Before dawn the next day, Su Weiwei packed up the package, took BB on a bicycle, and ran out of the house secretly. Liang Fugui bought this bicycle, but usually Xie Zhenjiang and Jiang Tao were riding. If Su Weiwei hadn't stolen it, Where can I get my bike out? It was just past three o'clock, and bb was half asleep, rubbing his eyes and looking at Su Weiwei.
Su Weiwei put him on the horizontal bar, "Good boy, go to sleep. I'll call you when the time comes."
bb squinted his eyes and continued to sleep little by little.
The two of them had just taken a few steps when Liang Xiaomei's voice suddenly came from behind. She ran over and pulled Su Weiwei's car and cried: "Sister-in-law, don't abandon my little sister, I can't live without you."
Su Weiwei swallowed, "Who left you? My sister-in-law has something to do, and it's not convenient to take you with her."
"You're talking nonsense! You even brought your baby with you. You definitely don't want me anymore. I don't care. I won't let you go. If you leave, you will never comb my little sister's hair again." Liang Xiaomei cried very sadly. I don’t have a deep impression of my mother. Her mother died not long after she was born. All my impressions of my mother are related to Liu Yumei, but Liu Yumei was not good to her. She said she was unlucky and that her mother died because of her bad luck. , she has never been very successful in her life, and her sister-in-law was not nice to her before, but now her sister-in-law is very good to her, and she really doesn't want to lose her.
Liang Xiaomei's eyes were full of fear, and she cried so much that she had runny nose and tears. Su Weiwei looked at her and couldn't laugh or cry. She just combed Xiaomei Liang's hair, so how could she identify her? However, she was not indifferent to the child's kiss to her, so she patted the back seat of the car and said, "Come on up! But one thing is, you must not tell others what I am doing when I go out. Your brothers and sisters are not allowed to tell either, do you understand?" "
Liang Xiaomei burst into tears and smiled: "Sister-in-law, I know, but I will tell you secretly about my brother and sister, and I will kiss you."
"You little clever guy," Su Weiwei laughed, touched her head and led her away.
Liang Xiaomei stuck out her tongue. If she could make her sister-in-law like her by selling her brothers and sisters, she would do it!
When Su Weiwei rode several kilometers to the temple fair in the county town, the morning market of the temple fair had just begun. The temple fair at this time was still very important. It was held in the most central street in the city. Early in the morning, the vendors had already set up their stalls. The stalls are so densely packed that one can’t even see the end of them. Many city dwellers take a look around here when they go to work in the morning, waiting to come back for a closer look at noon.
Su Weiwei didn't have a stall, so she could only draw a piece of land on the ground with lime as her position. The vendors around her stared at her with curious eyes. Many of the vendors who came to the temple fair came from other places, and they could do anything. , there are food sellers, acrobatic performers, clothes sellers, and ring trappers, but no matter what type of stall there is, there must be a stall, right? How can you set up a stall if you don’t have anything? But Su Weiwei would be better off just being alone, or should he rent a few small benches from a nearby stall and just plan to open the business
Seeing her writing and drawing, shopkeepers gathered around her. Zhong Xiaotao sells clothes. She had just laid out her clothes. When she saw Su Weiwei had finished writing, she came over and said, "Sister, what are you doing?"
Su Weiwei smiled, of course it was a waste of time!
In her previous life, when she opened an advertising agency, the company only had three billboards, but she boasted to her clients that she had dozens of them. Only when she got the order did she put down the billboards, and she relied on her bare hands to make the White Wolf Company bigger and bigger. , not only her, but those who do pre-sales on Taobao in later generations are all empty-handed? She has no money now, she is so poor that it is necessary to be a wolf with nothing! She felt no guilt.
"I'm writing slogans. No, the red cloth has already been written."
Su Weiwei hung up the red cloth and smiled: "Look! Is my handwriting okay?"
Zhong Xiaotao wants to say that her words are indeed good, but her grandfather can write, so there is nothing unusual about her words. The word Su Weiwei is not as strange as her appearance. The men and women setting up stalls at the temple fair all work for a living, but although Su Weiwei wears She is not good enough, but her skin is fair and translucent, and her hands are delicate. She looks like a rich lady in the city. She is good-looking and has a good temperament. She doesn't praise others, but she just thinks that this person is different from others. How can such a person set up a stall like them
And at least there is something for sale at the stall. Look at the slogan Su Weiwei hung -
game! Write from 1 to 600, and the person who wins can take away 10 yuan! No time limit, challenge welcome!
Zhong Xiaotao pulled her, obviously anxious, "Sister, you can't do this! Writing from 1 to 600 is too simple, isn't it? When you meet those literate students who go to school, you can write them accurately every time. Is it possible that you can't do it every time? You want to pay 10 yuan? I’m not telling you, if you stay up all day long, you will have to spend at least hundreds of dollars to go out, are you stupid?"
The old man who set the trap also advised: "No! Isn't this giving money to others? You, a little girl, look like you have never endured hardship. You must not do this!"
The aunt selling Liangpi next door also patted her thigh: "That's right, little girl, it's not what I told you, but my grandson is very good at math. He can write it accurately! It's really simple!"
The grandson who came to the meeting with him nodded shyly, "It's easy from 1 to 600. I should be able to write it out. Sister, 10 yuan is very expensive. You will lose money."
People these days are very enthusiastic.
Su Weiwei squinted his eyes and smiled: "Really? Then you challenge me. I brought the paper, and you write on it. If you write it correctly, I will give you 10 yuan. If you write it wrong... We are all neighbors, and I will give you money." I won’t accept it anymore, how about asking your grandma to give me two bowls of jelly?”
The little grandson looked at the aunt. The aunt smiled and patted her grandson on the shoulder. The jelly was all made at home and cost only a few dollars. It wouldn't be a problem to treat Su Weiwei to two bowls. She immediately agreed. The little grandson was full of confidence. He sat down on the ground and wrote very seriously because he was afraid of making mistakes. He started writing from 1 and wrote slowly. He wrote every word well.
He was very good at math in school. The teacher praised him for his talent in math. He never missed a math problem. How could he be wrong with such a simple count? At first, he wrote very easily, because the numbers in front were small and easy to write. When he wrote more than one hundred, he felt clearly anxious. Gradually, he became less and less confident. By the time he wrote more than two hundred, he already felt anxious. It needed to be checked several times to ensure the accuracy. After writing more than three hundred words, his eyes started to blur. After writing more than four hundred words, he began to lose his mind and think about what was there and what was not.
But he still managed to finish it. It took him more than 20 minutes. He gave the paper to Su Weiwei. Su Weiwei finished checking it with a smile, pointed at the paper and said:
"Look, there are 10 missing numbers in the middle here, and here, you wrote 457 as 451. There are more mistakes later. See for yourself!"
The little grandson was stunned, it was impossible. Although he got distracted in the middle, he checked it several times and there was absolutely nothing wrong.
But upon inspection, Su Weiwei was right. He made many mistakes. When the aunt saw this, she patted her thigh and said, "It's strange! Why can't you do such a simple thing right?"
Others came to challenge. Su Weiwei smiled and said: "If you come to challenge, you will have to pay money. Before the challenge, you must pay a deposit of 1 yuan. If you lose, I will take the money. If you win, I will give you 10 yuan."
A middle-aged man wearing glasses came to challenge. He wiped his sleeves and said: "I have been a math teacher all my life, and I don't believe that I can't do such a simple thing."
Su Weiwei smiled: "1 yuan deposit."
The man took out a dollar and put it on the table.
Su Weiwei smiled and gave him a piece of paper. The man was confident. He took out a pen from his coat pocket and started writing. The more he wrote, the more he sweated. In the end, his hair was wet. After wiping the sweat, he paused for a moment and said, "Can I take a break?" ?”
"Yes, there is no time limit, but try not to rest for too long, because I have limited seats here."
The man nodded to express his understanding. Su Weiwei was a young and beautiful woman, and no man would find trouble with her. There were still several people who wanted to challenge and they all sat down. Su Weiwei gave them papers, and several of them paid a dollar. Confidence Written all over the ground.
After he came to challenge, more and more people were watching. Even though Su Weiwei didn't sell anything here, the crowd was the largest, even more than the people next door. The more people there were, the more people there were. When they wanted to come in, everyone thought Su Weiwei was selling some rare items, but when they gathered around, they realized that she was not selling anything. Looking at the slogan again, what? This is OK! Just write from 1 to 600. Is this not unusual? Although life is difficult for everyone these days, many people drop out of school at a young age, and many are illiterate, but being able to count is basic. Anyone who has attended elementary school can write. Is this threshold too low? Besides, it’s just writing numbers. Some children in kindergarten can do it. Why would anyone dare to invent this kind of game to make money
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"I'll try!"
"I don't believe in evil anymore! Just wait and give me 10 yuan!"
"Sister, this friend of mine is a college student. He was one of the top ones in the county back then. He is very focused on his work. He will definitely be able to complete this game! Come on, Gangzi, show me your skills. We made 10 yuan. Let’s go back tonight to drink and eat meat!”
The college student named Gangzi looks polite and doesn't seem to take Su Weiwei's game to heart. He is an educated person. Most of the temple fairs are filled with uneducated people. They say that knowledge determines destiny. It is difficult for him to be an educated person. How can we lose to these uneducated people? He didn't take this game to heart. As one of the top students in the county, he was very confident in his mathematics. Besides, he was not good at mathematics. He just wrote numbers. How could he not write them
After a while, there were seven or eight challengers sitting in front of Su Weiwei's stall. These people were full of confidence at the beginning, but were sweating profusely by the end of writing.
At that moment, the aunt brought two bowls of jelly.
"Thank you, aunt."
Seeing Su Weiwei's sweet mouth, the aunt smiled and handed the jelly to the two children, "Shall I bring you a bowl too?"
"No, I have eaten in the morning. I am very grateful that you can give the child jelly."
How could Auntie not see that she was in a difficult situation? Those who set up stalls here all set out at around three in the morning. No one had a good breakfast. Looking at what Liang Xiaomei and bb were wearing, Su Weiwei's family must not be rich. When it came to this morning, bb and Liang Xiaomei were staring at other people's houses. Ma Tuan made her drool. If she had money, could Su Weiwei not buy it for her child
The aunt knew it well. She was also used to living in poverty. A few years ago, the man in her family died, and it was not easy to take care of the children. If someone helped her, she could remember it for decades, so she simply turned around and picked it up again. A bowl was thrust into Su Weiwei's hand. Su Weiwei wanted money, but she didn't want it.
"They are all made at home, so don't be polite to auntie, but girl, just tell auntie, do you have any tips for this game?"