Essay on selling watermelons with Sanmao eggs

Last time I went to the city to withdraw money, Sanmao Egg lost his life. Frustrated, he returned home with a heavy heart and spent more than ten days. In a blink of an eye, August 15 is coming, and the watermelons stored in the yard should be sold.

On this day, Sanmao eggs loaded a car full of watermelons, loaded donkeys and set off for the city. When I arrived in the city, I just sold a few watermelons and found the problem. No matter how many melons the city people buy, the money they take out will always be 100 votes, and the change in Sanmao's egg will soon be found out. There is no way. Sanmao egg drove the donkey to the front of the rural commercial bank, tied the donkey to the tree and walked to the bank.

I entered the rural commercial bank and met the lobby manager I met last time. Sanmao egg called a number and walked towards him. The lobby manager also recognized Sanmao Egg and said with a smile, "Grandpa, what business do you do?"

Sanmao Egg said, "I'll take 1000 yuan."

The lobby manager said, "Take 1000 yuan from the ATM."

When Sanmao Egg was told to withdraw money from ATM, her scalp was tight and her heart was weak. Remembering his last joke, he quickly said to the lobby manager, "Daughter, how much money do you need to withdraw from the ATM?"

The lobby manager said, "Take five thousand dollars."

San Mao egg smiled mysteriously after listening: "Then I'll take five thousand pieces."

San Mao Dan sat in a chair, crossing his legs and waiting for the call of the horn. When he heard the call, he jumped up from his chair and went to the window. He handed the card to the window and said, "Take five thousand dollars."

After a while, the teller successfully withdrew 5,000 yuan for him.

Sanmao egg got the money, didn't leave the window, counted out a thousand dollars, and handed four thousand dollars to the window: "Keep it for my uncle."

The cashier is confused. Sanmao egg is very stable, and the lobby manager is impatient. He said something to the window. The teller smiled and saved 4,000 yuan for Sanmao Egg.

Sanmao egg put the card in his underwear pocket and didn't leave the window: "Give grandpa ten dollars and eight hundred dollars in change, five dollars and one hundred dollars in change."

Looking at this scene, everyone around us laughed, and the teller was even more puzzled. Sanmao Egg quickly said, "Grandpa sells watermelons, and you can't change them without change."

Seeing the honest and clever San Mao egg, the teller smiled and gave the change according to the meaning of San Mao egg.

Sanmao egg adjusted the change she found, put it in her underwear pocket and turned to go. Suddenly, he turned his head and said to the teller who withdrew money for him, "Daughter, please."

When the teller heard Sanmao egg thanking himself, he quickly said, "Never mind."

Coming out of the Rural Commercial Bank, I saw two young people in uniform standing in front of the melon cart. Sanmao egg is very happy. He thought that no sooner had he changed the change than someone bought the melon.

Sanmao egg was all smiles: "Young man, how many watermelons do you want?"

"We don't buy watermelons. Your donkey chewed the tree and fined one hundred yuan. " The man in uniform said. It turned out that San Mao Dan met the urban management.

This time Sanmao's egg was anxious: "Oh, doll, I just sold watermelon. I only sold 30 yuan a day, and you will be fined 100 yuan? "

Sanmao Egg spoke well of the city management, and finally paid a fine of 50 yuan, untied the donkey's reins, drew a reins on the donkey's head, and scolded, "You think you are the city management, and you can eat whatever you want?"

Walk in front of the city management heard SAN MAO eggs in scold them, they didn't say a word, they know that SAN MAO eggs paid a fine, angry in my heart.

San Mao Dan drives the donkey and walks aimlessly. At the crossroads, a traffic policeman stopped him: "Grandpa, your car crossed the yellow line."

San Mao egg saw him wearing a uniform again, thinking that he would be fined again this time. He said angrily, "What's the matter? Broken for you? "

Hearing this, the traffic police smiled: "No, uncle, I'm afraid you are in danger." The traffic police hurried to help Sanmao Egg drive the car through the intersection, and the traffic police turned around and left. The traffic police didn't fine, and Sanmao Egg was very happy: "People in the city are not angry."

The sun is setting in the west, and a car full of watermelons with three eggs is finally sold out. Sanmao egg packed up the money, drove the donkey cart, sat on the shaft, pulled the reins in his left hand and held a mixed sugar cake in his right hand, eating one by one.

At home, Sanmao Egg took out a stack of money and threw it on the kang, asking her son to come and count it.

There is something wrong with the count. The son took a fifty-dollar bill in his hand and took it over and over again under the electric light. After he confirmed that it was fake money, he said angrily, "Big, how did you receive a fake money of fifty dollars?"

San Mao Dan took the money, pinched it again and again, looked at it again and took photos under the electric light, sitting on the edge of the kang: "Fuck his ancestors, the people in the city are broken."

The next day, San Mao's son went to sell watermelons, quietly hid the fake fifty dollars in his coat pocket and sold watermelons all day. At this time, he raised the price of watermelon and sold it at fifty cents a catty during the day. At this time, he sold them for 70 cents. Many people asked about the price, but no one bought it. San Mao's son is very happy. He doesn't want to sell these ten watermelons. He is waiting for the night.

It was dusk and it was getting dark. A watermelon buyer came up and said, "How much is a catty?"

San Mao's egg said, "Forty cents a catty."

Hearing 40 cents a catty, the melon buyer said, "I'll take it all."

The watermelons are put into snakeskin bags and weighed, and the buyers are helped to tie the watermelons to their bicycles.

The melon buyer handed a piece of 100 yuan. Sanmao's son took it, put it in his trouser pocket, took out 50 yuan from his coat pocket and handed it to the melon buyer together with the calculated change. The melon buyer didn't count the money, put it in his trouser pocket, got on his bike and hurried east.

Sanmao's son smiled mysteriously, and when he caught up with the donkey cart, he hurried west, bumping into the donkey while walking, for fear that the melon buyer would catch up. Just in case, he turned into an alley and walked a long way. When he was sure that everything was all right, he went home singing.

He was dumbfounded when he took out a hundred-dollar bill under the lamp. This hundred-dollar bill is fake.

Sanmao Egg was very angry after learning about this: "The hearts of urban people are broken, and the hearts of rural people are broken." After saying this, he remembered that his son had exchanged 50 pieces of fake money for 100 pieces of fake money, and he was even more angry: "Damn it, it's still a city man."