Chapter 35 (1/2)
Because there was no bus in the southern suburbs, and considering that he might need to buy a lot of food materials, Yehong had to borrow his electric tricycle from his neighbor, Dong.
Old Dong is the owner of Dong's barbecue shop next door. He always has a smile on his fat round face, just like a Maitreya Buddha.
He drove his tricycle to the market every day.
Old Dong's temper is very good, and Yehong's father Yexiao is very similar, the two often get together to drink a little wine.
But his wife, Xiao Chunlan, was mean.
Hearing that Yehong wanted to borrow a tricycle, the old Dong didn't think about it and agreed directly.
On the contrary, Xiao Chunlan's face was a little ugly, and whispered a few words from the old Dong: ”I know to borrow things all day long, and other people's houses can still charge some rent if they borrow a car for a day.
You'd better lend it to others without any reason. What a pig's head you can't do business with
Although Xiao Chunlan's voice is small, where can we hide from the night Hong who has been strengthened by hearing.
Ye Hong frowned and said to old Dong, ”Uncle Dong, open a price. You can't borrow your car in vain.”
Old Dong immediately glared at Xiao Chunlan, and then said with a bold smile: ”Stinky boy, you've been neighbors with Uncle Dong for so many years. Don't you know your uncle Dong's temper?
Don't mention money or not. If you mention uncle Dong again, you won't be able to borrow it! ”
Xiao Chunlan also seems to have no idea that night Hong can listen to his words, suddenly some embarrassed dry smile, but also dare not say what.
Some of the inner unhappiness was instantly dispelled by the old Dong's attitude. Ye Hong could not help nodding with a smile: ”thank you, uncle Dong.”
Yehong used to drive a tricycle from his grandfather in the countryside, so he drove it on the road easily.
Tricycles are probably about the same age as Dong.
The rusty body of the car, driving on the main road, kept making a clanging noise, as if it might break up at any time.
Many passers-by pointed at the old tricycle and made fun of it.
”When will the iron sheet be able to run on the road?”