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Chapter 4 Gong Kee Melon Stall (1)

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    When Gong Xiaojun saw off the last guest of the day, the quartz clock on the customs building not far away struck exactly 6 times.  He put away the cash box and electronic scale, yawned, stretched again, lay down on the mat on the floor and looked up at the sky.

    In fact, it should be around 11 o'clock at night at this time. The reason why the huge quartz clock on the customs building struck 6 times and pointed the hour hand to 8 o'clock is because it started to move a few years ago.  Since then, no one has bothered to take care of it, such as oiling the mechanical parts or adjusting the needles that have gone astray, like a child abandoned by hating parents at birth.  The manufacturer who produced it seems to have installed a certain electronic component in the wrong place. It walks freely and stops when it doesn¡¯t want to. Sometimes it runs fast for a few hours, and sometimes it slows down for a few hours. There is no pattern.  , not to mention the lack of accuracy at all, making the residents around it who can hear the bells feel dizzy all day long, and they don't even believe their own watches.  Angrily, the residents wrote a letter to the newspaper office, hoping that the customs could find someone to repair it, and said that it damaged the image of the city. This shows how procrastinated the customs' work style is, and can no longer meet the needs of reform and opening up.

    After a young editor of the newspaper received the manuscript, he found that the matter was indeed newsworthy, so he rode his bicycle to the Customs Building to have a look. After checking that it was correct, he edited and distributed it immediately, and accompanied it with a stern editor's note, saying that the Customs had such a style.  Without reform, there is no hope for reform and opening up.  The manuscript was sent to the editor-in-chief, but was shot mercilessly, while another reporter wrote a positive report on the customs that was about to appear in the headlines of the newspaper the next day.  The young editor couldn't help being very angry, and went to the editor-in-chief and asked loudly, should the news be authentic?  Does the news still speak for the people?

    In fact, the editor-in-chief had no choice but to do so. Of course he knew that the news had to be true, and of course he knew that the news was the tongue of the party and a bridge connecting the people.  The problem now is that a batch of modern printing equipment that the newspaper has just imported from the United States is being declared at the customs, and a deputy director of the customs who is strict in law enforcement has found that some procedures are not complete, and is preparing to deal with the newspaper, such as fines and criticism.  To provoke the customs at this time, don't you drop by with bare buttocks, looking for trouble when you have nothing to do?  As a result, the critical draft was withdrawn, and the commendatory draft was published in the newspaper. The newspaper office was exempted from the fine, and was invited by the customs, where they distributed souvenirs and had a delicious meal.  As for the quartz clock that lied about the time, it all depends on the self-consciousness of the customs or the self-consciousness of the quartz clock.

    Gong Xiaojun, who was lying on the ground looking at the sky, found that the sky was a little drowsy, and a layer of clouds and fog blocked his sight.  After more than half a month, Gong Xiaojun had a personal experience. Selling watermelons on the road is definitely not a job for a human being.  His head is swollen.  If he encounters all kinds of picky customers, he has to say good things to them like a grandson, for example, he has to call "big brother" when he meets people who are much younger than him.  Every night, he would sleep at the watermelon stand and look at the melons. Facing the empty road, he had a feeling of being abandoned.

    Above Gong Xiaojun's head, there is a large 200-watt light bulb, which is exuding scorching light at this time. On the right side of the light bulb, there are now two green grasshoppers calling.  People think of the lovelorn crying.

    In our northern city, many citizens are interested in small insects like grasshoppers as pets, just like southerners treat puppies as pets.  Southerners love dogs, while northerners are fond of grasshoppers. It's true that radishes and vegetables have their own preferences.  However, no one can tell why the citizens of this city suddenly like raising grasshoppers, and you raise them as well as I do, as if they have an infectious disease.  Hang the grasshopper on the balcony in summer, and put it in a gourd jar in winter and hold it in your arms, serving it with delicious food and drink, just to listen to it.  In fact, the grasshopper is probably the worst animal in the world. Its voice is hoarse, and it can only sing straight tunes without any ups and downs, just like some one-time popular singers, harsh  It's annoying.  However, the citizens are inexplicably tolerant towards Grasshopper, fond of Grasshopper, and take pain as happiness.

    The peasant brothers in the nearby suburbs are indeed good brothers with class consciousness. They know how to please the citizens and make them happy.  In summer, the peasant brothers catch grasshoppers all over the mountains and fields. Sometimes they don¡¯t even notice that their fingers are bitten by the irritable grasshoppers.  However, enlightenment is one thing, and benefits are another. It costs more than 50 cents a dog, which is much better than farming, and you would be a fool if you don¡¯t do it.  In late autumn, grasshoppers are worth a lot of money, and there is a special market, which is very lively.  Green and purple grasshoppers, jars to hold grasshoppers, and insects to feed grasshoppers are all over the market.  Grasshoppers at this time are not grown in the wild, but artificially propagated. Most of them are tender and have just moulted. They can only be sold for tens to hundreds of yuan, and there are also professional farmers who raise grasshoppers.  This kind of grasshopper is even weaker.?I have to wash it with tea once a day, the food is cotton worms with high nutritional value, and I often have to bask in the sun in front of the heater.  Of course, there are also books on raising grasshoppers, which are expensive but very sought-after.  There was once a well-known writer who wrote books all his life but failed to publish or sell a few books, so he gave up writing sadly. He devoted himself to raising grasshoppers and waited on them in fear of cold and heat.  Becoming the local "King of Grasshoppers", every day, people with grasshoppers come to their door to learn skills and exchange experiences.  His wife has been with him all her life, and her health is not very good. Looking at a grasshopper with a fat waist, a round waist and a good complexion, she couldn't help but feel sad. Once she cried and said, we have been married for decades, what are you doing?  Time has been so good to me?  Last spring, he wrote a book "Guide to Raising Grasshoppers" when he had nothing to do. He accidentally pointed it out.  Made money for myself.

    Gong Xiaojun bought these two grasshoppers this afternoon.  When buying grasshoppers, he also chatted with the little old man selling grasshoppers in the country for a long time, and they became friends. They agreed to cooperate in growing watermelons and selling watermelons next year.

    The little old man who sells grasshoppers looks over seventy years old and wears near-sighted glasses that look like the bottom of a bottle, but he is also hale and hearty, with a red face.  On his head was a battered straw hat without a top, from which a lock of white hair protruded like a dandelion bush.  He was pushing an old bicycle, and a big iron cage full of grasshoppers was tied to the frame. The grasshoppers in the cage were facing the dark sky of the city and screaming in despair.  The little old man was obviously dissatisfied with the cries of pain from the grasshoppers, he patted the cage of the grasshoppers, and said to himself, you should be happy that you have changed your life and enjoyed a happy life!  People in the city treat you well, why don't you know what's good or bad?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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