It is worth mentioning that Guo Qu's father went back to the supply and marketing cooperatives on the street, after all, there were thousands of cement and hundreds of clothes there, which needed to be watched.

As for whether his father still drinks alcohol, it's all on him, and letting him sleep in the house of the supply and marketing cooperatives at night can also be said to be a test.

After a night of silence, Guo Qu got up early the next morning, asked his uncle to help lift the bag of clothing to the street, to the side of the street in front of his father's wooden house, spread a sheet on the ground, and took out his clothes and pants, and spread them neatly on the sheet after fully unfolding them.

It was six o'clock in the morning, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, most of them were women buying vegetables and ordinary people selling vegetables.

However, although there are not many pedestrians, there are many people who set up stalls, and the place where Guo went to set up a stall was originally rented, but now he wants to set up a stall himself, so the rent of that person is refunded.

If you want to do a good business, it is necessary to get up early and stay late. Although the people who set up big stalls have to pay rent, but the vegetable farmers don't need it, this is not as good as the city, because there is no special vegetable market street here, so they will "see the seams", "no holes and no drills", if Guo is late, the position will be occupied, and then seriously delay the time.

However, it won't take long to cancel this kind of early morning and dark greed, as long as there are two or three stalls on the street, then no one will come to grab the position.

There is almost no business in the morning, because most of the people who are in a hurry will not come to the street until after breakfast, after all, people at this time are not willing to spend money to eat breakfast on the street.

Besides, the croppers have a big appetite, and they can't eat enough in restaurants.

Sitting in front of the stall bored, but there was no one to ask the price, Guo Qu was a little disappointed in his heart. He looked at the other stall people, except for the vegetable sellers, who were basically dozing off.

And the most awesome thing is that people make rattan chairs, and if you want to sleep, you can fall back, but what about Guo Qu? After sitting on a bench for more than an hour, I feel that my ass is almost unconscious.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally compromised, went back to his father's house, and carried two more stools out, and after the three benches were put together, he thought that there was no business in the morning, so he went straight to sleep.

Time passed slowly, Guo Qu's stomach began to call, it was about eight o'clock in the morning, the family was busy, and no one would bring him breakfast at all, so he got up and went to the flour restaurant to ask for a bowl of mung bean flour and spent a dollar.

The mung bean flour of this era is called real mung bean flour, because it is completely made with a stove fire, unlike later generations, which are completely made by machines.

So today's mung bean flour has that very delicious taste, every time Guo goes to eat mung bean flour, he can eat the taste of country vegetables, that taste is really charming.

Mung bean flour should only be made by people in Guizhou Province, it is not made of mung beans, but rice with a little potato, and put in garlic and green onions, etc., and then use a stone mill to grind the rice finely, and then use the stove pot to burn.

To get back to the point, after eating mung bean flour, the person was also much more energetic, sitting on a stool, watching people come and go, only to find that no one was looking at his stall.

Looking to the left, a colleague was lying comfortably on a rattan chair, while a loudspeaker in his booth was playing on a loop, "Twenty yuan per piece, twenty yuan a piece, good goods are sold cheaply!"

"Twenty pieces of pieces, two ......!"

The sound of the horn was a little loud, and Guo Qu was a little bitter, how could he forget this stubble, and then coughed deliberately and opened his mouth, but he didn't speak, and he didn't have to try to know that his voice was not as good as someone else's horn.

Looking to the right, a seller of small metal objects also turned on the loudspeaker and played on a loop, "Five yuan sells three things, three things five yuan." ”

Then at this time, the people selling rat medicine on the street also came to join in the fun, "Don't buy rat medicine in a hurry, go home and the rats will gnaw the corner of your bed, and when you get up, you will grab a rod and a big bowl, and you can't draw it!"

“……”

There are countless masters!

Guo Qu was a little bitter, the street vendors on the whole street were like swordsmen, and the horn was the sword in their hand, and Guo Qu's voice was just a wooden sword, and in the shadow of the sword and sword, it would be scrapped after a few collisions, and it was estimated that when the stall was closed at night, his voice would be gone, and the effect was not as good as other people's horns.

"It's really a Homo sapiens who must make a mistake in a thousand thoughts, standing on the shore, and really can't learn to swim! Why did I forget this magic weapon?" was a little frustrated, Guo went to touch his throat, thinking that he would be hoarse later, and he would be very uncomfortable.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the girl was sent to Guo Qu here, and his mother cooked for the workers in his father's house, and the house of the supply and marketing cooperative, which was occupied by cement and clothing, could not make space, and there was no way to cook there.

"Pot, rice baba~" The girl carried five or six baba in a cloth bag in her hand, which should have been bought by her mother, and the girl happily threw herself into Guo Qu's arms, took out a poop and handed it to Guo Qudao.

Guo went to take it and fed it to the girl's mouth, he knew that the girl liked sweet food very much.

"Isn't it delicious?"

"Delicious~"

"Then tell my brother, who bought it?"

"Yes, yes, he bought it~"

When Guo went to feed the rice baba in his hand, he naturally knew who it was when the girl said "he".

It seems that his dad has indeed changed and is developing in a better direction. It's just that the girl refuses to call him Dad, just like she didn't call her Mom in the first place, which takes time to change.

"Sit on a stool and eat, don't move. ”

"Hmm. The girl regained her good manners, and really sat on the bench without moving, eating rice baba in her mouth, and looking at the crowd on the street with curiosity in her eyes.

"Marshmallows! Delicious marshmallows, delicious and inexpensive! Only two dimes!"

"Sugar!" the girl suddenly pointed to a vendor who was walking down the street.

It was marshmallows, and the vendor was selling them on the street, and when he met someone who wanted to buy them, he would stop, pour white sugar into the machine, and put his foot on the pedal to give power to the machine, or it would be ready in a minute or two.

"Master, here! Guo went to stop the marshmallow master pushing a cart on the street.

"Okay!"

The marshmallow master skillfully poured sugar into the machine, and at the same time pressed the pedal with his feet, holding a bamboo skewer in his hand, and began to wrap the sugar shreds after melting the white sugar on the bamboo skewers, and it was done in a short time.

"Give you money. ”

Guo went to take the marshmallow, handed it to the girl, and gave the money to the marshmallow master.

"This candy has to be licked and eaten. Seeing that the girl was about to bite with her teeth, Guo Qu said with a smile.

The girl looked at the marshmallow curiously, and then listened to Guo, tried to lick it, her eyes lit up, but looking at the marshmallow that was melted into a groove by saliva, the girl's mouth was deflated, and she was about to cry when she saw it.

(PS: From the second volume, chapter 59 onwards, there were some small errors in the calculation of prices, which have been revised, and those who want to know what it has changed to can reload this book and look back.)

First of all, my math was indeed taught by my PE teacher. Because I only have two teachers in primary school, they divide all the time of the sub-courses!←_←

PS: In addition, I haven't asked for tickets for a few days, everyone remember to give me the tickets, thank you!)