These old ladies fight in the market every day, and can always find opportunities in your words and take advantage of them, and they will inevitably give out a few more stupid eggs.

It’s all for my own children. I ate a stupid egg in the morning, which is nutritious. The old lady doesn’t care what the experts say, but she just thinks that I have raised my child and will not get any problems with what I eat. I don’t know yet!

"Zhang, your business is all brought by eggs. I think you might as well change your career and just make up eggs!" Brother Hu next door also teased while drinking water.

"Hey, you're right. Unfortunately, there are only a few hens in my hometown, with just a little yield. Otherwise, I would have changed my career. By the way, Brother Hu, I'll take some of the new goods today and get them home for my children. Last night, I had something to do and didn't have time to give money to Brother Xiong! But I've received your favor, haha." Zhang Huchen said with a smile while carrying the iron cage box.

All the haze is gone. Although it is not very good, it is finally clear that the rain has passed and the sky is clear, and all the burdens are gone.

"That's right, you have to thank me well. I'm not polite to eggs. My old lady has a bad appetite recently, so she happened to take it to honor her." The boss surnamed Hu also replied, and saw the guest coming to the door and quickly greeted her.

It was past seven in the morning and there were fewer people. Zhang Huchen had the time to eat breakfast, tofu brain, coarse grain cakes and pickles, and three yuan a meal was already a high standard.

Although Zhang Huchen made a big deal last night, he really couldn't eat it if you asked him to take the money to eat abalone. In his opinion, shark fin is not as delicious as fans and is economical and affordable.

The mouse skin tobacco pipe was from the village chief when he came out of his hometown. The old man came back to see a doctor last time and asked him to return it! It is said that the tobacco pipes kept in such tobacco pipes will not smell or be damp.

After rolling up the tobacco from the farm, Zhang Huchen moistened the cigarette paper with his tongue, held it in his mouth, took the lighter and lit it, and took a beautiful breath. The choking smell spread far away. Li Laoshi's wife, who was at the lower end, shouted at this side.

"Boss Zhang, get away and choke me to death!" This fat woman, who is even more exaggerated than Zhang Huchen, has always been a scene on the street, and her voice is as loud as a firecracker.

Zhang Huchen could only hunch his head, bowed his body, and trotted all the way to the entrance of the shopping mall opposite. At this time, the mall had not opened yet, and the people who bought chickens in the morning had dispersed. There were not many customers. The busy men from all over the family came over. For a moment, various brands of cigarettes were burned together, and the spacious steps here made a unique scenery.

This leisurely time can last until 9:30 to 10:00, and by noon, another group of people come to buy goods.

Although these people made money, they also suffered a lot. They had to go back, settle the money, and order the goods, and there was no silence.

Under this hard work and busy polishing, Zhang Huchen's heart gradually subsided, and even the blood and killing in the City of Glory gradually faded away, as if it was an unreal dream. However, in the mark on his chest, the large number of items hidden reminded himself that this was definitely not a dream.

In the afternoon, Zhang Huchen's goods were almost sold for one day. When the door was about to close, Boss Hu came over mysteriously: "Xiao Zhang, come on, let me tell you something!"

Zhang Huchen was washing his gloves and was about to close the door. He walked over and asked in confusion: "What's the matter? It's so mysterious. Oh, did you win the lottery?" Boss Hu, Zhengtian liked to study a lottery, saying that there were rules inside, and he won a lot of big prizes, but he always missed him, but he was still happy. Boss Hu also held an encouragement attitude. Once, the two sat and chatted. Zhang Huchen asked inadvertently, and then he realized that the boss lady was also very thoughtful.

At that time, Boss Hu said: "Although my old Hu spent three or five yuan a day, it is better than going out to play mahjong, and it is better than going out to wash your feet and hair, and finding an inappropriate girl to get out of the bed sheets. I would rather spend some money every day than talking outside."

At that time, Zhang Huchen sighed to Boss Hu. With such a wife, no wonder he could buy two houses in the city.

There is a line from a TV series that says it well: I would rather my man call another woman's name on my bed than he calls my name on other women. (From Blade 1937, Qin Shanbao.)

Only real women can easily grasp happiness. Such a simple truth is wrong.

I didn't delay listening to Boss Hu's gossip news.

"No, don't interrupt me. I've got the news. Brother Xiong, who came here to collect money, had a problem last night. I heard that he smashed his head and snatched all the money in the safe. You didn't go to find him yesterday. I was so lucky. Otherwise, you might be able to get it on you, but don't say it out, just pretend that I don't know. My old Hu is absolutely stern! Don't say it's missing, put my old Hu in it!"

"All right, thank you, Brother Hu, wait, I will forget if you don't come." Zhang Huchen turned around and went to the store, and carried one of the refrigerated cardboard boxes out: "Give it, there are not many, go home and respect the old lady, don't give it all out, and make up for it yourself. This age woman is like a wolf or a tiger, haha!"

"Go, go, go, you are a single young man, what do you know! I'm leaving, you go back early to rest, see you tomorrow!" Boss Hu looked at the obviously larger cardboard box and took him back to present treasure to his wife with satisfaction.

After pulling the roller shutter door, Zhang Huchen looked at the cold street, shook his head, and yawned. He hadn't eaten lunch yet, so he happened to eat a bowl of mutton soup while the weather was hot.

The hotter it is, the more you need to eat something that can sweat. The more you reach this time, the less you cannot drink cold beer or eat ice sorbet.

Think about it, the internal organs are like a hot teapot. When they are hot, you don’t dissipate the heat, but you have to pour cold water on it. Naturally, the heat will simmer and accumulate in your body, making your body bulge like a ball. Sooner or later, it will explode and it will be strange if you don’t get sick. This means that you can’t eat iced food at all, but you have to be appropriate. Zhang Huchen himself also likes to drink a few pops of ice beer. As long as it is not like this every day, it will cause less damage to your body.

The alley is very dilapidated, especially at the intersection, where parking cars are waiting to park in the middle of the road, occupying two rows of lanes.

There is a two-story storehouse with wooden signs and red gold characters, with a few big characters written on it: Xu Ji Shaomai.

This inconspicuous little restaurant is because there are long cars parked at the door. This time-honored brand is a real golden sign. It is said that the first leader gave it to me for more than 40 years.

Hundreds of years ago, when the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty went out for a trip, he would create an old brand after eating some snacks and writing a word. In the new society, all old things were broken, but some things could never be found again. Some of them took the initiative to pick them up and offer them to them.

If it's food, it's okay. If it's something else, you have to think about whose interests it is in!

(By the way, I recommend you to have a ticket, and I win the prize every day, yes.)
Chapter completed!