Fruit stores must have grades and form brands, and then they must be managed in a standardized manner.

Standardized management starts with unified dress, and Yang Shubao wants to buy tooling for the old killer and Kunna Lite.

It is said that the wooden house adopts the Zulu tribal architectural style, and the old killer and Kunnalite, who are employees, should wear traditional Zulu costumes.

But traditional Zulu clothing is tempting only when worn by unmarried girls, because they don’t wear anything on their upper body.

Uncle Yang chose to use formal clothes to match them. The old killer was a vest shirt with a bow tie, and a small suit when the weather was cold.

Barbara Quinnalitt is a women's shirt with trousers. She used to be a teacher, but her temperament has nothing to do with culture. She looks big and round in formal clothes and looks like a female bodyguard.

Seeing him selecting these clothes for the two of them, the old killer and Quinnalite were a little frightened: "We set up a stall to sell fruits, isn't this dressing style suitable?"

Yang Shubao said: "What's wrong with it? You have to wear it like this to create a contrast with the environment. This is called contrast cuteness."

The old killer looked at Kunna Lit, who was taller than himself and fatter than himself, and asked back, "Cute?"

Women all love beauty. Although Kunna Lit is a self-taught private teacher, such people often yearn for petty bourgeoisie the most and the most pursuing literary youth.

The old killer's meaning made her furious. She didn't care that the old man introduced her to this fat job and directly retorted with a angrily voice: "Of course I'm cute, look at your own black face, wrinkled like a chicken neck skin! With your contrast, how can I not be cute?"

When Yang Shubao heard what she had burst out from her mouth, he almost choked.

Facing this evaluation, the old killer calmly dealt with it. He stroked the skin and sighed: "I am so old."

He has been slept on the street for too long and has always lived in slums. Quinnalite's words are not swear words to him, nor are they swear words.

To facilitate the change of washing, Yang Shubao bought two sets of clothes for them. The consumption level in the small town was low. The full set of clothes and leather shoes cost only more than 500 yuan. After two days, he collected an integer of 1,000 yuan.

After buying the clothes, the old killer was reluctant to wear them. He reached out and stroked the slippery fabric of the suit and said, "I won't wear them for now. Wait for me to take a shower, take a good shower tonight and wear them tomorrow."

He went out with a suit carefully. A girl who was hawking the market with a vegetable basket lit up when she saw the brand new clothes in his hand. She thought he was a rich man and hurried to sell fruits: "Sir, sir, respectful sir, you must be very thirsty. Do you want to eat some fruit? I have Kokoboom here..."

Before she finished speaking, the old killer quickly waved his hand and said, "Go on the way, little girl, don't get close to me, I'm a new suit, a brand new suit!"

Yang Shubao said: "Entais, how do you treat a child with such an attitude? She just wants to sell you some fruit. Come to me, little girl, what are you selling? Is it a match?"

South Africans don’t understand this meme, and the little girl hurriedly said, “No, sir, it’s Kokoboum. My grandma grows Kokoboum by herself. You can buy some, it’s delicious.”

The girl raised the basket and Uncle Yang saw some fruits that looked like cucumbers inside, long strips, with burrs, yellow at the upper and lower ends, which was a fruit he had never seen before.

He took it out in surprise and asked the old killer, "Hey, what kind of fruit is this?"

The old killer looked horrified: "Don't hold it hard!"

While talking, he hid his clothes behind him.

Uncle Yang didn't hold the fruit hard, but when the old killer said that, he subconsciously pinched it.

Just like a water spray gun, a thick green juice gushed out.

The old killer quickly turned around to block the juice: "I said everything, God! I said don't hold it hard!"

Uncle Yang was surprised: "What kind of fruit is this? Why do you still spray water?"

He took the fruit and looked carefully. The fruit was long and had rough burrs on it, and then it would spray water...

nice one.

The old killer still didn't answer. He carefully raised his suit and looked at it. He felt relieved when he found that there was no splash of juice on it: "Fortunately, it's a pity that such a good dress is dirty."

Yang Shubao asked, "Can you answer me first? What kind of fruit is this?"

The old killer said, "She has told you, Kokoboom, this is Kokoboom."

Yang Shubao asked: "Cokobum is the name given to it in the Zulu language? What is its scientific name?"

Kua Province is the territory of the Zulu people, and many creatures and supplies are named after the transliteration of the Zulu language.

The old killer shook his head and said, "I knew it was called Kokoboum. It was a rare fruit. If you ask Kunna, maybe she knew Kokoboum's scientific name."

Kunnalite said awkwardly: "Sorry, Teacher Yang, I don't know what its scientific name is, but I know it is a fruit of aloe vera. This aloe vera can grow more than one meter tall and is very beautiful. The main stem is golden and the crown is like a green umbrella."

Yang Shubao asked curiously: "There are such aloe vera? Then why are there fewer ones? Logically speaking, such aloe vera is very valuable even as an ornamental species."

"Because it's not easy to feed them," said Quinnalit.

Uncle Yang immediately prepared to start raising the plant, and the life spring is not afraid of the poor vitality of the plants.

As a result, Kunnalit continued: "They are easy to provoke insects. The leaves of this aloe vera are very delicate. Once bitten or destroyed, they will rot. The rot will continue to the entire plant and eventually lead to its death. So to raise Kokoboom, you have to spend a lot of manpower to remove insects by artificially. At the same time, you must keep a regular eye on it. When you find problems, you will immediately cut off the rotten part to avoid spreading to the entire plant."

When Yang Shubao heard this, he gave up the idea of ​​raising this aloe. The spring of life will attract insects instead. He does not have the time to raise such a delicate plant.

But the fruit of Kokobum is quite interesting. He paid for it and bought all the basket.

They drove back to the town, and the drizzle was still drizzling, and the whole town was shrouded in the mist of smoke.

The wind blew, and the thin raindrops fell down tilted down, cleaning the town from top to bottom, the washing tiles were clear and the grass leaves were green.

Yang Shubao put down the old killer and Kunna Lite and went to Zhang Jinjie's office. Today he did not lead the group. He pulled a chair and sat at the door of the office watching the rain. He put a bottle of beer next to him, and he was leisurely and contented.

Seeing this, Uncle Yang got out of the car with fruit and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Jinjie said lazily: "Welcome the rain."

Yang Shubao said: "Don't you deserve a cup of hot tea when you enjoy the rain?"

Zhang Jinjie rolled his eyes: "You care? You are a stinky literary man, you still need tea when you see the rain. Then, should you go to see the snow and have to serve with a pig-killing dish?"

Yang Shubao said frankly: "Nicole likes this the most. He eats pig-killing dishes while watching the snow. However, it is indeed a bit inconsistent to watch the rain and drink hot tea in South Africa. Look, I'll give you some fruits and drink tea while eating fruits."

He handed Kokobum on it, and Zhang Jinjie smiled evilly at him: "You guy is filial..."

Uncle Yang took advantage of his smile and squeezed a handful of juice on the fruit.
Chapter completed!