Fang Yusheng racked his brains and thought for a while, but he didn't think about the result.

He threw the two coins he had just made a change in his hand, walked out of the mall, looked up at the sky, looking confused. At this time, a bus drove past him, and Fang Yusheng saw a group of students sitting in the car. A sudden enlightenment appeared in his mind.

First love!

By the way, first love is usually born on campus!

He looked down at the two coins in his palm, walked to the bus station dozens of meters away, and found the bus route map. He took a bus from here for two dollars, and just arrived at Binjiang No. 3 Middle School. Fang Yusheng didn't hesitate anymore and took the bus directly.

There are many students on the bus in the morning, and there are also elderly people who go to the park to practice swords and run. The cars are very crowded, not to mention the empty spaces, even the aisles of the carriages are crowded.

When Fang Yusheng got into the car, the boys and girls in the car looked at him a few more times. A girl who was already dozing off saw Fang Yusheng, suddenly had no intention of sleeping, so she took out her cell phone and took photos of him secretly.

Fang Yusheng was tall, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed the handrail and stood steadily. In the crowded carriage, when the car was braked, there were always people leaning against him. Fang Yusheng had reason to suspect that the girls in front of him were eating his tofu.

Fang Yusheng moved back without hesitation and stood among a group of boys.

He is 1.84 meters tall, standing among the group of 15 or 16-year-old middle school students, he still stands out for the heroes.

After finally reaching the No. 3 Middle School, the students all squeezed out of the car. When they got off, Fang Yusheng had his clothes scattered and then got off. He stood at the door of No. 3 Middle School, looked left and right, and his face showed a confused look again.

"this…"

What should I do next?

Fang Yusheng could not find a clue at this age. He simply sat down on the stone pier at the school gate.

So many students saw this scene-

On the stone pier at the school gate, there was a man wearing a black windbreaker and a burgundy scarf. He had a brown long shape, although it was a big back, but because the silk was too long, it was a little messy by the wind. But this messyness could not disturb his beauty.

He sat there, his long left leg resting obliquely on the ground, and his right leg resting on his left leg.

The rising sun shone on him, and his slanted figure pulled to the school gate and landed on the words "Binjiang No. 3 Middle School".

The students and teachers passing by couldn't help but peek at this man with beautiful faces and delicate facial features. Occasionally, the man looked up and looked at you with his soul-stirring eyes as if he was a man or a woman, married and unmarried, young or old, and could not help but be beating.

On this day, any student and teacher who had seen that man was very energetic in class.

Fang Yusheng sat at the door of No. 3 Middle School for nearly forty minutes. After drinking the hot cocoa in his hand, his fingers holding the cup began to cool down, and he still did not get any new clues.

He began to feel anxious.

Where are the clues to a new step?

At about nine o'clock, some snack vendors came in tricycles. They occupied the mountain in the empty space at the entrance of the Third Middle School and started a business with fire. Fang Yusheng took a closer look and found that some sell spicy hot pot, some sell fried food, and some sell marshmallows and sugar men.

A lame old lady came over with a two-wheeled wooden cart. She placed the car next to Fang Yusheng, took out dozens of sweet potatoes from a burlap bag, and baked them in the cracks outside the stove. Fang Yusheng glanced at her for a long time, and his eyes stayed on her lame legs for a few more seconds.

At ten o'clock, a student ran out and bought a bowl of spicy hot pot. After sucking, he went to buy fried food. Fang Yusheng found that the old lady's sweet potato business was the worst.

The old lady kept shouting, "Sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, sweet sweet potatoes, six yuan per one, ten yuan two!"

Although the old lady is not expensive and has a very enthusiastic attitude, there are very few people who buy sweet potatoes.

Fang Yusheng couldn't help but ask her, "Auntie, why didn't anyone buy your sweet potatoes?"

The old lady squinted her eyes and saw that it was a man with good looks. She yelled and said with a sad look, "They all said that they had farts with sweet potatoes, and the children were afraid of making a fool of themselves..."

Fang Yusheng: “…”

"Then how much can you sell in a day?"

The old lady said, "It's only fifty or sixty at most."

Fang Yusheng asked again, "You are so old and you still come out to sell sweet potatoes, don't care about your children at home?"

The old lady smiled helplessly, and she said, "I don't have children."

Fang Yusheng was a little surprised.

The old lady was probably also a lonely person. Seeing that Fang Yusheng was curious, she told him while roasting sweet potatoes, "I had a uterine tumor when I was young, and I had to cut off half of my uterus. If I cut my uterus, I won't get pregnant."

She sighed, thinking about something, and in her vicissitudes of life, she was moved and guilty. "Although my wife is a construction worker and has not read many books, he treats me really well. Even though she knew that after having her uterus was removed, I could never give birth to him again, he insisted on me to undergo surgery."

"What's even more rare is that he has always been nice to me throughout his life." The old lady stared at Sweet Potato, showing a look of relief. "He has never been sorry for me. It's because I'm useless and can't give birth to him."

A silence spread between the two.

For a woman, losing her fertility function is a fatal blow. But she is very lucky that her husband loves him.

Fang Yusheng looked at the old woman's hands. She had old spots that the elderly had, but she wore an old platinum ring on her left. The style of the ring was very simple, but Fang Yusheng felt that this ring was more precious than the diamond rings he had seen, and the gold ring.

"I had thought about divorced him before and asked him to find another one to have a child. The old man became angry when he heard it." The old lady turned the white in her ears behind her and said, "I'll ask him to go to the orphanage to adopt a child. He also disagreed. After all, it was not his own child, he was apart."

"No wonder." Fang Yusheng felt deeply touched.

"Now the government has subsidies for the elderly. In your case, there should be a subsidy of several thousand yuan a year, right?" Now life is getting better, and the government's support for the elderly is increasing. Every year, each elderly person who is poverty alleviation will allocate about two to three thousand yuan.

This money alone is naturally not enough, but the elderly usually save money to support their elderly when they are young. Pension money plus government subsidies can barely support their lives.

When the old lady heard this, she smiled bitterly, "Where is that little bit enough? I have high blood pressure and I have to take medicine every day. My wife is getting worse and worse. She also underwent a minor surgery last year. Now she can no longer work, so I have to make some extra money? Otherwise, we will go to the hospital again one day and we will have no money."

Everyone has their helplessness.

Fang Yusheng had never had a hard life where he could not even afford the medical expenses. After hearing the old lady's words, he felt very sour.

“It’s not easy.”

The old lady didn't answer.

One morning, the old lady sold only twenty-three sweet potatoes. Fang Yusheng also began to be anxious. He still couldn't find any further clues. He wanted to call Qiao Jiusheng, but he held his breath and refused to admit defeat.

The student was over at noon, and the old lady suddenly said, "Today, two hundred of them will be sold before they can be considered completing the task."

Fang Yusheng was anxious and didn't pay attention to listening to her.

After a while, a few students came to buy sweet potatoes. As soon as they left, the old lady said, "I want to sell two hundred pieces. It seems that this task cannot be completed."

Fang Yusheng glanced at the old lady and wondered: If you want to sell, sell it. What do you always tell me about doing?

After about ten minutes, the old lady said again, "Sell two hundred of them, and it will be considered as completing the task..."

Fang Yusheng couldn't help it anymore, and he said to the old lady, "You only sell fifty or sixty at most a day. Two hundred are too big for you, so that's impossible..." Fang Yusheng suddenly spoke in silence.

Two hundred sweet potatoes...

An old lady who originally sold at most fifty or sixty sweet potatoes a day suddenly said that she would sell 2oo to complete the task. Isn’t that strange?

Also, the saying of completing tasks is also very strange.

Fang Yusheng's eyes flashed, and he immediately got up and walked to the old lady. He smiled amiably, "Old aunt, I'll sell it for you."

The old lady said, "You are a good guy."

Fang Yusheng tied his apron and curled his lips and smiled so despairingly. He shouted to the students—

"Sell sweet potatoes!"

"The sweet potatoes dug out from my own field are green and clean, and the meat is sweet and big!"

"Single is six yuan per person, couple is ten yuan for two!"

"Come on, buy sweet potatoes, give to your girlfriend, give to your mother, give to your brother. After eating your sweet potatoes, you will be yours!"

…

Fang Yusheng's strange hawking method attracted many students' attention.

"Handsome guy, are you a star? Are you recording a live show?" A girl with a good look came over and looked at Fang Yusheng with stars.

Fang Yusheng shook his head and said seriously, "If you don't show off, you are not a star." He is only a star for Qiao Jiusheng.

The girl was a little disappointed and said, "I'll buy one."

"Give it." Fang Yusheng gave her a sweet potato.

The girl said again, "Handsome guy, can you scan the QR code on WeChat to pay?"

Want his WeChat account?

Fang Yusheng shook his head again, "Classmate, I forgot to bring my phone."

The girl was a little disappointed, so she finally gave him six yuan, took the sweet potato and left reluctantly.

Seeing that the school beauty had bought sweet potatoes from that handsome guy, she was not afraid of farting, what else was afraid of others!

Soon, a large number of people came to buy sweet potatoes, and the roasted sweet potatoes were snatched up. The old lady was busy adding sweet potatoes to the stove. At noon, Fang Yusheng also helped her bake them. During class in the afternoon, someone came to buy dozens of them.

He was busy until three o'clock in the afternoon, and Fang Yusheng only sold more than 200 people.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "The mission is completed." He handed over the money in his pocket to the old lady. Fang Yusheng stared at the old lady's smiling face and asked her, "Old aunt, can you tell me, right?"

The old aunt laughed and said, "I originally wanted to tell you directly, but the pregnant beauty said that you must take the initiative to ask for help selling sweet potatoes and complete the task before you can tell you the clues." While counting the money, the old lady said to Fang Yusheng, "The clues are on the school cultural wall."

Fang Yusheng took off his apron, said thank you, and registered with the security guard with his ID card, and was allowed to enter the campus. After asking a student, Fang Yusheng found the location of the cultural wall and ran over.

The cultural wall was full of poetry and paintings made by art students in the school. Fang Yusheng looked at the entire wall, calmed down and looked for clues next to each other.

Those paintings are mostly cute pictures, not like hidden mystery. Fang Yusheng walked to the poems. These poems were not complete poems, but classic sentences excerpted by art students, written on the wall with a brush.

The man who writes poems has a good foundation in calligraphy and painting, the characters he writes are magnificent and have the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.

The first line of poetry - the water is shimmering and beautiful when it is sunny, and the mountains are misty and strange when it is raining.
To be continued...