Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

Maoshu Town has only one long street running north to south, about two miles long, which forms a T-junction with an east-west straight road.

The town government compound is located at the most conspicuous intersection.

To the south were a series of state-owned establishments such as supply and marketing cooperatives and grain stores, as well as other departments, and many new shops also gathered here.

For example, the only photo studio in town.

The team could write thank-you letters, but they weren't so good at making banners. Initially, the team planned to make them themselves, but Zhang Wenshan rejected the idea after taking a look.

"It must have cost a lot of money to come here, right?"

Wang Tieshan looked at the place in front of him with some nervousness.

The photo studio's storefront wasn't large, but it was much brighter and more attractive than the other shops. The door frame was painted green, and the large glass windows were gleaming, covered with all sorts of photos, each one more beautiful than the last.

The sign under the eaves reads "Maoshu Town Photo Studio" in bold, elegant strokes, making it stand out from other places.

The brand-new door curtain was half-rolled up.

Standing outside, you can vaguely see the landscape patterned backdrop inside, as well as the mysterious camera that is set up high and covered with a black cloth.

"We'll find out by going in and asking." Zhang Wenshan lifted his foot to walk inside.

He didn't actually know the price; he just happened to pass by and saw that they offered related services.

"Maybe we should go back!" Wang Tieshan swallowed. "We've delivered things before, and we made them ourselves. Would it be inappropriate to make something so new?"

"No, the fact that we spent money on the expensive ones just proves that we made money, and they'll stand out when others hang them up."

Zhang Wenshan knew that the old team leader was still the same old frugal and simple person, and dared not flaunt his wealth.

After all, in the era he lived in, being rich wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"But, this..."

Despite the weather not being hot, sweat beaded on Wang Tieshan's forehead, and he couldn't move his feet.

Seeing this, Zhang Wenshan understood immediately.

The team leader and the eldest sister were actually quite similar; they both felt unworthy of such a respectable and novel place.

He understands this deeply.

The first time he went to a bathhouse with someone in his past life, two young and beautiful hostesses greeted him with "Welcome!" and he was speechless.

Another time I went for a massage, and...

Zhang Wenshan shook his head, bringing his wandering thoughts back, and pushed the brigade leader into the photo studio.

"Go on, I'm here, it'll be alright."

Stepping into the photo studio, the faint scent of ink wafted over him, and Zhang Wenshan couldn't help but look around curiously. This was a completely new thing and experience for him.

In contrast, Wang Tieshan felt extremely uncomfortable.

He stood up straight, looked straight ahead, and even his breathing was extremely light, more formal than when meeting a leader.

The photographer emerged from behind the counter with a beaming smile, greeting them warmly: "Are you two taking photos? Is it for a wedding or...? We can even bring some gifts to the countryside... We guarantee you'll get a great shot..."

He subconsciously turned to the older captain and earnestly introduced the business.

His attitude was humble, even somewhat submissive.

After all, this place is relatively unfamiliar to most people these days, and everyone who comes in is intimidated. If you put on airs even a little bit, you're sure to scare people away.

"I, um, no..."

Wang Tieshan opened his mouth, but his tongue seemed to be tied in knots. He stammered for a long time but couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence.

Having lived this long, when have I ever heard anyone be so polite?

The people in the village, no matter how respectful they are, speak directly and frankly; they're never this soft-spoken.

He, on the contrary, didn't know how to deal with it.

"No photos allowed." Zhang Wenshan couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward. "How about this be made into a banner?"

"Yes, absolutely!" The photographer's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned around and walked to the counter, bending down to pull out several banner blanks of different sizes. "What size do you need?"

"When can I pick it up?"

"It'll be done in the time it takes to smoke a pipe, this thing is fast."

"Two medium-sized scrolls, one for the Political Work Department, inscribed with 'Guiding Thoughts, Caring for the Masses,' and the other for the Food Company, inscribed with 'Serving the Masses, Solving Their Problems,' signed..."

He quickly finished stating his request, only to find the photographer frozen in place.

"What's wrong? Are you having trouble?"

"No, no," the photographer quickly replied with a smile. "You don't know, we used to make banners too. It's not that I'm being picky, but I really didn't know much about it and kept asking all sorts of questions."

The number of words given was large and varied, almost like a news report.

Unlike you, who's an expert, I didn't even need to bother with formatting.

"I just copied what others had done."

"You're too modest. The words used on these banners vary depending on the location..."

The photographer then took out a blank banner, a red velvet cloth with tassels, and arranged the gold lettering on it. Finally, he used an iron to press and press the lettering, and the lettering stuck firmly to the cloth.

After shaking off the excess powder, a banner is complete.

Neat and beautiful.

Wang Tieshan, who was standing nearby, was dumbfounded.

Honestly, it's much better than what they used to do in their village, and it saves a lot of effort.

Shanzi was even more impressive; he chatted with his master non-stop, unlike me, who couldn't even speak properly.

Before long, the two banners were completed.

After Zhang Wenshan confirmed the order, the photographer carefully rolled up the paper and said, "You've made a sale for me today, so I'll give you a discount. Eight yuan will do."

Upon hearing this, Wang Tieshan, who was standing at the back, felt his mind buzzing.

What?

Eight pieces!

He subconsciously reached into the inner pocket of his clothes, which contained the brigade's public funds, every penny of which was hard-earned.

The photographer noticed his movements, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Look at this, gentlemen, it's the best material..."

As he spoke, he was about to unroll the brocade banner.

"You count them," Zhang Wenshan said with a smile, stopping him and taking out eight yuan in change to put on the counter.

From the very beginning, he never intended for the team to pay him.

After the money and goods were exchanged, the two left the photo studio with the banner in their hands. The photographer watched them leave from the doorway, his smile never fading.

"Oh dear, the expenses in town are huge." Wang Tieshan glanced back, his tone tinged with a sigh. "I'll talk to the secretary and the accountant later and give you the money."

Before they came, they had estimated the cost of making the banner.

The result far exceeded their expectations, so much so that he dared not make the decision himself.

Eight yuan can buy more than eight jin of affordable pork, enough for a large family to have a prosperous New Year. It's just a small amount of money spent.

It feels like a dream.

"How could I use the team's money?" Zhang Wenshan chuckled. "The money I got from the fishing and hunting group includes this expense."

"You..." Wang Tieshan was about to refuse.

On second thought, as long as the snail business continues, I can earn back the eight yuan in no time.

He couldn't help but sigh, feeling like he was falling behind the times.

In the past, eight yuan meant the whole family had to tighten their belts and squeeze it out of their mouths.

Now I can just collect snails every day.

As they were talking, the two arrived at the food company, registered their identities at the entrance, and Wang Tieshan was about to go inside.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wenshan took out a cigarette, handed it to the gatekeeper, and started chatting.

He explained in detail why they did it, and then he asked everyone he met where to send the banner, repeating the same story over and over again.

Wang Tieshan was puzzled.

Footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and several neatly dressed people with badges pinned to their chests walked quickly towards them.