The middle-aged man wearing a grease-stained apron looked up and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Hey, who do I think he is? It turns out he's the famous big eater in our alley!"
Yi Chuanzong rolled his eyes, his reputation is so resounding and he has such strength.
"Big Boss, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and take out your treasured pickles, or I will sue you for speculation."
Main roads like East Chang'an Street have shops on both sides. Although they are not large, they are also small state-owned shops.
Those shop owners who set up stalls are just for convenience. Just like steaming steamed buns in so many baskets at one time, it is like a fairyland when the pot is opened. The ventilation is not good and the water vapor cannot escape for a long time. If there is oil, it will be gone inside the house.
The law treats people badly.
But the breakfast stalls that can be seen everywhere are different. They are not state-owned. Now that the situation is better, the economy has just begun to sprout. The higher-ups are more relaxed when it comes to such stalls and ghost markets. It is a kind of response to the markets below.
adjust.
After all, we use receipts for everything nowadays, but if someone does not need meat stamps but needs food stamps, they will secretly exchange them. Selling some breakfast at this kind of stall is not a big deal. Just like helping people cook, it can also enrich people's lives.
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"Hey, you can go ahead and file a complaint. I've already reported it to the neighborhood committee, and my name is also listed in the street office."
Zhang said indifferently, but he still bent down and opened a small cabinet next to him, reached into the innermost part and took out a small porcelain bowl, which contained pickled green radish and pickles.
It was placed on the table with a clang, and the elder Zhang said distressedly: "You should eat less!"
Yi Chuanzong grinned and brought them all over. What's the use of feeling distressed at this time?
"Hey, you've already called me a big eater, and you still want me to eat less?"
Although the fried dough sticks soaked in soy milk are delicious, he ate too much, ten pounds, and there is no salt in his mouth. How can it be good?
Yi Chuanzong didn't really want to sue others. This eldest brother Zhang was very similar to his uncle. The old couple didn't have any children, but his family was even worse because he didn't even have a serious job.
Nowadays, jobs are tight, supplies are scarce, and many people's lives are very difficult. It was only after Da Lao Zhang responded to the neighborhood committee that he was allowed to sell some breakfast.
A pound of fried dough sticks only costs three cents, and a pound of stick noodles costs seven cents. It’s not clear how Yi Chuanzong fried them, or maybe they were mixed with something. Anyway, the dough is very thin, so it won’t hurt people.
These diners eat here just as they would at home. They can eat while strolling around, which makes their life very comfortable.
Lao Zhang got up so early and worked hard all morning, which was enough for the old couple to eat. Of course he would not make it difficult for others.
Yi Chuanzong was eating happily. The deep-fried dough sticks soaked in soy milk were juicy and sour, but when he glanced at them, he saw the brown chopsticks stretched out gently.
"Hey, uncle, you don't have martial ethics, so you stole my pickles to eat!"
The old man with the gray steamed buns over there said with a smile: "I am eating Big Lao Zhang's food, not yours." He turned around and said, "Big Lao Zhang, you are not authentic. I have been eating here for three years.
Why didn’t you know you were still hiding pickles?”
The elder Zhang, with a dark face, stretched out the dough buns with both hands, and the panel made a loud sound.
Why didn't he know? Of course he ate it when no one was around. These two people came to take advantage of him today!
Over there, Yi Chuanzong had already sped up. When he went out to have a meal, someone was still trying to grab him. He felt so happy that he had taken the advantage, but now someone was taking advantage of him again, which made him feel uncomfortable.
After eating without waiting for the uncle over there to pick up the second pickle, Yi Chuanzong took the pickle bowl away and said proudly: "Hey, you eat slowly, I've finished it!"
The uncle who was teasing the bird didn't care, "Come on, a piece of pickle is enough for me. Seeing you eating so fast, I can't even eat!"
The corner of Yi Chuanzong's mouth twitched, but he still felt a little unhappy that this old guy had taken advantage of him, "Big Boss, pay the bill!"
"Ten pounds of fried dough sticks cost 30 cents, five bowls of soy milk cost 15 cents, a total of 45 cents." Old Zhang poured the fried dough sticks into the oil pan and settled the bill without looking back.
Seeing that he was still busy, Yi Chuanzong counted out the money and food stamps and put them on the table, "Put them here."
"Okay." Zhang said casually. After putting all the fried dough sticks in the pot, he took the money from the table and started counting it. This turned out to be an extra penny. He quickly shouted, "Here, big man."
too much!"
Yi Chuanzong replied from a distance, "Pickle money!"
The boss smiled happily and stuffed the money into the belly pocket on his apron.
Over there, Yi Chuanzong quickly arrived at the bus stop, where there were two middle-aged uncles and an aunt waiting for the bus.
At this time, aunts gave birth to more children, and many of them had a fat figure, similar to the second and third aunts in the yard.
"Uncle, aunt, do you know which bus we should take to Mentougou?"
The two uncles must have been together. They looked at each other and quickly shook their heads to express their ignorance.
The aunt looked him up and down, and then said enthusiastically: "Young man, there are so many buses that you can't even remember if they are not frequented. You can ask the conductor when the bus comes."
"Thanks, aunt."
Yi Chuanzong just asked casually. He was not very familiar with the bus routes here. He just took the bus once when he came from the village and walked a long way.
The aunt stared at him again and said, "Young man, if I remember correctly, you should be Master Yi's nephew, right? You are really strong!"
Yi Chuanzong smiled slightly, and he was forced to chat again, "Yes, the meat in the city is relatively tight. Taking advantage of the holiday, the uncle asked me to go to the countryside to buy ten kilograms of pork. He said he wanted to buy more fat meat!
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People in rural areas are relatively poor and have low consumption power. Few families buy meat, but the supply is not small. Many city people will ask people to go to the countryside to buy meat.
The aunt's face immediately paled, and her head felt a little dazed. Ten pounds of meat? Did she hear it right?
She had always heard that Yi Zhonghai was an eighth-level fitter with a salary of ninety-nine yuan a month, but she never imagined that life could be so luxurious, with ten pounds of meat!
Saliva was constantly secreting from her mouth, her eyes were full of envy, and the aunt couldn't open her mouth for a while.
Seeing this, Yi Chuanzong grinned at the aunt, then looked into the distance and started waiting for the bus. The aunt should have to think for a while.
But what he didn't expect was that the aunt paused for half a minute, rolled her eyes and spoke again, "Young man, I remember you are twenty years old and just came from the village. You probably don't have a wife yet, right?"
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Yi Chuanzong thought of his meal ticket and the crowd he saw at yesterday's rally. He immediately shook his head and said seriously: "The uncle said, I have such a big appetite and I can't start a family unless I start a career.
A top fitter will find a wife."
In fact, the uncle never said this at all, and he didn't pay attention to the exam he will take next month, because most people need to study for a year and a half to become a first-level fitter.
Because Yi Chuanzong is a new employee this year, he only has one opportunity to take the assessment. He does not have to wait for the collective technical assessment in the middle of the year. The first uncle simply does not believe that he can pass the exam this year, and just thinks that he needs to adapt to the exam environment.
The aunt over there was stunned again, Level 6 fitter?
What directly comes to mind is the high salary of a sixth-level fitter, seventy-two and three yuan a month!
Then the aunt thought about the difficulty of being a Level 6 fitter. The entire No. 3 Steel Rolling Plant had more than a hundred Level 6 fitters, all of whom were between 35 and 40 years old. How can we wait until then to find a wife?
The aunt was silent for a while. She didn't know what to talk to this young man. She was such a miserable person. She was so burdened by her appetite that she couldn't even find a wife!
If you eat less, how comfortable would your life be with such an old man?