Reborn in the 60s and adopted

“Hey, someone’s not here.”

As soon as the village chief sat down on the stool, he heard a shout from outside the house. He quickly stood up and walked into the yard, where he saw Mao Ming standing upright at the gate, carrying two large baskets.

"Oh, it's the boy from the Mao family! Why did you come here just now?" The village chief asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Mao Ming muttered unhappily, "I just finished picking, so I hurried over!" In fact, he didn't want to come at all. If his mother hadn't forced him to come, he would have been too lazy to come!

"Is that so? Then you can only deliver these to the supply and marketing cooperative by yourself. The ox carts in our village have already left." The village chief said helplessly, spreading his hands.

"What? Why did they leave so soon? Without even waiting for anyone..." Mao Ming suddenly jumped up in anxiety and threw the basket on his shoulder to the ground in frustration.

With a few crisp "clang" sounds, several large, fresh and juicy mushrooms rolled out of the basket and scattered on the ground.

The village chief felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw this. He quickly bent down to pick up the mushrooms, muttering: "Oh, these are good mushrooms. Don't break them..."

"What are you doing? This is money! Why don't you give it to them quickly!" The village chief was so angry that his face turned blue and he yelled at Mao Ming.

"Damn it!" Mao Ming muttered as he reluctantly bent down to pick up the basket on the ground, put it on his shoulder, and hurried towards the town.

"This brat really looks like he deserves a beating." Looking at Mao Ming's receding back, the village chief shook his head helplessly, his face full of disgust.

Mao Ming walked with difficulty for more than an hour, and the shoulder pole on his shoulders almost rubbed his shoulders raw, before he finally reached his destination.

Along the way, he wanted to drop the burden countless times, but he was afraid of being scolded by his second uncle when he returned home, so he had to bite the bullet and continue on.

When he arrived at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, Mao Ming saw at a glance Tang Yongli from the Tang family who was busy moving the baskets from the ox cart onto the supply and marketing cooperative's small truck.

He walked straight to the oxcart angrily and asked angrily: "Hey, you, why didn't you wait for me? You made me walk here alone!"

At this time, Uncle Tang was concentrating on moving the goods. When he heard someone talking to him, he looked up blankly and happened to meet Mao Ming's eyes, who had a gloomy face.

"I'm not your father, so I have no obligation to wait for you alone, right? The village chief had already agreed with other people in the village that they must arrive at the brigade headquarters before dawn. Who can you blame for not arriving at the agreed time?" Uncle Tang said unhappily.

"You... Humph!" Mao Ming was a little furious, but still pretended to be calm, "Anyway, no matter what, you immediately help me put my things away and give me the money."

"Oh, you little bastard, you're quite arrogant! Why should I listen to you? Besides, don't you know clearly? This time everyone will be gathered together first, and then the money will be distributed together after we go back. Look at your silly look!" Uncle Tang glared at Mao Ming and retorted mercilessly.

"How dare you talk to me like that!" Mao Ming was immediately furious. He rushed forward and grabbed Uncle Tang's collar tightly.

"Why, you want to fight, huh?" Uncle Tang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile. At the same time, he gently waved his hand and brushed away Mao Ming's hand that was on his collar.

"You...don't be so arrogant!" Mao Ming was so angry that his face turned red, but he didn't dare to really hit her. He suddenly remembered the last time he was beaten up by Tang Mei, and thought that this old guy in front of him might be more difficult to deal with than that little girl.

So he pulled his hand back in dismay, still muttering, "You're so cruel, I'll let you go today."

"Alright, alright, put that shitty mushroom of yours down! I'm telling you, if it happens again, don't expect me to help you. By then, even if you come late, you'll have to figure it out on your own!"

As he was talking, many townspeople who had gotten up early to buy things had gathered around him, and they all looked at him curiously. After all, he didn't want to be known as a bully of country children, so he just thought of it as a kick from a bull.

"Humph, I don't want to bother with a fool like you. Put your things down and get out of here as soon as possible!"

Mao Ming knew very well that he was in the wrong, so he obediently put the bamboo basket full of mushrooms on the ground, turned around and left without looking back.

Uncle Tang witnessed the scene before his eyes and cursed in his heart: "What a coward!" Then, he silently moved the bamboo basket onto the cart and moved it from the ox cart to the small truck next to it.

At this time, buyer Zhang noticed the commotion here and asked, "Old Third, what's going on?"

Uncle Tang San smiled coldly and replied, "Hey, the children in the village are ignorant. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

When buyer Zhang saw that Uncle Tang looked unhappy and seemed to be in a bad mood, he tactfully stopped asking any more questions and just silently handed him the money for today.

"The money we give you this time is based on the wholesale price. If there is no change in the market in the future, I will give it to you at this price." Purchasing Manager Zhang said seriously.

"Okay, no problem. I wish you a big sale too." Uncle Tang nodded with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Zhang shook his head helplessly: "You kid, I'm not selling it myself! I'm just responsible for supplying the supply and marketing cooperatives and those state-owned restaurants.

How can I talk about big sales? I am just an errand boy. Although he has a point,

But I secretly thought that the profit was quite considerable, and of course I couldn't let others know that I could make money.

Uncle Tang understood what he meant. He laughed after taking the money and thanked Zhang Caigou: "Thank you very much! I'll go first." After that, he pulled his own ox cart and slowly returned to the Bayi Brigade.