Seeing my father holding the fan and looking lonely, Liu Qingshan felt a little uncomfortable.

But he didn't say anything, and carried yam and rode his bike to the county town.

The vendors were already anxious. When they saw Liu Qingshan appear, they rushed up and shouted to buy yam.

Liu Qingshan had a headache: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, come one by one, today it's more than 300 kilograms, so don't be afraid of not being able to buy it."

This statement has no effect on the vendors. Should you squeeze or squeeze, or should you be anxious.

The fat uncle finally pushed away two women of the same age and squeezed in from under their plump breasts, which were facing each other, and his head was almost squeezed out. As soon as he entered the encirclement, he quickly shouted: "Everyone listens to me, line up, line up behind me, otherwise my son will catch you."

Hey, there is a son who is an official who is awesome. When the fat uncle called out, everyone was really out of the way, and they all lined up behind him.

Everyone is not afraid of his son, mainly because he is a good person to everyone. If anyone asks him to do something, he will definitely help, so everyone is willing to listen to him.

The fat uncle looked at Liu Qingshan and called yam, and laughed: "Boy, you don't know how popular your yam is. Many people come specifically for your yam. When I didn't sell your yam before, I couldn't sell many vegetables in a day, but since I started selling your yam, the sales of the green vegetables have been rising."

"Really? So magical?" Liu Qingshan couldn't believe it.

The fat uncle smiled and said, "Of course it's true. Those people come to buy yam. When they see other dishes on the vegetable stalls, they are quite fresh, so they will buy some, so the sales of vegetables have increased."

"That's great." Liu Qingshan was also happy for everyone, "I was worried that my yam would drag you down."

"Hi, there's nothing to do." Another vendor behind the fat uncle smiled, "If your yam is not easy to sell, we won't rush to buy it. You really think we are philanthropists."

Everyone was so happy that they all laughed.

Of course you will be happy if you have money to make money.

Liu Qingshan was also happy. After all, he sold more than 300 kilograms of yam today, but he earned more than 5,000 yuan.

Tot.

When I was on the construction site, I was deducted by the black foreman in various ways, even if I had worked for a month, I might not have had so much money.

But now, it only took two days to earn more than 5,000 yuan.

All of this is like a dream.

After selling the yam, I went to buy some fresh vegetables as my mother told me, and then returned to the town and went to the boss’s shop.

At noon, Liu Yuanhe came back from the mountain, and the firewood on his shoulder seemed to have become bigger again.

As soon as he put down the firewood, he saw the old woman running out of the house happily and said to him with an excited look: "Yuanhe, Yuanhe, go into the house and take a look."

"What are you doing?" Liu Yuanhe was still a little irritated by the disappearance of the electric fan.

After all, what disappeared was not an electric fan, but the son's admiration for him.

When my son grew up, he rarely looked at himself with that kind of gaze.

In his memory, when he helped his son to help him get a shot and took him to buy an electric fan, his son looked at him as if he was seeing a superhero on TV.

The eyes that were intertwined by admiration and admiration burst out from his son's clear big eyes, injected into his blood, merged into his bones, and became a light in his life. The light shone on him, making no matter when and where, how difficult life was, as long as he thinks of his son's admiration, he will burst out with infinite power in an instant.

And his 'father's stubbornness' is probably the sequelae left by that light.

It’s a pity that he failed to keep his son’s admiration, and now even the electric fan that witnessed everything was not allowed to keep it.

"Oh, you'll know when you go in and take a look." Wu Cuimei stood on the threshold, waved her hand, and then turned around happily. She seemed so happy.

"What the hell?" Liu Yuanhe muttered, and he really couldn't imagine what good thing could make his wife so happy.

Really pregnant with a second child?

Bah, I'm still talking about this when I'm seventy and eighty.

He was a little confused and followed him in, but as soon as he reached the door of the main hall, he was stunned.

The door of the main hall is opposite the south.

Although there is a patio at the door of the main hall, there are two small rooms side by side in front of the main hall. However, the small rooms are low and the patio is spacious, so the bright sun in the sky still scattered into the main hall.

Therefore, even if the main hall has no windows and only two side doors, it is still very bright.

In this bright light, his stinky son was squatting on the ground and assembling a high-legged electric fan.

The high legs of the electric fan have been assembled, but the fan blade and the cover are missing.

Seeing this scene, Liu Yuanhe was a little moved.

Damn, I was a little moved!

After all, I am almost fifty years old, how can I be so naive? I was moved by my son's actions?

It doesn't exist!

"Are you stupid?" Liu Yuanhe stared at his son. He wanted to be moved silently and didn't speak, but he couldn't help it. However, people like him would definitely not say anything good, so when they opened their mouths, they could only be like this.

Liu Qingshan turned around and glanced at his father: "You are stupid. Your whole family is stupid."

"You are not stupid, why are you buying an electric fan? How many months have you been? You are still buying an electric fan. Do you think you are stupid?"

Liu Qingshan gave his father a blank look, said nothing, and continued assembly.

"Oh, what do you know?" Wu Cuimei clapped Liu Yuanhe, "This is not a fan."

"What's this a fan?" Liu Yuanhe thought he was not blind and could see clearly. The ones placed in the room were just fans.

"This is an electric heating fan. Do you understand? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"Electric Heating Fan?" Liu Yuanhe didn't believe it, so he walked into the main hall and looked through the box next to him. Sure enough, he saw three big words "Electric Heating Fan" on the outside of the box.

Forehead.

"Electric heating fan is also a type of electric fan." Liu Yuanhe forced his argument, "It's just for a hot day and a cold day. What's the difference?"

Seeing that the old man was hard-mouthed and had to argue even though he had admitted the wrong thing, Wu Cuimei would not give in to him: "Yes, yes, this is an electric fan, come on. Since it is an electric fan, don't install it, Qingshan, don't install it. Now the weather is cold, and you still use an electric fan. Others must not treat us as fools. Don't install it."

When Liu Qingshan heard this, he threw away the wide screwdriver in his hand and said, "Okay, I'll just return it. I originally thought that you could use it to warm the room for a while before going to bed at night. Now it seems that there is no need, right?"

"What to retreat? Get it quickly." Liu Yuanhe picked up the screwdriver on the ground and planned to do it himself.

But I have no choice but I don’t have enough energy and IQ, so I have nowhere to attack a bunch of screws.

Seeing my father like this, Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing: "Oh, get out of the way, let me do it. You said you don't understand, you still have to pretend to understand. *** once said something, if you don't understand, you have to ask. You can't pretend to understand, do you understand?"

If you don’t understand, you have to ask. Is this what *** said?

After installing the electric heating fan, Liu Yuanhe couldn't wait to power on and try it out, and planned to take a photo and send it to the WeChat group.

But Liu Qingshan refused: "Dad, why are you so proud? Isn't it just an electric heating fan? It's not that others have seen it before. If you buy an electric heating fan and send it to the Internet to show off, you have a lot of problems."

If I buy a car in the future, would you have to use a loudspeaker to call the whole village?

Liu Qingshan didn't say this. After all, there was not a single word yet.

The electric fan broke, so his son bought an electric heating fan. Liu Yuanhe was very happy, so he wanted to show off to his group members. He didn't want to show off that he bought an electric heating fan, but he just wanted to pretend to inadvertently show off that he had such a considerate son from the side.

But who knows that not only does not support him, but also thinks that he has something wrong with him.

Yes, my son is still the same son, and it is all an illusion for considerate things.

However, he was not angry either.

My wife has a new kitchen and he has an electric heating fan, which he thinks is pretty good.
Chapter completed!