [-] pounds. Where will these words appear?

If it weighs forty pounds and appears in the front button area, tsk tsk, that would be really embarrassing just thinking about it.

Mr. Geng coughed and avoided the topic. The five fingers were still long or short. The territory of Dragon Kingdom was so big that there was no way to control whether there were rich or poor.

"There's a market in front of you, right? There are quite a lot of people there?"

"Yes, yes, starting from the big locust tree, the entire field is empty."

There are stalls everywhere in the empty market. At first glance, it looks no different from a rural market.

Mr. Geng and Mrs. Geng have already visited the market in Dan County. They know that the local market is like this, and it is impossible for ordinary people to put all the good things on the market for sale.

They need to keep their eyes open and search calmly and patiently.

This stall sells potato powder, that stall sells dried potatoes, and another sells green pears.

While walking around, Comrade Wang was a little embarrassed when he didn't see anything reliable. "Are you hungry? Why don't you eat something first and then take your time shopping?"

Mrs. Geng smiled heartily, "Okay, let's eat first. I think this noodle soup is good."

Mutton powder soup is delicious. No matter how bad it is, sheep blood powder soup is the best. But how can there be so many sheep in the village?So we can only sell vegetarian noodle soup.

Fortunately, in addition to vegetarian noodle soup, there are also sugar-filled fried cakes.

Old Mrs. Geng looked at the stall owner up and down. Seeing that he was quite neat, she asked the price, "How much does a bowl of noodle soup cost? How do you sell fried cakes?"

The stall owner is a woman in her 30s, her hair is wrapped in floral cloth, she is wearing an apron, and her fingernails are clean. "A bowl of pink soup is ten cents, and fried cakes are ten cents each. No food stamps are required." "

Mrs. Geng immediately asked everyone to sit down. She took out a two-yuan RMB note and said, "Bring us four bowls of noodle soup and eight fried cakes."

The stall owner immediately cheered up. The sale for one dollar and two was a big deal. "Gawa, take the bowl."

Immediately a child sprang out from behind the stall.

Old Mrs. Geng was shocked. The child was dark and thin. For those who didn’t know, she thought he was a monkey.

Gawa carried several bowls and was putting them on the table when her hand suddenly slipped and a large bowl fell to the ground, shattering into pieces with a loud crash.

"Oh, you are a coward. You can't do anything well. You only know how to eat. Let's see if I don't beat you to death." The stall owner immediately changed his face, grabbed the spatula and started beating the child.

Old Mrs. Geng couldn't stand it, "Forget it, it's not a big deal if a child makes a mistake."

"This is a good bowl I bought from the supply and marketing cooperative. It cost [-] cents a piece. Now the [-] cents are gone. Isn't this a big deal?" said the female stall owner with a flower headscarf, as if she was crazy.

Gawa didn't scream when he was beaten. He hid like a headless fly and almost knocked over the frying pan.

That pot was also filled with a pot full of vegetable oil.

The flower turban felt so distressed that he directly scooped up a spoonful of hot oil and threw it at Gawa, "You'll be burned to death, you loser."

The scalding hot oil splashed in the air, and Yuan Ni and others hurriedly avoided it.

Comrade Wang also grabbed a handful of Gawa, "No, it's just a bowl. I'll pay you, don't beat the child again."

The stall owner stopped and said, "Are you going to pay?"

"I'll pay for it," Comrade Wang said, and he generously paid for it.

Yuan Ni pulled Gawa to her side. Seeing that there were several oil spots on his head and face, she helped him wipe it, "Does it hurt?"

Gawa shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."

At this moment, a piece of thin hemp rope emerged from Gawa's neck. At the bottom of the hemp rope, a rough stone pendant hung.

The pendant swayed, and when it brushed against Yuan Ni's right hand, a familiar burning sensation immediately came over her.

Yuanni was surprised and asked Gawa, "What are you wearing around your neck?"

Gawa looked down and said, "The thoughts my mother left for me."

Yuan Ni immediately understood that the stall owner was not Ga Wa’s biological mother, no wonder.

The stall owner had already received Comrade Wang's [-] cents, and he felt better now. He began to serve rice noodle soup and fry fried cakes.

Yuanni sat next to Mrs. Geng and began to think about what to do next.

Gawa's situation was very special. She was struggling to make a living under her stepmother, and she would die if she wasn't careful. She wanted to help the child.

But the stall owner is obviously not a good person. What should she do to get the stone pendant quietly and help Gawa at the same time?