The next day, my mother's anger was not yet gone, and she was standing upright and her eyes were full of insidiousness. The Pan family father and son pretended to be stupid and trembled...

It was not until noon that my parents went to take a nap, and Pan Yang stayed alone in the shop and was quiet for a while.

He habitually took out the cigarette box and wanted to light one, but Pan Yang hesitated. After hesitating for two seconds, Pan Yang stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette box. In fact, he was just smoking a cigarette during social events, but recently he was under great pressure to find a job, and he had unknowingly got used to lighting one if he had something to do...

Thinking about his cigarette butts almost burned the house in the middle of the night yesterday, and looking at the store full of paper money, ingots, paper people, paper horses, Pan Yang finally made a difficult decision: Starting today - quit smoking!

"Ahhhh--"

In spring, autumn and summer, he was dozing off. Pan Yang lay on his father's beloved bamboo lounge chair, yawning, closing his eyes to rest.

Just closed his eyes and rested, Pan Yang didn't dare to fall asleep. If he was caught by his mother, he would be finished.

However--

He felt that just after closing his eyes for two seconds, his mother's Hedong lion roar came: "I just know how to sleep!"

Then a strong hand skillfully twisted his ears and lifted him up.

My mother Hedong Lion Roar: "I asked you to see the store, what are you looking at?"

Pan Yang grinned in pain: "Mom, I didn't sleep! I just lie down with my eyes closed for a while! Oh, mom, be gentle!"

"Be gentle? Be gentle, can you have a memory?" My mother cursed and let go of Pan Yang's ears, and rubbed him twice: "I slept like a dead pig, and I don't know if the shop has been emptied by the thief!"

Pan Yang was wronged and shouted injustice: "I just shut my eyes for a while, and when a thief came in, I opened my eyes!"

"Stop it!" My mother pinched her waist with her hands and cursed: "If I don't twist your ears, you won't even open your eyes!"

In the past, my mother would get more and more excited when she scolded her for half an hour without breathing, but today my mother would get less and less excited when she scolded her. If she hadn't lived enough, Pan Yang would want to ask her if she hadn't eaten.

After a few minutes of scolding, my mother was so tired that she was sweating and panting. She stopped with the help of her heart but not enough:

"I'm too lazy to talk to you! So is your dad. He can't wake him up even if he has such a big noise!"

My mother went in, and I don’t know if it was an illusion. Pan Yang saw that my mother was trembling in these two steps...

Pan Yang hurriedly wanted to help his mother, but unexpectedly, he was shocked and sat up all of a sudden!

But I found him sitting on a bamboo recliner...

No!

Pan Yang looked confused. Didn’t my mother twist her ears and pull me up just now?

It turns out that it's a dream...

Pan Yang stretched out his big waist, stood up and moved twice, and felt like he was full of energy!

It seems like I have regained the youthful vitality of playing basketball all night in college and then I can play basketball all morning!

"Yangyang," my mother's weak voice came from behind: "You can go and rest for a while."

Pan Yang looked back and saw that his mother was listless and pale, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

Pan Yang was surprised: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

My mother stood against the wall, rubbed her face, and yawned: "It's okay, maybe she didn't sleep well..."

It wouldn't be better if I didn't sleep well... Pan Yang suddenly remembered: Could it be that I accidentally fell into my mother's dream?

The characteristic of the "Heart Sutra" is that the more familiar a person is, the easier it is to fall asleep, and blood relatives are the most common.

On the contrary, the more strange the person is, the harder it is to fall into a dream. If a passerby meets by chance, there is basically no possibility of falling into a dream.

Pan Yang carefully tempted: "Mom, are you having a nightmare? You will be very tired after waking up with a nightmare!"

"No," my mother recalled with a tired look on her face: "I dreamed that I saw you sleeping and scolded you..."

It's a truth! Pan Yang's guilty evil man complained first: "Oh mom, you're even scolding me in your dreams!"

My mother blushed: "This is not true, just a dream. Besides, I dreamed of scolding you but you didn't feel it..."

I felt deeply old... Pan Yang coughed dryly: "Okay, okay, mom, go to bed for a while!"

"I'm not sleepy, go to sleep..." My mother rubbed her eyes and couldn't help but yawn.

"I'm in my energy, mom, go quickly!" Pan Yang pushed his mother to the bedroom behind him: "You are our pillar of the sky, the Dinghai Scientific Needle. If you fall down, the sky will collapse in our house!"

"You just have a good mouth!" My mother was really tired, so she went half-swer: "Then I'll sleep for a while..."

After coaxing my mother away, Pan Yang wiped a cold sweat: You must not think randomly before falling asleep in the future!

Although he obtained the Heart Sutra of Dreams, he still had doubts about the authenticity of the Heart Sutra of Dreams...

Now, there is no doubt.

At this moment, a strong man with Mozart shaved, no, Mohidden hairstyle came in at the door.

The strong man wore sunglasses and had earrings, a big gold chain on his neck, and a shawl dragon was exposed with his shirtlessness.

Although he didn't look like a good person at first glance, the strong man smiled so hard that his face was full of flesh:

"The boss's business is booming, it's time to buy plastic bags!"

Buy plastic bags?

Only then did Pan Yang realize that the strong man was still holding a stack of plastic bags in his hand. It turned out that he was selling plastic bags at home?

Are you so crazy about door-to-door sales now?

Seeing that the plastic bag in the strong man's hand was light and thin, the quality seemed to be not very good, and also seeing that there were thick stacks of plastic bags hanging on the wall, Pan Yang refused him: "Sorry, I have a lot of them in my store."

The strong man smiled and said, "My plastic bag is different! Boss, you bought my plastic bag to ensure a lot of money!"

What if I don’t buy your plastic bag? Pan Yang frowned slightly, and always felt that this strong man seemed to have something to say!

Also, what's different about your plastic bags?

Pan Yang found that the plastic bags sold by the strong man looked familiar, as if he had seen them when he first returned home at the beginning of the month.

By the way, he has used it.

He saw a stack of plastic bags thrown in the corner of the wall and no one used them, so he used the plastic bag to plaster bins. As a result, when he threw the garbage, the soup leaked all over the floor, which made him so angry that he threw away the stack of plastic bags.

Pan Yang asked his mother who bought it, but she still whined. Pan Yang felt that his mother must have been cheated.

Now it seems that it is probably because of this strong man.

Pan Yang frowned and asked, "How do you sell these plastic bags?"

The strong man smiled and patted a stack of plastic bags on the counter: "It's easy to say, one thousand yuan per kilogram!"

"Just 1,000 yuan per kilogram of this kind of plastic bag?" Pan Yang was so angry: "Why don't you go and grab it?"

"Look at what you said, isn't it illegal to rob me?" The strong man smiled and looked back: "We are all honest people!"

You? Honest people? Pan Yang's eyes passed over his sturdy figure and saw a few lazy social people outside the store, with red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, tattooed with dragon, tiger, eagle, snake, god, ghost, Buddha...

What? Still want to force a buy and sell? Pan Yang just graduated from college and was in full swing. He had never experienced the beating of society or the beating of people in society. Seeing this, he refused without hesitation:

"Not buy!"

"Don't buy? In business, you should make money with kindness. How can you make money if you don't make peace, boss?" The strong man glanced at Pan Yang with a smile, turned around and left with a swagger, but seemed to have forgotten the plastic bag.

Pan Yang grabbed the plastic bag that the strong man had forgotten on the counter and chased him to the door and shouted: "Wait! Your plastic bag!"

The strong man looked back and smiled: "No, it's your plastic bag!"

Pan Yang: “…”

The red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple all laughed. The strong man met with them. A red hair that looked like a turkey waved to Pan Yang: "Please keep it! Boss! It's all yours sooner or later!"
Chapter completed!