Fengcheng old events

Chapter 171 The First Day of Selling Popsicles (Subscribe)
Push the Popsicle back the same way.

This time, Liu Guixin couldn't just follow along. Six hundred popsicles weighed more than 120 kilograms, and the wheels were not flexible, so it was quite difficult for Zhang Qing to push alone.

"See? I know you're being lazy if you're called." Liu Guixin complained a little.

Zhang Qingzhi pretended to be cowardly and kept silent.

The way back is farther than when we went, so we have to push it to the grain station.

Liu Guixin's booth was assigned to the bus station next to the highway at the main entrance of the grain station.

Although the traffic in Nanfen is mainly small trains at this moment, there are also many buses.The small trains are more concentrated in the morning and evening when they get off work, and there are fewer trains during the day, and they have to transport ore and iron powder.

Finally returned to the entrance of the grain station, put the popsicle cart on the side of the road, found two stones to catch the wheels to prevent it from running, took off the wooden bench on the cart and put it beside the cart, Zhang Qingzhi clapped his hands: "Then I'll be back?"

Liu Guixin put on the apron with the coin bag sewn on it, and nodded: "Well, come back, is there time? If it's too late, put the third child with Mrs. Sun first, and come back at noon."

Zhang Qingzhi looked at his watch: "Almost, I'll hurry up. If you're hungry, buy fritters. Don't be reluctant."

The food station at the back sells deep-fried dough sticks and fried dough sticks in the morning and noon, as well as soy milk. Many people eat here, and the smell of fried dough sticks and fried dough sticks wafts far away.

In this era, twisted fried dough sticks are all good things, and many people are too greedy and reluctant to eat them once.

Pay [-] cents for a catty of food stamps, and [-] cents for half a catty of food stamps.It costs five or six sticks per catty, and soy milk costs five cents a bowl.

Liu Guixin turned his head and glanced at the grain station where people were coming and going, his throat throbbed a few times, and he agreed, and Zhang Qingzhi walked around the car to look around before heading home.

When they got home, the eldest and second child had already woken up and washed their faces.Children in this era do not have the habit of brushing their teeth, including some adults who do not brush their teeth, or only brush once at intervals.

The second child is setting the table and serving meals.This is a hard worker.

The third child is still sleeping, sleeping fragrantly on the kang.

"Can Xiaojun find the grain station?" Zhang Qingzhi asked.

"Yes, what are you doing?"

"Take Ermin there before noon, your mother sells popsicles there, and no one at home cooks food."

"Then, what are you eating? Popsicles?"

"As long as you have something to eat, don't forget to listen? I'm afraid I won't be able to find my second child."

Zhang Xinglong took the bowls and chopsticks to the table: "I can find it, and I know where the food station is." He always passed the door of the food station when he went to the hospital.

"You two go together, don't run around alone, do you listen? Hurry up and eat and go to school."

"Then what's wrong with my little brother?" Zhang Xinglong took a bite of the steamed bun and asked.

"Send it to your mother in a while, and go out with your mother there." Zhang Qingzhi went over and stabbed the third child with his cold hand: "Wake up, wake up."

When the younger brothers had eaten and went out with their schoolbags on their backs, Zhang Qingzhi also coaxed the third child up, put on his clothes and wiped his face: "Guess what your mother is doing?"

"What are you doing?" The third child shook his head and looked around, but there was no one in the room.

"I went to sell popsicles, do you want to eat popsicles?"

"Think. Where do you sell it?"

"Hurry up and eat, I'll take you there after eating, and you can accompany your mother to look after the stall and be a good child, okay?"

"Okay." The third child licked his lips.

He has eaten popsicles no more than three times since he was a child, it's sweet.

In the past, individuals were not allowed to do business, and all state-owned stores sold things, and popsicles were a scarce food.The point is that this thing is not easy to store.

Big cities like Shenyang BJ, including BX City, have state-run popsicle stalls, but there are no popsicle stalls here in Nanfen. Liu Guixin is one of the first batch of popsicle sellers here, and also the first batch of self-employed businesses.

The crackdown on speculation in the town had just converted the office into a business management office.At this time, the Nanfen People's Commune had been abolished, and the town system had been restored. It was called Nanfen Town, and it was still under the leadership of the BX Municipal New District.

The east tomb and west tomb in the city were changed to Dongfen and Xifen.

After feeding the third child, he rushed to Liu Guixin's side, and Zhang Qingzhi hurried to work again.It's already late, but fortunately no one pursued it.Because of his long leave, he has been dismissed by the Party's mediation office at this moment, and he is no longer the leader of the workshop maintenance team.

On the contrary, it is light without an official.According to Liu Guixin's words, he has no big ambitions, and his wife and children are completely satisfied when they are on the kang.

In fact, it should also be satisfied. People always realize when they are old that there is nothing more important than a happy family together.

In the evening, Zhang Qing got off work and asked the boss and the second to do their homework, and he made dinner.

"What did you have for lunch?"

"Fried dough sticks. Dad's pulp is so sweet."

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious. My brother even robbed me to eat."

"You can't finish eating." Zhang Xingjun hurriedly defended.

"Okay, finish your homework quickly, and we will pick up your mother and third child together later."

After the food was cooked and heated in the pot, the three of you went out to pick up the girls from the grain station.

It was dusk, and Zhang Xingjun was envious of seeing groups of wild children running wildly along the way from time to time.

"Dad, make me a hoop? Can you? Others have it."

"What's the use of that thing? Push and run like a fool."

"Is it okay to make a wooden gun?"

"If you have the energy to study hard, you can talk about things that you can't do all day. If you don't play that, you will die?"

Zhang Guangjun pursed his mouth and remained silent, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.dare not say.

When he arrived at the stall, Liu Guixin sat on the stool and hugged the third child, humming, and looked at the direction of the intersection above.

There are also two popsicle sellers over there, guarding both sides of the intersection, and they are all in this group.

On the other side of the store is an old couple who live in Xiahetao, surnamed Da.The family opposite is Wang, also a couple, about the same age as Zhang Qingzhi.

"How is it? It's not sold out yet?" Zhang Qingzhi asked.

Liu Guixin turned his head and looked over: "Dinner is ready? I still have some, let's sell it later. There are two people in the two families, one is looking at the stall and the other is carrying it to the alley. They sell faster than us."

Zhang Qingzhi glanced up: "How do you recite it?"

"It's just a small box, covered with a small quilt, and filled with thirty sticks at a time."

Zhang Qingzhi scratched his head: "The box is easy to make, just get a paper shell and make one. Who will carry it? I'm not going to work anymore?"

Liu Guixin said: "If you sell on Sundays, the boss and the second child can also sell it, just don't memorize it a little bit, plus me, the four of us can't sell the two of them?"

Zhang Qingzhi pointed to the popsicle cart: "Where's the stall? Throw it away?"

Liu Guixin brightened up the third child in his arms: "Have you forgotten your own son? I told you that the third child may be impatient and not afraid of life. You can settle accounts with money."

"Dad, I sold all this afternoon, am I amazing?"

"Really?" Zhang Qingzhi didn't quite believe it.

"Really, I didn't even think about it. I was just teasing him. Who knows that he can really do it. It's not wrong to sell it for an afternoon."

"Oh, my old son is really capable, he is indeed my son." Zhang Qingzhi went to touch the third son's head.

"You make four small boxes, and the eldest and the second will come and sell them with me after school. If you wait until Sunday, you can sell one hundred more boxes for more than [-] cents. I bought all the cotton and sewed out the quilt at night. "

"Okay, you can do it as you say. Is Xiaobing really good at watching stalls?"

"Dad, I can do it, sure, I will help you earn money."

Liu Guixin happily kissed the third son on the face: "My son is really good, he can help him at such an age."

She taught her children arithmetic at home when she had nothing to do, which would come in handy.

(End of this chapter)