People rely on the aid money to live in the courtyard

Chapter 70
The middle-aged man wearing a grease-stained apron looked up, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, who am I supposed to be? It turns out I'm the famous big stomach king in our alley!"

Yi Chuanzong rolled his eyes, this reputation is so loud, he has this strength.

"Big Boss Zhang, don't talk nonsense, quickly take out your treasured pickles, or I will sue you for speculation."

There are shops on both sides of the main road like East Chang'an Avenue. Although they are small in size, they are also small state-owned shops.

Those store owners came out to set up stalls only for convenience, just like steaming buns in so many cages at once, once the pot is boiled, it looks like a fairyland, and the water vapor will not escape for a long time if the ventilation is not good.If there is oil, it will be impossible to treat people in the house.

But the breakfast stalls that can be seen everywhere are different. They are not state-run. The situation is better now that the economy has just begun to sprout. adjust.

After all, bills are used for everything now, but some people don't need meat coupons, but food coupons, and they will secretly exchange them.It's not a big deal to sell breakfast at such small stalls, just like helping others cook, it can also enrich people's lives.

"Hey, go and sue, I have already reported it to the neighborhood committee, and my name is also listed in the street office."

The eldest Zhang said indifferently, but still bent down and opened a small cupboard next to it, reached out to touch the innermost part and brought out a small porcelain bowl, which contained emerald green pickled radish and pickles.

When it was placed on the table with a loud sound, Big Old Zhang said distressedly: "You eat less!"

Yi Chuanzong grinned and brought them all over. What's the use of being distressed at this time?

"Whispering, you've already called me a big eater, and you still want me to eat less?"

The deep-fried dough stick soaked in soy milk is delicious, but he ate too much, ten catties, so what if there is no salt in his mouth?

Yi Chuanzong didn't really want to sue others, this big old Zhang was very similar to his uncle, and the old couple didn't have a child, but his family was even worse because he didn't even have a serious job.

Now that jobs are tight and supplies are scarce, many people's lives are very difficult. The old man only allowed to sell some breakfast after responding to the neighborhood committee.

A catty of deep-fried dough sticks costs only three cents, and a catty of stick noodles costs seven cents. It's not clear how Yi Chuanzong fried it, and it may have been mixed with something.

These diners eat here and are not much different from at home. They can also eat while strolling. This life is very comfortable.

Old Zhang got up so early and tossed around in the morning, which was enough for the old couple to eat, so of course he would not make things difficult for others.

Yi Chuanzong was eating happily, the deep-fried dough stick soaked in soy milk burst into juice, it was so sour, but when he glanced at it, he saw the brown-yellow chopsticks stretched out by Qing Mimi.

"Hey~ Grandpa, you don't talk about martial arts, you steal my pickles!"

The old man with the white steamed buns over there said with a smile, "I eat Big Lao Zhang's food, not yours." Turning his head, "Boss Zhang, you are not authentic, I have been eating with you here for three years, Why didn't you know you still had pickles hidden?"

Da Lao Zhang stretched out the dough pancakes with both hands with his face darkened, and there was a sound of slapping on the panel.

Why don't you know?Of course, he ate it by himself when he saw no one was around. These two people came to take advantage of him today!
Over there, Yi Chuanzong has already sped up his speed, and when he came out to eat, someone would snatch it up. He felt sore when he took advantage of it, but now someone is taking advantage of him again, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

Swallowing the dates, Yi Chuanzong took the pickle bowl away without waiting for the uncle over there to pick up the second piece of pickle, and proudly said: "Hey, you always eat slowly, I'm done!"

The uncle who was teasing the bird didn't care, "Come on, a piece of pickle is enough for me, seeing you eat so fast, I can't even eat!"

The corner of Yi Chuanzong's mouth twitched, and he was still a little upset that the old guy was taking advantage of him, "Brother Zhang, pay the bill!"

"Three cents for ten catties of fried dough sticks, fifteen cents for five bowls of soy milk, and a total of forty-five cents." Big Lao Zhang put fried dough sticks into the oil pan over there, and settled the account without looking back.

Seeing that he was still busy, Yi Chuanzong counted out the money and food stamps and put them on the table, "Leave it here."

"Okay." The old man Zhang responded casually, and waited for the pot of fried dough sticks to be put in before taking the money on the table and counting it. This turned out to be an extra penny, and he quickly shouted, "Big man, give me a penny." too much!"

Yi Chuanzong replied from afar, "Pickle money!"

Da Lao Zhang smiled happily and stuffed the money into the belly pocket above the apron.

Over there, Yi Chuanzong quickly arrived at the bus stop, where there were still two middle-aged uncles and an aunt waiting for the bus.

At this time, the 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 car to take to Mentougou?"

The two uncles should be together. They looked at each other and shook their heads quickly to express their ignorance.

The aunt looked him up and down, and then said enthusiastically: "Young man, there are so many buses that don't go often, so I can't remember them. When the bus comes, you can ask the conductor."

"Thanks, Mom."

Yi Chuanzong was just asking casually, he was not very familiar with the bus routes here, even when he came from the village, he took a bus once and walked quite a distance.

The aunt stared at him again, "Young man, if I remember correctly, you should be Master Yi's nephew, right? You are really strong!"

Yi Chuanzong smiled slightly, he was about to be forced to chatter again, "Yes, the meat in the city is relatively tight, taking advantage of the holiday, my uncle asked me to go to the countryside to buy ten catties of pork back, saying that I would buy more fatty ones! "

People in rural areas are relatively poor and have low consumption capacity. Few families buy meat, but the supply is not small. Many urban people will ask people to go to the countryside to buy meat.

The aunt's expression froze immediately, her head was a little dazed, ten catties of meat?Did she hear correctly?
I have always heard that Yi Zhonghai is an eighth-level fitter, with a monthly salary of 99 yuan, but she never thought that her life could be so extravagant, ten catties 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 his aunt, then looked into the distance and began to wait for the bus. This aunt should have to think for a while.

But what he didn't expect was that the aunt just paused for half a minute, rolled her eyes and spoke again, "Young man, I remember you are 20 years old. You just came from the village. You don't have a wife yet, right?"

Yi Chuanzong thought of his meal ticket in his heart, and thought about the crowd he saw at the big rally yesterday, and immediately shook his head and said seriously: "My uncle said, I have such a big appetite, and I can't start a family without starting a career. A senior fitter will find a wife."

In fact, the uncle never said this at all, and he didn't pay much attention to his assessment next month, because most people have to study for a year and a half before they can reach the first-level fitter.

Because Yi Chuanzong is a new employee this year, he only has the opportunity to take the assessment. He doesn't have to wait for the collective technical assessment in the middle of the year. The uncle doesn't believe that he can pass the test this year at all, and he just thinks that he has to adapt to the test environment.

The aunt over there was stunned again, a sixth-level fitter?

What I directly think of is the high salary of a sixth-level fitter, 72 yuan a month!
Then the aunt thought about the difficulty of a sixth-level fitter. The entire third rolling mill has more than a hundred sixth-level fitters, all of whom are three or five years old, and over 40 years old. Wait until then to find a wife?

For a while, the aunt was silent, and she didn't know what to talk to this young man. What a miserable person, he was so dragged down by his own appetite that he couldn't even find a wife!
If you eat less, how comfortable is your life with such an uncle?
(End of this chapter)