Yang Ming's relative is Xu Hui, an uncle of his family. He runs a grocery store in the town and has some friendship with horsepower.

Xu Hui walked up to the horsepower and smiled as he smoked. "Boss Ma, give me some thin noodles. I'll invite you at noon and have a few drinks in the Drunken Fairy Tower."

"Lao Xu, do you know him?" Asked horsepower coldly.

"He's my nephew." Xu Hui said with a smile, "I don't know how he offended you?"

"It's all right. I didn't mean to do anything to him, but nobody in this town dared to accept his hawthorn." Speaking, horsepower explained a few words to several of his men, and several of them left together.

Looking at a group of vagrants leaving, Xu Hui said, "Yang Ming, how did you offend this boy?"

"I didn't offend him. A kid in our village asked him to fuck me with eggs." Yang Ming laughed and said, "Uncle, you go and busy yourself. I'll go and see if I sell wild hawthorns."

"He's already spoken. No one in this town dares to take your hawthorn." Xu Hui sighed and said.

When Yang Ming came to the acquisition station, Liu Ping came over and said, "Brother Yang, I sold you a sack. When I sold you the second sack, they were already reluctant to accept you, saying what horse boss you offended."

Speaking, Liu Ping handed Zhu Ming an empty sack and a thousand yuan and said, "One hundred jin, one thousand yuan, you take it."

Yang Ming took the money and sacks, smiled and said, "Thank you, then you go home first, I'll look elsewhere."

Liu Ping wanted to ride her bicycle. Even if she went back, she couldn't walk with Yang Ming, so she went back first.

He had sold one bag, and there was only one left. Yang Ming did not make much trouble. He tied up his car again, even empty sacks.

He got on his motorcycle and thought to himself: I don't believe they didn't buy my things.

He arrived at an acquisition station, where there was no queue, and he shouted, "Boss, hawthorns are sold!"

The boss looked up at Yang Ming and said with a smile, "Young man, we dare not accept your hawthorn, let alone I dare not accept your hawthorn, even in the whole town, no one dares to accept your hawthorn."

Since people don't accept it, they can't help it. Yang Ming has to keep looking for the next one, and the next one still won't accept it.

The whole town has run all over. Several Hawthorn harvesters are reluctant to accept him. Yang Ming is also annoyed. Damn it, I will sell it in the county town.

Just walk away, Yang Ming drove his motorcycle to the county town, which is only forty miles away from the town, and it didn't take long to get there by motorcycle.

Yang Ming first thought of the county fruit beverage company, which everyone likes to call fruit company. This company needs a lot of wild hawthorn.

The wild hawthorn beverage they produced is well-known in China. Yang Ming parked his car at the door. A security guard came over and Yang Ming smiled and asked, "Brother, do you accept wild hawthorn here?"

"No, we all have access to the goods. How can we possibly accept your sacks?" The little security guard laughed and said.

"Your purchase price must be very high. After several procedures, the price to you must be very high." Yang Ming laughed and said, "Brother, tell me, take this away from me."

The little security guard smiled and said, "Brother, you are so naive. If you really like what you said, you can pick up any Hawthorn that sells hawthorn, then there will be a market here. You'd better go somewhere else."

Yang Ming took out his cigarette and the security guard waved his hand and said no smoking. Yang Ming smiled and asked, "Brother, do you know where to collect hawthorns?"

"I don't know. Don't delay here anymore, just find a place." The security guard urged.

Yang Ming saw that the family really did not stop, and he had to leave until the sun went down. He ran to many homes and they were unwilling to buy them.

Yang Ming bought a bag of bread and a bottle of mineral water. While he was eating on the roadside, suddenly a man came up to him and said with a laugh, "Boy, hawthorn?

Yang Ming looked up and saw that he was a middle-aged man in his thirties. At first glance, he was not a good man, but he did want to sell himself. So he laughed and said, "Yes, it's all wild hawthorns."

"Okay, you go with me." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You can rest assured that the price will not be low."

Yang Ming followed the middle-aged man around a bend and went to a courtyard. He found that there were hawthorns in the courtyard, so he was relieved.

Yang Ming smiled and asked, "How much do you charge here for a kilo?"

"Ten dollars!" The middle-aged man said.

Yang Ming thought in his heart: Ten yuan is ten yuan. It's the same price in his own town, so sell it to him.

After weighing, Yang Ming poured hawthorns on their pile, folded sacks and tied them to motorcycles.

By this time, it was dark, and Yang Ming said, "Boss, pay, I'm leaving."

At this time, the middle-aged man shouted, "Payment, third child!"

At this moment, a man came out of the courtyard cabin and said with a smile, "Here, here..."

I saw a man in his mid-thirties coming up with a blue dragon piercing his arm and laughing and saying, "How much is it?"

"One thousand dollars!" Yang Ming said with a smile