MTL - Since 1981 Health School-Chapter 12 Despised in the Lanxiang Pavilion

  Chapter 12 Despised in the Lanxiang Pavilion

  Two red sleeves came to Chen Qi, "Hey, new face, this fruit is pretty good, hey, where did you come from?"

  Chen Qi quickly stood up and replied respectfully:

   "Hello, brother. I'm a local, from the countryside. I just sell some bayberry and peaches that I grow at home. I can assure you that it's definitely not speculation."

  Red Sleeve looked around and found that there was indeed no suspicious person, so he nodded:

   "You can sell your own products, but you can't do business. You only have 4 baskets of fruit, right? If you have too many baskets, you can't do it. It's a small business. We'll arrest you, understand?"

  Red Sleeves saw that he was a countryman, and he habitually threatened a few words, but in fact he didn't pay much attention to it in his heart, wasn't he just selling a few baskets of fruit.

  They have been patrolling the market for a long time, so they naturally understand that it is not easy to transport the bayberries and peaches from the mountains, and the quantity is not too much.

  Chen Qi quickly nodded and bowed: "Understood, I will leave after selling."

   Picked up four more peaches: "Come on, two big brothers, have a taste. These are Mohu peaches from my family. They are sweet."

  The two red sleeves saw that the countryman was so upbeat, and took Taozi with a smile on his face, "OK, then the 5 cents booth fee will not be charged today, let's go."

  Chen Qi curled his lips, and sat down again without saying a word.

   After a while, several women who bought vegetables gathered around, and the two baskets of fruit were sold out immediately. Chen Qi still went to the alley quietly to take out the fruit in the old way, and there were still four baskets.

   Half an hour later, the two red sleeves went shopping again, and found that the country guy was still guarding 4 baskets of fruit by himself, and it seemed that they hadn't sold them?

  The two of them didn't care, glanced at it, and wandered to other places.

  The Straw Hat Lane Farmer’s Market is the largest vegetable market in the city, and with the small vendors along the street, it takes at least half an hour to go around, which gives Chen Qi enough time lag.

   When the market closed in the evening, he sold out the "last 4 baskets" of fruit, patted his **** and left.

   Don't look at him walking in a calm and calm manner, but if someone looks carefully, he can find that his feet are shaking slightly, and his steps are hurried, like a race walking competition in later generations.

  If Li Changyu is here, it is obvious at a glance that there is definitely something wrong with this person, and he has a guilty conscience.

  Chen Qi can't be guilty, he sold a whole 100 yuan of fruit under the nose of the red sleeve, if he is found out, he can be caught and sentenced.

  So he had to quickly escape from this place of right and wrong.

  Out of Straw Hat Lane, ran across the Dayun Bridge, away from the red sleeves, Chen Qicai found a place to sit down and panted heavily.

  He is so excited, it turns out that doing business is so exciting, it turns out that making money is so easy, and he still went to a fart medical school, how good is it to be a bad guy in the 80s?

  Thinking of this, Chen Qi couldn't help but yelled a few times, which caused the residents next to him to stick out their heads, "The country is Ning, the brain cells are firmly established, and you have an air!"

  The door slammed shut again.

  City people are really snobbish.

  Chen Qi didn't care too much, his stomach was already growling at this time, and he ate a sweet potato between fruit sales, which was given to him by the silly elder sister before he left.

   This thing is really delicious when I first eat it, but if I eat too much, I really want to vomit.

  Since we are in the city, how could we not have good food?

  Chen Qi inherited the memory of his predecessor, knowing that there are several century-old restaurants closest to him,

  For example, "Tongxinlou" is famous for its fried buns, "Rongluchun" is famous for its crab roe dumplings, and "Lanxiangguan" is famous for its various noodles.

   In the past, Chen Qi had no money in his pocket, so every time he passed by, he could only pay attention, and then smell his nose, feeling satisfied like fellow Ah Q.

  Chen Qi now has a huge sum of 100 yuan hidden in his pocket, what's wrong with eating a bowl of shredded pork noodles? I need 10 more pan-fried buns to live a new life, and I can no longer be a starving ghost.

  When Chen Qi walked into the nearest Lanxiang Restaurant, he found that it was an antique restaurant.

  The first floor is filled with all kinds of snacks, especially the famous noodles, and the second and third floors are full of stir-fried vegetables, which are not accessible to ordinary people.

   After entering the door, Chen Qi sat in front of a table, and then waited for the waiter to ask what he wanted to eat, but after waiting for a long time, no one came up to ask, feeling very dissatisfied.

  “I knew the attitude of the waiters in the 1980s was bad, but I didn’t expect it to be so bad, and they didn’t come to entertain customers after waiting for a long time.”

   "Hey, waiter, here, here," Chen Qi yelled at a big sister who was cleaning up the dishes.

  The eldest sister looked around, walked over, threw the rag on the table, and cursed at the top of her voice:

   "What are you calling? What are you calling? Do you understand the dining etiquette? You are yelling in the lobby. The country people really don't know much."

"I…"

  Chen Qi thought it was amazing. Before he questioned their service, he was scolded by the waiter first, and all the countrymen came.

   "I mean this aunt?"

   "Who's aunt? Who's aunt? Is my mother that old? Blind your dog eyes!"

"you you…"

"What are you? When a countryman enters the city, he considers himself an uncle? What, do you want to get a few maids to serve you? Who do you think you are? Now is a new society, everyone is the master of the country. Get up your dirty old thoughts!"

  Hey, Chen Qi is a good-tempered person, but now he is very angry.

   "I said this auntie, don't I just want to eat a bowl of noodles? What about you? It's not like I won't give you money."

  The waiter obviously saw a lot of country guys like Chen Qi, so he immediately sneered:

"You have money? You have money for something. See, what is this place? This is a state-run restaurant. Food stamps are required for meals. Do you have any? A country bumpkin dares to come to Lanzhou with a few cents in his pocket." The incense shop is desolate? Is this the place you should come to?"

   Food stamps?

  Chen Qi immediately remembered that in the early 1980s, there were still food stamps, oil stamps, cloth stamps and so on. It didn’t matter in other places. State-run restaurants and state-owned stores had to be purchased with stamps.

   Seeing Chen Qi standing there in a daze, the waiter got even more excited:

   "No tickets, right? I knew it, a country old man, get out of here."

  The other customers who were dining next to him were no strangers to it. Everyone smiled and lowered their heads to watch themselves eating noodles. The squeaky sound made Chen Qi so greedy that his eyes were in tears.

   It turned out that I was angry because I didn’t have money, but now I’m still angry if I have money. Don’t I just want to eat a bowl of noodles? am i easy me?

   Seeing him pitiful, a middle-aged cadre-like man next to him couldn't bear it, walked over and said:

   "Young man, you don't have food stamps, so there is still somewhere to eat. You go out of the noodle shop and go south. There is Cangqiaozhi Street over there. There is an old couple selling noodles, but the price is a little more expensive."

   Alas, there are still good people in this world.

  (end of this chapter)