sbdcsierra Chapter 112 Aunt He's Blind Date Corner and Aunt Yang's Business Tips
Chapter 112 Aunt He's Blind Date Corner and Aunt Yang's Business Tips
The flea market is held on the playground and stalls need to be applied for in the name of individuals or classes.
So there are single stalls on the playground, but more often there are stalls run by a class or a group of people.
Lin Qinglan came over early and took a look around.
The uncles and aunts from the Chinese painting and calligraphy classes took away the works that were placed at the school and her office.
In addition to ready-made calligraphy and painting works, they also laid out pens and ink for painting and writing on the spot. The table in the booth was the longest and had the most people participating.
You can also do joint work. After the Chinese painting is finished, you can take it to the calligraphy department to write an inscription.
The two teachers of Chinese painting and calligraphy provide a guarantee for the uncles and aunts. When major mistakes occur, they will correct them to ensure the quality of the works to the greatest extent possible and satisfy the people who have made the exchanges.
Because of this event, Chinese painting teacher Huang You and calligraphy teacher Luo Qi had a rare opportunity to appear in the same frame.
Lin Qinglan noticed that the atmosphere between the two people had changed significantly.
Teacher Huang looked at Luo Qi with eyes full of resentment.
Luo Qi still had no expression, but he was fidgeting as if there were nails on the stool.
The two people wished they could stay away from each other.
There were rumors some time ago that there was something going on between the two of them.
Lin Qinglan had reason to doubt whether one of the two of them was rejected for confession and beat the other party up.
Their current status is more like enemies than lovers.
In contrast to the awkward atmosphere in the Chinese painting and calligraphy class, the vocal class ushered in unprecedented unity.
The two classes of folk music and popular music combined to form a large choir of more than 30 people.
There was a sign in front of their stall that listed the songs that could be ordered, and two designated songs could be ordered for one item.
Two teachers of folk music and popular music also sat in the booth and were in charge of conducting.
The choir also set up a microphone, and their temperament was very good. When they started singing, people felt as if they were in a concert hall.
There was also Jing Xinran, the intangible cultural heritage teacher whom Lin Qinglan hadn’t seen for a long time. She was leading the aunts in organizing the works in front of them.
Lin Qinglan took a quick glance and saw various lacquer fans, small and exquisite velvet flower hairpins, paper-cuts in photo frames, and braided rope bracelets.
These are the works that the aunts practice on a daily basis, and some are mass-produced after they have learned the intangible cultural heritage techniques.
When Lin Qinglan approached, Aunt Zhong grabbed her and said, "Principal Lin, please let us wait until you come."
"Everyone come quickly, I have Principal Lin under control."
Lin Qinglan was panic-stricken. Jing Xinran took the lead and put a bracelet on her hand. Then the aunts put hairpins in her head, put velvet flowers on her head, and some even stuffed paper-cuts into her hands.
"Are all these for me?" Lin Qinglan looked at the things in her hands in surprise. It was the heavy love of the aunts.
Jing Xinran laughed at her stupid reaction and explained, "Are you scared? Today is the flea market, and these are the things the aunties brought to exchange with you, and they also wanted to give you a surprise."
"But I didn't bring anything." Lin Qinglan came empty-handed and had nothing to exchange.
"You have devoted your time and energy to the school. Although it cannot be measured by material things, the aunties want you to see their heart."
"I was so scared, I thought I had done something wrong." Lin Qinglan stroked her wildly beating heart and thanked the aunts.
The uncles and aunts who set up stalls individually each have their own unique skills.
Mr. Yan, an outstanding student in the poetry class and an amateur poet, set up a stall where he wrote acrostic poems using his names.
Aunt Wu from the planting class placed several pots of flowers and vegetables that she grew herself.
Uncle Wang, who used to be a carpenter, used his skills to make a dozen small wooden stools with smooth edges and brought them over.
Most of the other uncles and aunts also set up stalls based on their own specialties or skills learned at the senior citizen university.
Of course there are also those who take unconventional paths.
For example, the "blind date corner" was packed with people as soon as it opened.
Aunt He maintained order with a loud speaker.
"If you need a marriage introduction, you can come here and fill out the form."
"After I understand your needs, I will create a dedicated file to facilitate subsequent introductions."
"Line up, come one by one. Those who haven't got a chance to wait can communicate with their children first. We can't just care about our own satisfaction. We must get the children's consent."
The uncles and aunts stood in a row obediently.
Some people want to find a marriage partner for their son or daughter.
There are also people looking for marriage partners for their grandsons and granddaughters.
There are also people who seek marriage for themselves.
The first order presented a tricky "problem".
"You said you wanted to find a partner for yourself?"
Aunt He looked at the old man in front of her who was a few years older than her and felt a little skeptical.
"I won't introduce anyone with a big age gap. They won't go far and they're also immoral."
"I'm not, I just want to..." The old man hesitated, as if he was unable to say what he was about to say.
Aunt He interrupted hurriedly, "Tell me first, what kind of person are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for someone who wears a blue shirt, black pants, has long hair and sunglasses, and is 69 years old."
Aunt He thought that the description was so detailed, there must be something fishy going on. She spoke carefully, "Did you go to the wrong place? This is a blind date, not a search for someone."
The next second, the old man in front of him looked shy and lowered his head: "Oh, I'm embarrassed to say, I'm just here for a blind date."
"I want to find someone like Xiufen." The old man pointed to an aunt in front of the intangible cultural heritage booth, "Look, that's the Xiaofen I've been dreaming about."
"I am 68 this year, Xiaofen is 69, and we will be together until we are 99."
"So I want to find you to get your contact information."
The old man looked around and lowered his voice, "I will only tell you, don't tell anyone else."
Aunt He was speechless, "Can't you ask for it yourself?"
The old man blushed, "I... don't dare, you go first."
As he spoke, he took out a Chinese painting, which was full of lifelike peonies. "I'll give this to you in exchange."
When Aunt He saw the painting, she remembered that he was the talented old man whose painting was so good that even his Chinese painting teacher felt ashamed of himself.
Aunt He took the order and the business was opened.
When her business was booming, Aunt Yang appeared at the end of the line.
She did not apply for a fixed stall, but just carried a small basket and walked through the queue, talking as she walked:
"Take a look at the horoscope, check Feng Shui, and see if the marriage is compatible?"
"Fortune telling, you can exchange anything you want."
Aunt Yang’s idea is very simple. She wants to make Aunt He’s customers become her customers as well.
Aunt He gritted her teeth when she saw this scene, because Aunt Yang did not lie, she did know a little bit about horoscopes and feng shui.
"Damn it, she's pretending again."
The tension between the two aunts grew stronger, but Old Fu was grieving alone in the corner.
Lin Qinglan received a call from Fu Lanshan asking for help, and rushed over to find Old Fu guarding the stall with a lonely look on his face.