The Pentium Era - South to North

After withdrawing the money, Zhang Chen rode home. The landlord had a tricycle that they used to deliver vegetables to the Sanliting Farmers Market every early morning. They came back at noon and parked it in the yard in the afternoon. They would not use it again. Zhang Chen decided Ask him to borrow a tricycle and go to Dongxin Road to buy fabrics. Otherwise, he really doesn't know where to find a car this time.

At the entrance of the Dongxin Road Fabric Market, every time Zhang Chen went there, there were two or three tricycles parked. But at that time, the reputation of "De'erge (tricycle drivers)" in Hangzhou was very bad. They would charge a lot of money, especially depending on who you were. Foreigners, after you ask the price, it won't work if you don't let him pull it.

Anyway, I have to ride a bicycle there. How different will it be from riding a bicycle to riding a tricycle? You can also save on shipping costs.

In addition, he also wanted to tell Zhao Zhigang and the others that it was best to work overtime at night to help them catch some goods, otherwise they would have nothing to sell in their stall tomorrow. Now go tell them that they should prepare more. Get some sleep, get some more sleep.

Zhang Chen returned home and saw a tricycle parked in the yard. The landlord, who had probably just come back, was sitting in the cool place in front of the hall. There were two plates of food on the square stool in front of him, and he was sitting on a bamboo chair. , drinking old wine leisurely.

When he saw Zhang Chen, the landlord called, "Come on, come over and have a drink."

Zhang Chen quickly told him, I just had dinner and I would like to borrow your tricycle to pull something.

"Where are you going?" asked the landlord.

"Dongxin Road Fabric Market."

"That's a bit of a road. Do you know how to ride? If not, I'll help you go there."

"Yeah, I've learned this before." Zhang Chen smiled.

"Okay, then you ride away."

Zhang Chen parked his bicycle, got on the tricycle, and made a U-turn in the yard. The landlord smiled and said, "Hey, I can't tell, it's good, the ride was pretty smooth."

Zhang Chen waved his hand and rushed out of the courtyard on his tricycle.

It all depends on Haicheng. At Yilin's house, when they have nothing to do, he and Liu Ligan will ride Yilin's mother's tricycle below to play. Unexpectedly, it will come in handy today. It seems that he has many skills and is not overwhelmed. That's right.

Zhang Chen rode a tricycle and arrived at the door of Zhao Zhigang's tailor shop. The two of them had not taken a nap today and were working there. Zhang Chen walked in. Zhao Zhigang saw it was him and asked, "Why are you here now?"

Zhang Chen told them that he was going to buy fabrics now and would make cotton and linen shirts next.

"How are the sales of the ones you took this morning?" Caidi asked.

"We've almost sold it. When I left, there were still three pieces left."

"That's not bad. I just said these styles are all very beautiful." Caidi said.

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "So I have to go in to buy fabrics. I heard that you are addicted to working overtime at night. How about you help me get some out tonight?"

Zhao Zhigang and Caidi agreed almost at the same time.

Zhang Chen asked: "By the way, are the accessories still good?"

"How much are your buttons per pack?" Zhao Zhigang asked.

"three hundred."

"How much more do you have to do tonight?"

"You can make as many as you can. I'd better make a hundred pieces. It's better to wait for goods than for people to wait for goods."

"The buttons are not enough. Bring back two more bags."

Zhang Chen said yes.

Zhao Zhigang stretched his head to look at the tricycle outside and asked, "Are you going to ride a tricycle?"

Zhang Chen said yes.

Zhao Zhigang put down what he was doing and said, "Then I will go with you."

"Don't you have to work here?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Just a skirt, she can do it by herself."

Caidi raised her hand and waved, and Zhao Zhigang walked out of the store and jumped on the side of the tricycle.

Zhang Chen still took the shortcut. When he saw the uphill slope, Zhao Zhigang jumped out of the car and pushed him from behind. When he reached the downhill slope, he jumped into the car again.

The two people talked all the way, and it seemed that the road was not that long. However, at noon, the sun was still very poisonous. After a while, the two of them were almost melted. After riding this tricycle for a long time, there was no The bicycle is so light, and even with a person on it, Zhang Chen is already out of breath and feels like he is going to collapse from suffocation.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhigang also felt it. More often, he stopped getting in the car and instead ran with it.

Zhang Chen saw a small shop on the roadside and stopped. The two of them drank a bottle of iced Coca-Cola. Zhang Chen saw bags of Rendan and ten drops of water in plastic bottles on the counter, so he bought Rendan. , one pack per person, pour it into your mouth, and drink it with Coca-Cola.

Zhang Chen bought ten more bottles of ten drops of water, bit open two of them with his teeth, and drank them. He asked Zhao Zhigang to drink too. Zhao Zhigang shook his head and said that it was too unpleasant to drink and would make him want to vomit.

"Drink it even if you feel like vomiting. It's better than fainting from heatstroke."

Zhang Chen cursed. Zhao Zhigang also bit open a bottle and drank it. He only drank half of the bottle and spit it out in one gulp. He bent his head to the side and retched. Zhang Chen knew that he couldn't force it and had no choice but to give up. I put the remaining ten drops of water into my bag and kept it for later. I asked the boss for two bottles of Coca-Cola before setting off on the road.

When they arrived at the Dongxin Road Fabric Market, Zhang Chen rode his tricycle directly through the gate, parked it at the door of the store, jumped out of the car, and instead of walking into the store, he first went to the bathroom at the end of the corridor, where there was a washbasin. , there was a sink for washing mops next to the washstand. Zhang Chen turned on the faucet of the sink, put his head under the faucet, and flushed it.

Zhao Zhigang was at the washstand nearby, taking cupfuls of water with both hands and splashing it on his face.

Under the sun, I didn't feel it when I kept exercising. When I arrived in the shade, my head was still hit by the water, but Zhang Chen felt that the sweat on his body was spurting out, flowing down his back and stomach, and his shorts were covered with sweat. All wet.

Zhang Chen simply took off his shirt, rubbed it twice in the water, and then wiped himself up with his clothes. Seeing this, Zhao Zhigang took off his outer shirt as well, and there was a vest inside. He took the water with his hands and put it in He patted his shoulders, rolled up the hem of his vest, revealing a section of his white belly, and patted his belly with wet hands.

Zhang Chen laughed at him, "Why don't you have fun like this with me?"

Zhao Zhigang smiled and blushed, but never took off his vest.

Finally feeling his whole body cool down, Zhang Chen picked up the bag on the sink and walked back shirtless. The boss was standing in the corridor at the door. He still remembered Zhang Chen and saw that they were riding a tricycle. , knowing that he was here to buy fabrics.

"Here we come." The boss greeted Zhang Chen, and Zhang Chen said he was here.

The boss handed over the cigarette and Zhang Chen took it in his hand. The boss handed it to Zhao Zhigang. Zhao Zhigang said, "I don't know how to smoke."

The five rolls of cotton and linen were folded in half and rolled into a roll. Each roll was as thick as an oil barrel. Zhang Chen felt worried when he looked at it. He thought to himself, if this is a measure, how can it be measured? It is easy to roll it out. If you want to roll it again, If you go back, you will be in trouble.

"How many will you take today?" the boss asked.

"Take all five." Zhang Chen said.

The boss walked to the table, opened the drawer, brought five small pieces of paper over, and said to Zhang Chen, this is the original label. You just cut it to five meters and never sold it.

Zhang Chen took it and looked at it. The product name and meter number were complete. It was originally written in blue and black ink, but now it has faded to the point where it is almost hard to see clearly. The production unit printed below is Hangcheng Cotton Textile Factory. After the manufacturing date, A red stamp: June 18, 1985.

The Hangcheng Cotton Textile Factory has now closed down, but the label will definitely be correct, if the boss really never sells it again after buying it.

"You can measure it if you want. We'll open the rolls one by one and measure them," the boss said.

"Forget it, I believe you, if you want to measure it, you have to measure it as long as you want." Zhang Chen said.

"Okay, boss, you are easy to talk to, and I am easy to talk to. In this way, I won't refund you the money last time. I will pay you three and nine yuan today, okay?"

Zhang Chen looked at the roll label in his hand. The smallest roll was two hundred and forty-two meters long. Calculating it this way, the boss had obviously taken care of himself.

"You can sell it for three seven dollars."

Zhao Zhigang was on the side and suddenly said loudly. The boss glanced at him and his face turned red, but he continued:

"This fabric has been stored for such a long time. If measured, it will have shrunk by at least seven or eight meters. Also, no one knows whether it has been soaked in water for such a long time. If it has been soaked in water, the area will be brittle. The entire paragraph cannot be used..."

"Okay, okay, that's it, three dollars and seven for you." The boss waved his hand and shouted impatiently.

The bundle of fabric was so big that the tricycle had to put down the tailgate to put down three rolls vertically. There were two more rolls. The three people lifted them up and piled them horizontally on top. The boss took out strips of cloth from the store and tied them tightly. , by the way, he pressed the side rails of the tricycle with his hands, looked at the tires, and told Zhang Chen that cotton and linen are very heavy, weighing five to six hundred kilograms here, so be careful when riding back, lest the tires burst.

Zhang Chen quickly said thank you to the boss.

Walking back to the store to check out, Zhang Chen took a fancy to three bundles of large plaid fabrics. He thought it would be good to use this for a windbreaker. He asked Zhao Zhigang, how much fabric would be needed to make a waist-cinching windbreaker?

"One meter and twenty-five meters." Zhao Zhigang said without thinking.

When making samples, Zhang Chen became bolder. He no longer followed the ratio of 1:2:1, but made it according to 2:4:2. Only in this way can he know whether a style is good or not. He made a sample first. I made the other seven items without any problems.

"For eight pieces, is ten meters enough?" Zhang Chen asked.

"It's definitely enough."

Zhang Chen asked the boss to give him ten meters of rice. This time, the boss cut it off without saying a word. He didn't increase the price and gave it to him at three yuan and seven dollars.

The boss handed him a pen, and Zhang Chen asked, "What for?"

"Make a mark yourself, and you will know whether I have sold it next time you come here." The boss told him, and it seemed that he was also a real person.

Zhang Chen took the pen and wrote a very small word "Zhang" on the corners of the three rolls of fabric. After writing, he thought to himself, this is really the wisdom of the working people.

After paying the money and getting ready to go on the road, Zhang Chen opened his bag, bit open another bottle of ten drops of water, drank it, and handed a bottle to Zhao Zhigang. Zhao Zhigang ran away as if he had been shocked, and Zhang Chen laughed.

Zhang Chen patted the side rails of the tricycle and told Zhao Zhigang, "You can sit here."

Zhao Zhigang remembered his boss's words and never dared to sit down again. He said it was too heavy and I pushed him from behind.

In such a hot weather, once you take off your clothes, you can't put them back on. Zhang Chen simply continued riding three wheels shirtless. Zhao Zhigang ran behind him. When he encountered potholes or going uphill, he would catch up and catch him from behind. Hold the railing of the tricycle and lift the tricycle as high as possible.

Carrying such a heavy load of fabrics, Zhang Chen did not dare to take a shortcut. They rode for almost two hours before they reached the entrance of the East Station Small Commodity Market.

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