Xinghua saw the child led by the adults staring at her big bone face, and she had something in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it. She was anxious. Look at her father, who was busy and didn't notice her.

After a long time of brewing in my heart, Xinghua mustered up the courage to speak: "Brother, do you want to come and eat my big bone noodles?"

The voice was low and scared, she was afraid that adults would blame her.

After Xinghua said this, the little boy opposite was even more timid than her. He pulled the adult's hand and tears rolled in his eyes.

"Zhongzhongzhong, you are useless, you are learning from other girls, and you are younger than you." The woman who led the child blamed her child and changed to a smile on her face: "Little girl, you are really good at talking, give us a bowl of noodles."

Xinghua, who was still scared, seemed to have received great encouragement when she heard this sentence. She smiled and shouted to her father: "Dad, give this brother a bowl of big bone noodles."

"Okay!" Wu Daguang responded and took everything in his eyes. He deliberately ignored the mother and son, and Xinghua did it himself. She was too timid and needed exercise.

With one success, Xinghua continued to say to the mother and son: "Auntie, the first bowl of noodle soup costs 80 cents, and the second bowl costs only 40 cents. Do you want another bowl?"

"Little girl, you are really good at doing business. My son can't finish a bowl of noodles, I'll eat the rest." The woman praised Xinghua and said, "It happened that Wu Daguang brought the noodles to the table and couldn't bear to learn from the scriptures: "Brother, how did your child teach you? You are so good at doing business at such a young age. How old is this year."

"How to teach me? The family is poor, poor children are already in the family, and they are four years old." Wu Daguang said politely.

After the morning, Xinghua really attracted a lot of people to stop and received a lot of encouragement. For Xinghua, since her father woke up from illness that time, she seemed to have gone from hell to heaven.

At noon, the abortion disappeared, and the stalls were closed. There was the last old man here in Wu Daguang.

The old man was in his seventies or eighties. He was wearing a Zhongshan suit and his leather shoes were shiny. He wore gold-framed glasses. After dinner, he touched his pockets and found no money. Until he searched all his pockets, he couldn't find any money.

The old man looked at Wu Daguang in a hurry and didn't know how to speak.

"I didn't bring any money, I'll make up for it next time." Wu Daguang said while cleaning up the stall, as if he didn't care at all.

"I'm so sorry, I came out today and I'm anxious. Look..."

"It's okay, everyone has a forgetfulness, just a bowl of noodles." Wu Daguang said understandingly. Seeing the old man's outfit and tone, he didn't look like a person who couldn't afford to pay for noodles, and he didn't have the chance to wear it specifically for free, because he had done it himself in his previous life.

"That's not possible, you have to behave in a person." The old man looked for valuable things on his body, searched up and down, took off the watch on his wrist and handed it to Wu Daguang: "I'll use the watch as collateral."

Wu Daguang saw that the old man was quite straight, but he didn't answer: "Uncle, your watch is so expensive than my face. I dare not take it. If it doesn't leave, it will be useless. I will come to the market next time, and you can pay me back the money."

"Okay, I'll come to you next time I go to the market."

After the old man finished speaking, he quickly left.

The stall owner of the opposite stall saw that the old man had left, couldn't help asking: "Daguang, you let him leave if you eat for nothing. I'll give you a watch. You don't want it. You're stupid!"

"I'm not allowed to leave for free. I'm taking him to the police for a bowl of noodles? I'm going to have trouble. I won't tell you if I don't want my noodles back, and I'll waste time. Besides, what they wear is obviously not the same level as me. What if they are an official, the people have never fought with the officials since ancient times." Wu Daguang put the table, chair, bench and bench that the old man sat on the cart and fixed it with a rope.

"With this time, when people go back, they will say that next time, more people will eat for free, and you will be very lucky."

"I can't get any more money from my character."

The floor stall owner shook his head, but still felt that Wu Daguang was stupid.

Wu Daguang said goodbye to the remaining acquaintances and took Xinghua home.

After returning home, Wu Daguang continued to study the stove in the middle of the yard. He used the open-air stove to make a temporary small shed with wood.

Although there is no TV or the Internet, Wu Daguang's life is fulfilling. He is as tired as a dog every day and has to leave the next day. Although he is tired, he is not sick.

In a blink of an eye, Wu Daguang saved up eighty dollars in a row.

He calculated the accounts every day, and had long forgotten the old man's vain food and continued his life. Because of his good popularity, he became familiar with most stall owners and became a good person in the eyes of everyone. He often helped to load and unload goods and won over his connections.

On that day, Wu Daguang came to the market early. Because it was too early, there were very few people setting up stalls around him. He saw an old man standing next to Sister Zhang from afar, talking and laughing.

When I got closer, I saw the old man who ate for free last time.

I didn't expect that people would take this matter seriously and came here so early.

When the old man saw Wu Daguang, he took the initiative to deliver 80 cents: "Young man, I'm so embarrassed last time."

Wu Daguang took the 80 cents and said with a smile: "You old man, I got up all morning to pay a bowl of noodles."

"That's not OK. Be honest." The old man took out another 40 cents and handed it to Wu Daguang: "The second bowl is half price."

"The old man is quite good at settle accounts. He bought two bowls in a row at half price." Sister Zhang reminded.

Wu Daguang took the old man's 40 cents: "Just for the old man's character, it will be half price today. But you have to wait a moment, I haven't made a fire yet."

The old man helped to arrange tables, chairs and benches. Wu Daguang heated the soup and put a few bowls of noodles together. The first bowl was mainly guests. The others were distributed to the stall owners around him according to the old rules. Everyone had to pay for it. Wu Daguang refused. This was Wu Daguang's way of making money. He would rather let others take advantage of him than owe others what he had.

As the sun rose completely, the market became lively and crowded, and Wu Daguang's business started busy.

Perhaps Wu Daguang was sincere to others, or perhaps the old man had nothing to do, but he actually helped Wu Daguang to invite business, which really shocked the stall owner opposite him. Last time he said that Wu Daguang was stupid and made people take advantage of it for nothing. Now it seems that Wu Daguang is very smart.

After walking through the market several times, it was fake not to meet an acquaintance. When Wu Daguang was busy, his aunt who had taken the apricot flower clothes in the village came to the market and recognized Wu Daguang.

"Isn't this Wu Daguang from our village? I'm setting up a stall. Are you the material?" There was ridiculousness in his tone and there was no respect at all.

When Xinghua saw it, she immediately shrank behind Wu Daguang in fear.

"Auntie in the village, you are here to the market, should you try the noodles I made?" Wu Daguang still tried to say hello.
Chapter completed!