"Comrade, how do you sell cotton cloth? This roll is dark blue."

The 30-year-old saleswoman may have been feeling unwell for the past few days, so she spoke a little hastily.

"Open your eyes and take a good look. Is this dark blue? This is black! Black! What do you look like?"

Zhou Wenzhong smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, comrade, how can I sell this roll of black cotton? Will it fade?"

"Is there any fabric that won't fade?"

"White cloth won't fade!"

"Why didn't you mention that white cloth is easy to dye? Why didn't you mention that white cloth is easy to be stained!"

"Well, well, I'm a stupid person but I can't talk to you. How can I sell black cotton?"

The saleswoman stretched out her hand and made a "six" sign.

"It's so expensive! Six yuan per foot? Why don't you go and grab it?"

"One dollar and six feet."

After the salesperson finished speaking, he put his hands on the counter and stretched out his upper body to look at Zhou Wenzhong.

"One yuan is just enough for you to make a dress."

"Give."

Zhou Wenzhong handed over the cloth ticket and 1 yuan, which was the money he had just exchanged from the old Chinese medicine doctor.

"Don't give it to me. There is a place to collect money from here. Just stand there and wait for a while. I will issue you a ticket first. You can take the ticket and then pay."

"Do you still have to go to the cashier's office to pay? I saw there are iron clips on the counter, and they fly directly along the wire. It saves trouble."

"I don't have a fly line here."

"oh."

The salesperson handed the bill to Zhou Wenzhong. He held a ruler in one hand and a powder cake in the other. He looked at the indifferent Zhou Wenzhong and said, "Why don't you go?"

"Then what! There is a man named Mike in our village. He said that some salesmen are dishonest. Last time he went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy rope. When he returned to the village to go down the well, he found that a piece of rope was missing, which made him uncomfortable.

It couldn't go up, it was stuck in mid-air."

"Are you talking to me?"

"No no."

"Watch it!"

Zhou Wenzhong's words made the salesman so angry that he swiped the pressed powder in his hand, picked up the marked area, put it to his mouth, bit it with his teeth, and then tore it apart with both hands.

"Stab..."

"Are you sure? Pay the money quickly!"

"oh."

Zhou Wenzhong nodded and walked slowly to the payment desk. Anyway, the cotton cloth was torn by the salesperson, so what was he worried about?

Zhou Wenzhong had just taken two steps when his eyes were caught by the toys on the counter. No man can refuse such toys in this era!

There are small paper boxes one after another on the glass counter. Printed on them are: Every Communist Party member should understand this truth...

The shelves behind the counter are filled with products one after another, and the wooden ends are shiny.
Chapter completed!