I pamper the little baby in 80

Although it is said to be a defective product, most of the clothes have a few small holes and missing buttons. A little repair will not affect the sales.

He specially gave Sister Liu an extra 5 cents, and asked her to help mend the missing buttons of this batch of clothes, and cleverly embroidered a small flower to cover the small hole in the inner lining.

"Brother, there are so many clothes, we... Where can we sell them? Will we be arrested?"

Fan Ze swallowed his saliva as he looked at the stack of unity that Yuan Hongjun took out, his voice stuttering.

"Do you want to make money?"

Yuan Hongjun folded the goods, neatly put them in the fiberglass bag, tied the mouth shut, and looked sideways at Fan Ze.

After hesitating for a moment, Fan Ze seemed to have made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said, "I want to!"

Yuan Hongjun smiled, and rubbed the child's soft hair with his big hands, but his voice contained a three-point warning: "If you think about it, just follow it honestly. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't say what you shouldn't say."

Fan Ze glanced at the deep-eyed Yuan Hongjun, thinking in his heart that this man usually smiles at others, but why he treats him like a big wild wolf, fierce, but he is smart enough not to say much.

The two went to the train station, bought two tickets with great difficulty, and then squeezed onto the train to Tongxiang Town.

There is no limit on the number of trains in this era, and there are a lot of people on board.Since it was summer, the train was crowded with people, and the men's sweaty smell, coupled with the seemingly non-existent smell of stinky feet, was not to mention fresh.

"Follow up, don't lose it."

Yuan Hongjun was carrying two big bags, and he had to look at the child with half of his eyeball, fearing that he would accidentally lose it, and after a while, fine sweat would ooze from his plump forehead.

Fan Ze ghostly knew that he could only follow Yuan Hongjun at this moment, so he stretched out his hand to help Yuan Hongjun take a lighter burden, and tightly clutched Yuan Hongjun's clothes with the other hand.

The two of them finally found a seat, but they were occupied by two middle-aged women, sitting there chatting with spit.

Yuan Hongjun stepped forward with the bag in his hand, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, comrades, this seat is for the two of us, please make room."

The two middle-aged women were still sitting peacefully like a mountain, and looked at the two of them with smiles on their faces: "Oh, comrade, look at me driving a car for more than ten miles, and I am so tired, just let me sit for a while, but I can't do it." Less meat."

The smile on the corner of Yuan Hongjun's mouth faded a bit, Kang Dang threw his bag under the seat, hooked his fingers with Fan Ze behind his back, and said to the woman: "This eldest sister, it's not that I don't want to, but my brother is suffering from heat stroke on the way. , keep throwing up, need a place to rest, you see?"

"Uh...brother, I'm dizzy."

Fan Ze was also obedient, and immediately pretended to be dizzy.

He was also very malicious and deliberately vomited on the two women.

The two women went out wearing clean clothes. When they saw that Fan Ze was about to vomit, they ran away as if their butts were on fire.

"Yaoshou, this is a really good shirt, can you afford it if you spit it out?"

Fan Ze was born with a fiery temper, how could he bear this anger, he clenched his fists and rattled.

Yuan Hongjun took Fan Ze's wrist, and looked at the woman with a smile: "I'm sorry, comrades, my little brother is really uncomfortable, don't get your clothes dirty, just get out of the way."

He spoke polite words, but his movements were not slow at all.

Fan Ze rolled his eyes when he saw Yuan Hongjun's humble and polite appearance, the old Yuan Hongjun was putting on an air.

Yuan Hongjun slipped away and pulled Fan Ze, and sat on the seat.