Wang Jian and his mother worked in the kitchen for an hour, and at a quarter past seven o'clock, they finally made the porridge, pickles, steamed buns and flower rolls needed for breakfast.

Later, with the help of his mother, Wang Jian put about 60 steamed buns and flower rolls into a basket lined with two layers of white gauze, and covered the surface with two layers of white gauze to cover the dust and keep warm.

After that, he quickly drank three bowls of porridge with his pickles, filled his stomach, went back to the bedroom to change into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, and put on the little white hat he had sewn last night, and then prepared to push the cart out.

"Mom, I'm setting up a stall, you're getting busy. Walking to the door, Wang Jian, who was about to open the door, greeted his mother as usual as he had done when he used to go to work.

"Jianjian, you wait, put this on, that ...... Be hygienic. At this moment, Jian Ma walked up and handed him a white mask.

Wang Jian was stunned.

"Hygiene, Mom, you don't usually wear a mask? Why do you want me to wear it? Our steamed buns, we eat them every day, what's unhygienic?" Wang Jian didn't want to wear them.

Zeng Yu looked a little embarrassed, his eyes were a little evasive, he didn't dare to look at his son, but said to Wang Jian:

"If you put it on, you'll put it on. There was a lot of traffic on the side of the road, so much dust. ”

Wang Jian saw that his mother's expression was different, and when he saw Zeng Yu's shy, he suddenly realized:

His mother must have been worried that he would meet acquaintances, such as a company colleague who got on the train at Changjiang Village Station, and laughed at him after seeing his current "down-and-out" appearance, so he asked him to wear a mask as a cover.

Wang Jian's nose suddenly became a little sour, and then he realized that although he could see it and didn't care about his own resignation, for his mother, who had always been proud of himself, it was not a blow that made her feel regretful, self-blame, and even "lose face"?

"Okay, Mom, I'll put my mask on. Wang Jian, who understood his mother's psychology, silently put on a mask, but said to himself in his heart:

"Mom, just wait. Your son won't always sell steamed buns! Even if he wants to sell them, he will be his own boss in the future!"

Wang Jian, who was wearing a white mask and a small white hat, went out with a small cart containing 60 steamed buns and flower rolls.

At the door, it was Zeng Yu, who was wearing a flower apron, less than fifty, and the flower on his head was already gray.

Zeng Yu looked at his son, who was short in stature and pushed the cart forward like Wu Dalang, and he didn't know why, tears flowed out at once.

"Jianjian, I'll come back at half past eight when I sell it, it doesn't matter if I can't sell it out, take it back and let my mother sell it-" Jianjian's mother, who suddenly burst into tears, shouted at her son's short back.

Wang Jian didn't answer her, just raised his hand to make an OK finger to her, waved his hand to her again, and then, turned a corner, and quickly disappeared.

"Since the dead ghost died, I have been with you through thick and thin, busy with you, and will help you pay off your debts as soon as I work, I haven't thought about it for a day, where do you go to find such a sensible and obedient doll! Zeng Yu, Zeng Yu, you also have to work hard, you can't drag the doll's hind legs!" Zeng Yu lifted his apron, wiped away the tears on his face, turned around and went back to the house, and was ready to go out of the stall.

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The bus station in Changjiang Village is only two or three hundred meters away from the old community where Wang Jian and her mother live, and it only took seven or eight minutes for Wang Jian, who was pushing the small cart, to the bus stop.

After that, Wang Jian lifted the white gauze covered on the basket a little, showed the snow-white steamed buns inside, and then, leaning on the side of the small cart, Jiang Taigong fished, waiting for the customer to come to the door.

At this time, the time is half past seven in the morning, which is the time when people come and go and go to work in the morning rush hour.

Sleepy-eyed and yawning men and women stood in front of the bus station in Changjiang Village, some half-closed eyes and waited for the arrival of the company's bus unhurriedly.

Some, they look ahead and look around. If not, they are overjoyed to see a bus coming by their own route, but if not, they look at their watches or stomp their feet, and they look at it as a lazy person who wakes up late and is worried that he will not be able to catch the bus.

Others, especially those who have plenty of time, or are not in a hurry, go to the stalls and shops selling breakfast near the bus stop, or soy milk fritters, or bread and milk, or simply sit down and ask the boss to cook a bowl of noodles to eat.

Lively, hurried, but orderly, this is the picture of all living beings near the station where Wang Jian is located. When he used to go to work, Wang Jian didn't pay much attention to these things, but now that he doesn't go to work, he suddenly finds many details that he hasn't paid attention to before.

At this moment, a voice sounded in his ears: "Hey, how do you sell this steamed bun?"

"Steamed buns are one yuan and five yuan, and steamed bun rolls are one yuan. Wang Jian, who was wearing a mask, looked at a middle-aged woman in her thirties in front of him, and said angrily.

"Is Alipay and WeChat okay?" asked again, looking for Wang Jian's cart for a long time, but he didn't see the QR code sign that any of the stall vendors have now.

"Broad, wide, don't you want to be wide, big sister, how many do you want?" Wang Jian opened the white gauze more, so that all the steamed buns and flower rolls in the basket showed up.

"Bring me two buns and a flower roll. That's four bucks, huh?"

"That's right, four yuan!" Wang Jian quickly tore off a food bag, picked up stainless steel tweezers, packed two buns and a flower roll in it, and then took out his mobile phone, clicked on the WeChat payment code in the mobile phone, handed it to the middle-aged woman, and asked the other party to sweep it.

With a tick, 4 yuan entered Wang Jian's WeChat change account, and the first business was completed.

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People are herd animals, with middle-aged women taking the lead, many office workers also come to inquire and buy.

Someone saw a few blood-red characters on the white hat on his head, "Jianjian Bun Shop Mobile Station", and asked him what he meant.

"Uh, over there, do you see, big brother? What sells here is the same as what sells over there. Wang Jian raised his hand and pointed to the stall that his mother had set up at the entrance of the community a few hundred meters in front of him, and explained to the person who asked.

"Ah, little brother, are you from the same family as Sister-in-law Zeng? or are you the steamed buns you wholesaled from Sister-in-law Zeng?" another middle-aged woman in her forties asked with some surprise.

It turned out that I met a neighbor!

"That's my mother. Wang Jian nodded at the other party.

"No wonder! I said why are you called 'Jianjian Bun'! But, little brother, you should be like your mother, and type two Alipay and WeChat QR codes to come out?

"I was in a hurry today, and I didn't have time to fix it. Tomorrow it's there. ”

"You're coming tomorrow, then I'll take care of your business tomorrow!"

"Thank you, eldest sister! Wang Jian said, but said in his heart, Lao Tzu is not popular for a day, and he can't realize fans for a day, so Lao Tzu can only come out to set up a stall to sell coolies, and earn hard-earned money for a few cents.

Maybe I think Wang Jian is exquisite, and he has been wearing a mask from beginning to end, or maybe he thinks he is clean and refreshing, especially a pair of busy hands, which are more delicate than women's hands, beautiful, and spotless, making people look beautiful and delicious, and they are very appetizing at first glance With a regretful look on his face, he asked him to push more tomorrow, and as he spoke, he stared at his hands, his eyebrows, his eyes and his ears, whispering, and watching.

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PS: Week 3 streaking.

It is also the last two weeks of hopeful to make the list.

I have been writing books for ten years, and I have never been on the new book list, and I really want to do it again.

Therefore, I implore the brothers who have passed by to help me and collect and recommend tickets for a wave.

The old blind knelt down and begged for a seat......