The customer who customized the sofa walked into the furniture factory the next day as agreed. Yang Liufang invited him into the reception room and took out the drawings he drew last night. Although it was just a simple pencil drawing, he could already see the two sets of sofas. Outline. Combined with the annotations, you basically have its complete shape in your mind. There are two sets of drawings in total. The Chinese-style sofa is rich and dignified, and the European-style sofa is exquisite and luxurious. Customers like it very much. In the end, due to price reasons, the customer settled on a Chinese-style set.
"Boss, it will take me three months to deliver this sofa to you."
"That long?"
"Well, it can be completed in one or two months, but during this period I have to go back to my hometown to apply for an ID card, so I can't delay this. If you are in a hurry, you can go to Xizhou City to buy it."
"How much does it cost?"
"This set costs 2,500. The work and materials are included."
"Oh, then I'd better wait for you."
"Okay, then you pay a deposit and I'll start preparing the wood."
Yang Liufang hurriedly and slowly completed the renovation of the old desks and chairs on June 20. He couldn't wait for the workers to polish and paint, so he explained everything to Ah Fu and the village chief Shitou, and then returned to Wenzhou to handle it himself. I got my ID card.
Since there is no direct train connection between Wenzhou and Xizhou, he could only buy a train ticket back to Hangzhou with Zhang Feng's help. When the weather is hot in June and July, there are very few people taking green vans without air conditioning to go to other places, so tickets are relatively easy to buy.
For two days and two nights, the bored Yang Liufang slept on the train until he felt dizzy, and finally arrived at Hangzhou Railway Station after wading through mountains and rivers. Carrying a large travel bag, he walked out of the Japanese-style building hall and was quickly surrounded by hot and humid air. Looking back, everything seems so familiar. This is where he started his journey to build his dream in Xizhou. Every scene seems like yesterday.
Since he had luggage to carry, Yang Liufang called a yellow fish car and took him to Wulinmen Long Distance Station. After paying, I walked into the ticket office of the long-distance station. After asking, the ticket to Wenzhou was only for the next day. Before departure, Li Tongfu told him that due to the large number of people going out to do business in Wenzhou, it was very difficult to buy bus tickets from Hangzhou to Wenzhou. If he couldn't buy them, he could only buy high-priced tickets from scalpers.
"Scalpers?" Yang Liufang was puzzled, "Can scalpers still sell tickets?"
"It's the ticket seller."
"Oh, how do I contact them."
"Waiting at the station. It's best if you have a refund. If you wander around the station without a refund, someone will take the initiative to strike up a conversation with you."
"I understand, brother."
Yang Liufang was carrying his luggage bag and wandering at the entrance of the ticket hall. After a while, a handsome young man walked up to him and asked in a low voice: "Do you want a ticket? It's from Wenzhou."
"Yes, how much does it cost?"
"One hundred, at four o'clock in the afternoon."
"It's so expensive. I just asked at the window, isn't it 34.6?"
"Isn't that no ticket?"
"Can I get a discount?"
"Let's do this, 95, no more."
"Okay, but I want to see if the ticket is genuine." Yang Liufang was more thoughtful.
"I promise it's true, don't worry."
"That won't work. If I'm not sure what I should do with him?"
"Okay, I'll take you to the window for verification."
After arriving at the window, the conductor checked to make sure the ticket was genuine, and Yang Liu paid. After getting the ticket, Yang Liufang saw that it was still a long time before the departure time, so he walked out of the station with his luggage bag and went to the door to find something to eat. He clearly remembered the fried dough stick stall at the door and wondered if it was open at this time.
Yang Liufang walked out and on the left hand side of the station entrance, he saw the couple selling fried dough sticks soliciting customers at the door of the store. He walked up to buy two fried dough sticks and ordered a bowl of spicy soup. While they were busy serving soup and fried fried dough sticks, Yang Liufang asked about the Henan chef who helped him.
"Boss, let me ask you a question."
"Oh. Who is it? Tell me."
"In August and September last year, a truck driver from Henan brought a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old here. He bought a few fried dough sticks for the boy here. Do you still remember it?"
"Henan driver?" The fried dough stick stall owner thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I have no impression. There are so many people coming and going here, with hundreds of thousands of customers every day. I really can't remember it."
"Oh, it's okay, thank you."
After Yang Liufang finished eating fried dough sticks and spicy soup, he walked out of the store and was surrounded by several people selling products.
"Boss, do you want leather shoes? Genuine leather, for export to domestic sales." Yang Liufang was a little dumbfounded listening to this familiar introduction. He recalled the embarrassing look when Li Tongfu led him to sell shoes.
"Sorry, no, last year I was selling shoes here just like you."
"Why don't we get a pair? They are all traveling together."
"Come together! If I buy a pair for you, do you also want to buy a pair for me? So let's make it even. Please ask other people." Yang Liufang said and walked forward. Before he had gone far, he was followed by a vendor selling electric toys.
"Boss, are you back from a business trip? Bring a gift for your child. There are all kinds of toys."
"Thank you, no need. I'm not even married, so where can I have children?"
Yang Liufang wanted to take a stroll, but was disturbed by these small vendors along the way. Yang Liufang took the trouble. Suddenly I had the idea that "the industry and commerce should come to arrest them, it's too chaotic." He simply turned around and went back to the station. When he arrived at the waiting hall, he bought a copy of "People's Daily" for 30 cents, sat on the floor and started reading. The headline on the front page was "More than a million soldiers and civilians in the capital are voluntarily planting trees." It seemed that he had done the right thing by asking the head of Shitou Village to plant trees, and it was consistent with the national policy.
I read a newspaper word for word, and it was already half past three. When it was time to board the train, there were more and more people in the waiting room of the station. Even though four large fans were spinning desperately overhead, the smell of sweat and human breath still filled the entire hall. Occasionally, there were children crying and adults scolding. Voice.
Yang Liufang got on the bus bound for Wenzhou at 4:00 pm on time. This bus would arrive in Wenzhou at 5 am. The bus was full, and there were passengers sitting on small benches in the aisle. Yang Liufang sat on a window seat. He opened the glass, and the wind brought by the car blew on his face. He breathed in the long-lost air of his hometown and gradually became a little drunk.
After arriving in Wenzhou, he did not leave the station or buy a ticket for Yueqing. Instead, he bought a minibus ticket back to Yangshi Town directly at the station. After another bumpy morning, we arrived at Yangshi Town. This is such a familiar town. He studied here and delivered wooden frames here... But after getting off the car, he felt a little strange. The changes were too great. There were many factories and shops selling all kinds of low-voltage electrical appliances, shoes, etc. The clothing stores are also full of dazzling things. Surrounded by the humid and salty air, the people here are so busy that no one cares about him, a wanderer who has been away from home for nearly a year.
"Hello Nihe. Where are you going? Are you riding a motorcycle?" Yang Liufang felt even more cordial hearing the native dialect.
"Hello Nihe, let's go back to Liunan Village."
"Liu Nan 10 yuan."
"Aren't they all 8 yuan?"
"Okay, I'll leave with 8 yuan." Yang Liufang got on and the motorcycle drove him straight to Liunan Village.
The feeling of being close to hometown is timid, but it is still a familiar village. The clear river flows slowly around the village, the breeze blows, and the waves are sparkling. The weeping willows by the river fluttered in the wind, seeming to call him, a man who had left his hometown, to come back.
When he arrived at the door of his home, nothing had changed. He reached out and pushed the door open out of habit.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Grandma."
"Afang, my son! You miss me so much. Old man, Afang is back." Mother Yang rushed towards the door in three steps and two steps at a time, and Father Yang followed suit. Mother Yang opened the door, held Yang Liufang's arm and looked carefully.
"Ouch, how come your hair is so long? Oh, why are there so many cuts on these hands..." His mother rambled on. Yang Liufang's nose felt sore and he almost shed tears. He forced a smile and said, "Mom, it's okay, it's fine." Yes. It is inevitable to have bumps and bruises while working in the factory."
"Abba, are you feeling well?"
"Okay, everything will be fine when you come back." Father Yang was a little incoherent.
"I heard from Ah Fu that you have opened a factory? Is it going well?"
"Yes, grandma, it's going well, very smoothly. Now it's expanded. There are more than ten workers, and the work can't be finished."
"Oh, that's good. I'll just say that I, Al Fang, am a promising person. This willow root..." Mother Yang suddenly lost her words and quickly changed the subject. "Come in quickly, grandma will prepare delicious food for you."
Yang's mother wiped her tears while pulling Yang Liufang towards the main room, while Yang's father took Yang Liufang's luggage bag and followed behind.
