The Science Fiction World of Xueba

Excited, Wang Muhui quickly squeezed in from the crowd of onlookers, and saw Pang Xuelin bending over his desk, writing couplets on red paper.

Although only the most common brush is used, the brush moves freely and smoothly, giving people an extremely smooth and comfortable visual experience.

Even if Wang Muhui doesn't know calligraphy, she can tell that Pang Xuelin's handwriting is beautiful.

Most of the onlookers were villagers from the nearby villages of Qinglin Town, and not many people could read. Pang Xuelin's handwriting, which is regarded as the top Xingkai among amateur calligraphy lovers, naturally won bursts of applause.

What's more, Pang Xuelin also catered to the needs of the villagers very much. He didn't write those literary couplets, but wrote the Spring Festival couplets that were straightforward and easy to understand.

Like what is good luck all year round, all kinds of treasures come into the house; all wishes come true, good luck, people and family are in harmony with the stars; A pair that was given away at an event near the Spring Festival.

Although vulgar, but people like it.

Not to mention, there is Pang Xuelin's beautiful calligraphy.

Therefore, Pang Xuelin's stall has attracted crowds of onlookers since the stall was set up at eight o'clock in the morning.

After confirming that the person who set up the stall was Pang Xuelin, Wang Muhui was not in a hurry. She quietly moved her body aside and watched with a smile that Pang Xuelin was writing pairs while doing business with the villagers.

"Uncle, here are the Spring Festival couplets and wall calendar you want. Originally, they cost three yuan. Now I will give you a 20% discount for the Spring Festival couplets. Just give me two yuan and eighty yuan."

"Auntie, it doesn't matter if you can't read, I'll write you a lottery pair and stick it on the door of your house to ensure that everything goes well for you in the coming year, and good luck will come..."

"Brother..."

...

Time passed by, and before he knew it, there were fewer and fewer years, wall calendars, and old almanacs on Pang Xuelin's booth, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

After the last New Year picture was also bought, Pang Xuelin started to pack up the booth.

At this time, Pang Xuelin saw another figure standing in front of his booth from the corner of his eyes.

He quickly said: "I'm sorry, business can't be done today. The New Year pictures, wall calendars, and old almanacs have all been sold out, and the red paper for writing Spring Festival couplets is gone..."

As Pang Xuelin said, he raised his head and couldn't help showing surprise on his face: "Mu Hui, why are you here?"

"I'm coming to see you!"

There was an inexplicable brilliance in Wang Muhui's eyes, and she smiled and said, "Mr. Pang, I didn't expect you to write so well. Is there anything else you don't know?"

Pang Xuelin smiled a little embarrassedly and said: "There are so many things I don't know. Besides, my calligraphy is not very good. It's just practiced in my spare time. It's a last resort to show my shame today."

Wang Muhui smiled and said, "You are self-effacing. Didn't you see that everyone came here to buy for your couplets? By the way, how much money did you make today? Have you ever calculated it?"

"I count!"

Pang Xuelin poured out the dimes and coins from a plastic bag.

"Let me count for you!"

Wang Muhui squatted down,

Count together with Pang Xuelin.

Ten minutes later, Pang Xuelin said: "A total of three hundred and seventy-eight yuan!"

Wang Muhui said: "How much did you spend on the purchase?"

Pang Xuelin said: "The purchase cost 270 yuan, the New Year pictures, the wall calendar, and the old yellow calendar add up to 220 yuan, the red paper, brush, and ink cost 10 yuan, and the folding table and folding chair cost 40 yuan."

Wang Muhui raised her head and said in surprise, "In other words, you earned more than 100 this morning! If you don't count folding tables and folding chairs, your gross profit is close to 150."

You know, Wang Muhui is now working in Lincheng Daily, and her salary during the internship period is only 280 yuan. The money Pang Xuelin earns in one morning is almost equivalent to half a month's salary.

Even Pang Xuelin himself was a little unbelievable.

It is no wonder that in this era, there will be a wave of enterprises and institutions. The entire Chinese market is almost equivalent to a virgin land that has not been cultivated. Anyone with a little bit of aggressiveness and luck can make a fortune.

Wang Muhui sighed: "Mr. Pang, you are making money so fast... I want to quit my job and go to the market with you to set up a stall."

Pang Xuelin smiled and said, "This kind of business is only easy to do in the half month before the Chinese New Year."

Wang Muhui rolled his eyes at him, and said with a chuckle: "Mr. Pang, that's all I said. But it's past eleven o'clock, and I haven't eaten since I went out in the morning. You made so much money today, I don't care. I'm going to eat local tyrants!"

"No problem, let's go, let's go to the restaurants in the town and order whatever you want."

Pang Xuelin folded the bench and table and fixed them on the front bar of the classic Phoenix 28-inch bicycle.

This bicycle was Wang Chongqing's car. Knowing that Pang Xuelin was out today, he lent the bicycle to Pang Xuelin for delivery.

The two walked towards the center of the town. In the end, Wang Muhui didn't choose those big restaurants that looked good, but chose a fly restaurant that sold wontons and fried buns.

Add a small piece of white lard to the bowl, add dried shrimp, seaweed and mustard, then pour in the fragrant broth, add wontons, sprinkle with green onion, and serve with pan-fried buns that are also fried in lard .

Two people, a total of three yuan, the taste is even better than those wonton pan-fried buns that Pang Xuelin has eaten in the real world.

"Mu Hui, you're not acting like a local tyrant."

Pang Xuelin laughed.

Wang Muhui filled the wonton broth with a spoon, blew it lightly, then took a sip, narrowed her eyes with enjoyment and said, "I just like this one, I haven't had it for many years. I remember the first time I ate it, it was still More than ten years ago, when my parents were educated youths in the countryside, once they went into the mountains to cut trees in a large group, I was scared at home alone, ran out, lost my way, and walked outside for a day, tired and hungry At that time, an aunt in a state-run restaurant took me to her unit and ordered me a bowl of wontons with fried buns. It was the best food I have ever eaten in my life..."

Pang Xuelin smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to have such an experience. How did your parents find you later?"

Wang Muhui said: "When they came back from the mountains, they found that I was missing. They were terrified. Later, the whole brigade sent out to find me, and even the leaders of the commune were alarmed. Then the aunt heard about me and sent I sent it back. Fortunately, it was in that era. If it were now, I would have been abducted by human traffickers. Alas, human traffickers have become more and more rampant in recent years. I have only been in the newspaper for half a year, and I heard that There are no less than ten news stories about human traffickers..."

Pang Xuelin said: "The poorer people are, the less educated they are, the more they will have no bottom line. The problem of human traffickers can only be completely banned when society, economy, and technology develop to a certain level..."

Wang Muhui sighed: "That's what I said, but I really want to wait until that day, but I don't know when it will be."

For a while, the originally cheerful atmosphere at the table gradually became heavy.