Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Although he didn't eat the hot noodle soup, he had two pieces of pancakes, and they were white flour pancakes. Liu Fulin felt that it didn't matter whether he drank the noodle soup or not.

Gu Siwei didn't care even more. He used to worry that in addition to a broken house, there was only a broken bed. The only utensil at home was a ladle, which was made of half an old gourd.

If this can be considered a tool.

Now it’s ready, we have the pot. Even though it’s a small pot, it’s still a pot, right? There are also bowls, seven or eight large bowls with water, which are enough for any use.

In addition to pots and bowls, there are also two or three basins, all of which are enamel basins, deep and covered.

Not to mention other things to eat and drink.

There was no food in the restaurant, so the two tightened their belts and headed to the oil extraction area.

Needless to say, the oil extraction place is also state-owned, and there are also serious people holding iron rice bowls. It’s just that they are all old men, three in total, all between thirty and forty. People like to ignore each other, but they didn't criticize the two of them, or directly scorned them.

It's just that the door opened a little late. It's past seven o'clock when it's time to go to work. This group of people opened the door slowly at a quarter past eight o'clock.

It was not just Gu Siwei and two other people who came to squeeze the oil, there were also about twenty people. In addition to the oil squeezers, there were also machine noodle makers, Yishuier Bangzi Noodles.

It's natural to queue up. There's nothing to say about it. Just queue up honestly.

Queuing is not an uncomfortable thing for Liu Fulin. He knows many people and chats while queuing. The content of the chat is mainly related to Gu Siwei, because Gu Siwei's appearance is really outstanding.

Fortunately, there are almost no oil-extracting men in the machine, otherwise Gu Siwei would definitely have to go on a blind date.

For Gu Siwei, it's a bit boring. It's hard to get angry. You can't just talk to others because they praise him for his good looks.

So Gu Siwei decided to go around first.

It was also purposeful, because Gu Siwei was eyeing a store not far away. The door of the store was similar to that of a restaurant. The word "state-owned" was the standard, and the red flag store was the name of the store.

Of course, Gu Siwei was not just wandering around.

No camera!

Again: no cameras.

Of course, Gu Siwei's conscience would not go away if he stole for nothing. If you steal other people's things when they are nice to you, even though you are making a living out of a big pot at the moment, according to Gu Siwei's theory, the things in the store belong to the country, and you also belong to society. Master, the master is a little short of money right now, so I can make do with borrowing some of my own things.

But there is one thing. If you borrow it yourself, the salesperson will definitely be unlucky. He will cheat others for no reason, which will hurt the conscience of Gu Siwei a little bit.

Therefore, Gu Siwei drew a line in his mind: If the salesperson has a good temper and does not hurt himself with his eyes or words, then let this matter go. If he looks displeased with him, then he cannot blame him. .

If Liu Fulin knew what he was thinking at this moment, he would definitely say: You are so shameless!

Because Gu Siwei's chances of winning are too great. The salespersons in the store are all working class at the moment, and Gu Siwei is a proper farmer. Not to mention anything else, even with Gu Siwei's appearance, a Gu Siwei with a rural household registration, If you want to marry a female worker with a city registered permanent residence, your parents will never agree.

If Gu Siwei was average-looking, it would be at least 70% that the salesperson would not look at Gu Siwei seriously, unless the salesperson was in a very good mood that day.

So Gu Siwei is almost equivalent to a guaranteed win.

Gu Siwei walked towards the store.

Before I even reached the door of the store, I heard a commotion inside.

Just as he was about to go in, someone suddenly came out and almost bumped into Gu Siwei.

"You can't walk without eyes!"

A voice exploded towards Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei didn't have a good temper, so he opened his mouth to scold him, and then he was so angry that he was like an inflated toad, and he tugged away.

"Nima, why are you so angry?"

Gu Siwei said.

After everyone left, he went directly into the store.

The store is quite small, about fifty square meters. Facing the door is a U-shaped counter. Gu Siwei has seen it in the previous time and space. The ordinary counter is made of glass on the front and top. The one was made of white wood, and the counter was divided into three levels, with different things placed on each level.

The first thing Gu Siwei saw were snacks. There were several trays on three levels, with some pasta in them, almost all of which were coated with a layer of sugar.

Gu Siwei has no interest in these things.

In addition to these, there are also cigarettes, matches, etc. Anyway, you can find almost all household items from food to drink, from clothing to use, in this small shop.

There are not many products, and there are only two or three brands of each kind at most. It is not a rich variety, but in this era, the things here are really not something you can buy if you want.

For example, for those pastas, you need pastry tickets, to buy a box of matches, you need match tickets, to buy candy bars, you need candy tickets. In short, if you don’t have tickets and only have money, you can stay where you want to cool off.

This is a planned economy, not the market economy that will be developed in a few decades. A few decades later, they will do everything possible to make you spend money. Now, they are doing everything possible to control your enthusiasm for buying things.

In addition to Gu Siwei, there are seven or eight customers in the store, all of whom are shopping. Everyone has to laugh with them. It is the customers who laugh with them. Most of the salespersons at the counter have faces that look like they have just had a funeral at home. Like, not smiling at all.

One of them smiled very happily, but he called the people outside the counter "fourth aunt, fifth aunt", etc. The relationship between the two parties was still useful.

As soon as Gu Siwei entered the store, he was like a flock of chickens, attracting the attention of everyone inside and outside the counter.

"This guy is so handsome!"

The thirty-year-old woman at the counter saw Gu Siwei's appearance and said with a smile.

"Hahaha, Sister Hongmei, you have such good taste. This guy is so pretty."

"Which family's boy is married?"

"Sister Junping, if you are not married, you can marry him."

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Whenever a few women get together, there is no more concession than a few gentlemen get together. The gentlemen talk about women, and the women talk about men when they get together, and they are often much more pornographic than the gentlemen.

Just like Gu Siwei, if he were colleagues with these women, they might dare to take off his pants and make fun in broad daylight.

A little over 180 meters tall, Yushu Linfeng's little fresh-faced Lao Gu, especially with a face of collagen, how could Lao Gu, who is 16 or 17 years old, prevent these middle-aged female comrades from flirting with her.

Everyone has a love for beauty, especially women. This is an old saying. This is a famous saying of the great writer Xun Geer.

"Young man, where are you from?"

"From Shimo Village" Gu Siwei smiled.

When all the female comrades heard about Shimo Village, the light in their eyes suddenly dimmed a bit. Many people thought: What a pity, he is a farmer.

Although the poor and lower-middle peasants are considered to be in good health now, they cannot even eat enough, and no one else recognizes them. Besides, workers are somehow better than farmers. Although they also don’t have enough to eat, they can buy food every month with the books in their hands.

This is white rice and noodles!

At this time, ordinary farmers had nowhere to eat, and they could only eat white rice and flour a few times throughout the year.

Therefore, Gu Siwei, who had a very good face, suddenly fell a little in the hearts of female comrades, and the fall was quite severe. He originally had a niece, niece, etc. and wanted to rub it together. The thought disappeared instantly.

Gu Siwei was a little helpless. It wasn't that he had lost the opportunity to marry a working-class girl on a blind date, but that he originally came in to get something for revenge. Now there is no one in a group of female comrades to criticize him. How can this make him tense up? Do you want to show off your face?

With just this little effort, Gu Siwei really took a fancy to a lot of good things, such as the cloth on the shelf, and the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and so on.

I really wanted it, but when I came in, I drew a line for myself. Gu Siwei felt like he wanted to give himself a slap in the face now.

After looking left and right, Gu Siwei finally decided to go out. He really couldn't stand the group of gay women in the store. They were just a few female hooligans.

After leaving the store, Gu Siwei was about to return to the oil press. Who knew that as soon as he left the store, he heard a commotion outside.

Gu Siwei turned around and found the salesperson in the store standing at the door.