The popsicle stand that Chu Heng and the others found was a mobile stand.
It was just a tricycle, with several insulated boxes made of wooden boards and foam pulled behind it, which contained popsicles from the food factory. People walked around the streets shouting and selling them everywhere.
At this moment, there were many people gathered in front of the stall, and most of them were children, but they were buying less and watching more.
Although a popsicle is not expensive, costing a few cents or a dime, most people are still reluctant to buy it to relieve the heat. At most, they only buy one occasionally to satisfy their cravings.
After all, if it gets hotter, it won’t kill anyone, so it’s just a matter of patience, so why spend that wasted money?
This is how most parents respond to children begging for popsicles.
"Come on, kid, get your popsicles!"
At this time, next to the popsicle stand, a four or five-year-old girl in exquisite clothes happily took a cream popsicle from the hand of the popsicle seller, and couldn't wait to stick out her pink tongue and take a lick.
The icy cold taste, with the sweetness of milk, instantly conquered her taste buds, and her eyes immediately turned into beautiful crescents.
Beside her, a group of children wearing patched clothes looked at her eagerly, salivating with greed, but they didn't even have a penny on them, but they could only look at the plum blossoms to quench their thirst.
As for robbing.
The children looked at the middle-aged man in military uniform next to the girl, a little intimidated.
Farther away, there are several children gathered around the cheapest one-cent popsicle. You and I eat it one bite at a time, feeling the coolness and sweetness on the tip of the tongue. Everyone has a smile on their face.
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It was just a small penny, but it gave them happiness that many people in future generations would not have access to by tens or millions.
"Crunch!"
At this time, Chu Heng drove the Volga to a stop on the street. Immediately, he saw a few people in the car who were covered in sweat in the stuffy car running out in a swarm and went straight to the popsicle stand.
"Here are some popsicles."
When he arrived, Xiang Yong was ahead of others and threw a dollar to the popsicle seller's door, then reached into the box at the back door to get the popsicles.
"Hey, hey, what! Take your hands away!"
The aunt had quick eyes and quick hands, and slapped his paw away with a slap, scolding with a bad look on her face: "You touch your hands if they are not clean? I will not finish with you if you soil the popsicles!"
They are formal workers and do not make money by selling popsicles.
"I'm sorry, aunt, I'm anxious." Xiang Yong took back his red hand and said with a smile: "If you're tired, give us five cream popsicles, just a dime."
Su Chen, who was sweating next to him, heard this and said hurriedly: "I don't want cream, I want two cents of ice, please give me two!"
"How many do you want?" The aunt frowned and glanced at the goods with an impatient look on her face.
Chu Heng looked at his aunt, who must have reached menopause, but he didn't share her experience. He said patiently, "Aunt, you are troubled, please give us four 10-cent cream popsicles, two cents each."
The aunt took a look at this handsome young man, and her expression immediately improved. Then she opened the popsicle box and took out the popsicles they wanted one by one.
"Oh, so comfortable!"
Su Chen chewed the popsicle like a cucumber.
Chu Heng and others, who were gnawing on cream popsicles, also looked refreshed.
"I wish I could grow up quickly! Then I will buy popsicles to eat every day!"
On the side, because he had no money to sell popsicles, a child could only stand on the side and looked enviously at Chu Heng and others who were enjoying their meal, and made a child... No, it should be the stupidest wish in life.
Moreover, there are many friends around him who have the same idea as him. They feel that when they grow up and have money, they won't have so many worries.
"Zi yo yo!"
Soon, Chu Heng and the others finished the popsicles in their hands, and the heat on their bodies also subsided a little. Then those who were not satisfied with their food asked for a few more popsicles and continued to stand in the shade.
Eating popsicles and chatting about work.
Not long passed.
After eating more than two yuan of sticks, Chu Heng and the others gave up. They found the aunt and retrieved the remaining money, and prepared to leave in the envious eyes of a group of children.
Chu Heng came to the car and was about to open the door and go in. Suddenly he looked up at the increasingly hot sun in the sky. He couldn't help but think of the workers on the construction site who were busy under the scorching sun. He immediately turned back and looked for the aunt.
After some discussion, we took all the popsicles and asked her to go with them to the construction site of the family building.
The aunt was naturally not happy about this, so she agreed without thinking. She could get off work after selling two carts of popsicles every day. It would be good to be able to sell the items in the cart earlier.
Immediately, Chu Heng, considering the aunt's physical strength, asked her to get into the car, and then asked Xiang Yong to follow him on the tricycle, heading towards Fuxing Gate together.
Of course, Chu Heng didn't treat one favorably. He threw Bai Hongyang, the chief of the finance section, and asked him to find a popsicle stand to deliver to the construction site over the guest house.
"Oh, this car is so comfortable to sit in! It's much better than the cars next to it!"
Inside the Volgana, Aunt Popsicle sat and touched the soft cushions, then looked around curiously at other places in the car.
Chu Heng and others glanced at this little old lady with a bad temper, chatted casually with her, and soon left the Fuxing Gate and arrived near the construction site.
The old factory area of the food factory is located at the urban-rural fringe outside Fuxingmen. It is surrounded by several large and small factories and a patchwork of bungalows.
Some of these bungalows are occupied by aborigines, while others are employees of surrounding factories.
Chu Heng drove along the main road and soon came to the construction site of the family building of the Sixth District Grain Management Office next to the road.
Within a circle of tall red brick walls, there were six half-finished five-story dusty buildings. Because the place was big enough, Chu Heng didn't let people from the Engineering Bureau change the distance between the buildings.
It was too narrow, so there was this huge open space between each building, and some fruit trees had been transplanted.
Also because the venue was large enough, he also built a small square in the middle of the six buildings.
This square is almost over 5,000 square meters, with a cement floor. There are basketball courts, table tennis tables, swings, single and parallel bars, pavilions and other facilities. There are also many willow trees planted around it.
At this moment, many workers are busy on the construction site. Some are laying pipelines in family buildings, and some are laying floors in small squares.
In addition to these workers, there are also some supervisory teams voluntarily organized by the employees' families squatting aside and watching.
Around the time when the foundation of the construction site was being laid, some family members of the employees formed this construction team. They came here every day, rain or shine, to watch the construction, and they paid every penny, even if a brick was missing!
After all, this is their own building, how can they rest assured if they don’t keep an eye on it?
However, the construction team is also miserable, having to battle wits and courage with these guys every day.
