I pamper the little baby in 80

Yuan Hongjun was so tired after not closing his eyes all night, went to the toilet to wash his face with cold water, threw his head on the bed and fell asleep.

Fan Ze also slumped into a ball, lying on his side beside Yuan Hongjun, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning, the sunlight from the gaps in the curtains was a bit harsh.

Yuan Hongjun stared in bewilderment, feeling that there was a "pillow" in his arms, and subconsciously stretched out his legs to hold it.

"Well... sleep again..."

Fan Zechen's voice was a little vague.

Yuan Hongjun was shocked, and opened his eyes with a swipe. The child rolled into his arms at some point last night, but in the morning, the man was full of energy.

Yuan Hongjun scrambled to get up, saw the child's tender little face, he seemed like a strange sorghum.

While muttering in his heart that coloring is emptiness, emptiness is form, he can't be an animal, and he went to the toilet to wash his face in a hurry, and then he was fully awake.

This body is young after all, it is too angry.

Yuan Hongjun stumbled out, bought soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks, and walked around the nearby downtown area for a while, then returned to the hotel, fished the child out of the bed, and urged him to wash and eat.

Yuan Hongjun's original intention was to bring this batch of goods back to the brigade headquarters in Tongxiang to sell. After all, he was an educated youth there and was familiar with the local people, but he changed his mind after visiting the town today. .

The two of them directly carried the large package of goods and came to the intersection on the side of Willow Lane.There are people coming and going here, and there is the largest department store in the town. It is indeed a good place.

Yuan Hongjun swiftly pulled out a piece of cloth from the bag and spread it on the floor, put the goods on the ground, turned his head and told the child: "You will sell the men's undershirts, one yuan and eighty cents each, and if you buy two, you will let another five." Dime, yell twice more for dessert, look after things, don't be shunned by others."

Fan Ze was still very discerning, and immediately went forward to help Yuan Hongjun arrange the goods neatly, and patted his own chest: "Brother Yuan, don't worry, I promise you can't go wrong."

As soon as the things on the side of the two of them were displayed, the passing crowd saw the clothes and surrounded them in twos and threes.

Yuan Hongjun yelled at the top of his voice: "The latest styles of Dacron shirts and men's undershirts in Shanghai are fashionable and foreign, and the quality is good. First come, first served."

Fan Ze is a thief, a child, with good looks and a sweet mouth, one sister and one aunt, and the yelling is lively.

In this era, materials are scarce. Although the supply and marketing cooperatives also have some shirts and other items, they are relatively rare.

Just as Yuan Hongjun finished yelling here, a round face in a white shirt came up with a girl, and looked at the blue and white checkered shirt in surprise: "Boss, your shirt is really from the magic capital, and the girls there wear this?"

When the customer came to the door, Yuan Hongjun immediately had a smile on his face, and he was not stingy. He directly picked up the shirt and handed it to the round-faced girl: "That is the style of this shirt in Shanghai, and it is also very fashionable and foreign. You Feeling the quality, it looks very wide and beautiful to wear, 6 yuan and 7 cents for a half-foot cloth ticket. If there is no cloth ticket, it is 2 yuan and [-] cents a piece. If you like it, keep one, and if you hesitate, you will be rejected in a blink of an eye. People bought it."

At this moment, a few female workers in overalls gathered around, and after asking the price, they bought two blue and white striped shirts and left.