"What do you mean by that? You can eat the watermelon. I'm still young.”
Yi Yongqing laughed.
"Are you still young? In the past, a young man like you could even do soy sauce.”
Madam said with a smile.
"Isn't this the new dynasty? It was not fashionable to get married so early. They were free to fall in love and get married whenever they wanted.”
Yi Yongqing chatted with his wife for a while before going back to wash up and sleep.
He still had to work tomorrow.
The next day, as soon as he went to work, Yi Yongqing began to ask if there were any abandoned bicycles. He asked Hou Jianjun, He Liping, and some people he knew to help him ask.
In the end, there really was one. After work in the afternoon, Yi Yongqing spent ten yuan to get a broken bicycle back. He placed it at the door and took a few tools from the lucky draw to get busy.
"Whose car is it?"
His adoptive mother asked him.
"It's a friend's. Let me fix it."
Yi Yongqing didn't dare to tell the truth. Otherwise, he would be a speculator. He could do it but couldn't say it. It was fine as long as he understood in his heart.
There were many problems with the bicycle. It was also very old, but they were all ordinary problems. Yi Yongqing bought five yuan worth of materials from the repair shop and spent more than an hour to repair it himself.
He could ride it, but it wasn't very good. He sent it to Uncle He's house before dark and sold it for 18 yuan.
"This car isn't very good. It can only be sold at this price. I don't know if it can be sold or not. Look at the chain clattering. If you didn't send it from so far away, I wouldn't have given this price.”
Uncle He shook the chain.
"Thank you!"
Yi Yongqing was also very content. After all his hard work, he had also reaped the rewards. He had earned three yuan and was very happy.
He was one step closer to his goal of a new car that cost more than 150 yuan.
Uncle He asked Yi Yongqing to ride a bicycle halfway. Then, the two of them parted ways. Yi Yongqing walked home in the dark, while Uncle He rode back.
"Hey, is it a gift from someone else again?"
When Yi Yongqing returned home, Yi Zhonghai and a middle-aged woman had yet to rest when they saw Yi Yongqing carrying a snakeskin bag. It was oval in shape and probably contained watermelons like yesterday.
"How can I send it back and forth? I bought it, I bought it.”
Yi Yongqing laughed. If he said that he was going to give her a present, would he send half of it to Qin Huairu's house?
Watermelons weren't worth much these days. Watermelons that weighed about ten catties couldn't even be sold for a few cents. This wasn't meat either. The people lacked oil and water, so meat and vegetables were more valuable.
However, it was also Yi Yongqing who worked hard to bring it back, so the shipping fee was very valuable.
"I'll leave it for you first. Who can afford a big watermelon a day?”
A middle-aged woman said unhappily and walked over to take the watermelon away.
"Isn't it just food?"
"It's easy to spoil."
Yi Yongqing begged with a bitter face.
"It doesn't go bad that easily. Can't it be left for two days before eating?”
Yi Zhonghai said with a stern face.
"Whatever you say."
Yi Yongqing said aggrievedly.
"We'll eat tomorrow, we'll eat tomorrow.”
A middle-aged woman put down the watermelons and came to smooth things over.
"Mom, you're still the best!"
Yi Yongqing gave his adoptive mother a hug and smiled.
"Morality! Alright, it's already so late. Hurry up and rest.”
Yi Zhonghai smiled.
In three days, Yi Yongqing brought back three more bicycles. They were all repaired and sent to Uncle He to sell. He earned a total of 14 yuan.
Every day, he would bring back some vegetables and fruits, and once, he would even bring back a few eels. However, Yi Yongqing had paid for them, otherwise, he would be embarrassed to take them for free.
Yi Yongqing didn't have much money on hand now. He couldn't afford to buy a new abandoned car. He could only exchange for some old and broken cars to accumulate funds.
He originally had 22.3 yuan in cash, but he earned 17 yuan. He spent some money on snacks and so on, leaving him with 37.5 yuan.
He also asked He Yuzhu to ask if there were any scrapped bicycles in the rolling mill, but He Yuzhu was not very concerned. Because he was repairing bicycles at home, Yi Zhonghai finally understood what Yi Yongqing was doing.
After work on Friday, Yi Zhonghai returned with a new bicycle.
"Hey, Old Yi bought a new car!”
"What brand is it?"
The Third Master, Yan Bugui, was strolling in the front yard, his face full of envy.
He was raising six people on his own salary, and his eldest son, Yan Jiecheng, was still dating. He didn't know when he would be able to save money to buy a car.
"Pigeon. I bought it for my son."
Yi Zhonghai said proudly. Although he was an adopted son, he was raised like his own son. Yi Yongqing had never been short of food and clothing.
After discussing with an auntie, they decided to buy a bicycle for Yi Yongqing.
"This car is really beautiful. The light is reflected, the texture, the wheels, the frame, and the seat cushion. No matter how you look at it, it looks good.”
"The peach blossoms are shining. No, that's not right."
"It should be as beautiful as peaches and plums and as cold as ice.”
"How much did you buy it for?"
Yan Bugui walked over and rubbed the brand new bicycle with his palm as if he was admiring a piece of beautiful jade.
"One hundred and fifty-five dollars."
Yi Zhonghai was also quite happy. Although he was not good at it, the feeling of filling a cup was quite good.
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