Muttering and packing along with gossiping, Brother Xiaozhang finally got all the small delivery boxes taped up, turning the flat cardboard pieces into neat, square boxes. Now piled up in a corner of the yard, they looked quite impressive—a big pile indeed.
Next, the plan was to use the transparent plastic containers he brought to pack the sorghum into them, one by one, seal the boxes, print labels and take them away...
"Wait a second!"
He suddenly realized: "Why hasn't my machine spit out any labels for a while? Did you forget to print them?"
Zhang Yanping was momentarily puzzled: "No labels?"
That shouldn't be... He mulled over the computer and then slowly stood straight: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot to list them."
In short, selling hadn't even started.
Brother Xiaozhang: ...
Zhang Yanping was not anxious: "It's only 4:00 pm, still early, just wait a little, ten or eight minutes, no rush."
Then he shouted loudly: "Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao!"
