"The county No. 1 middle school is on holiday, and there are stalls here at night, and there are ghosts buying snails?"

Before leaving home, when Zhou An said that Zhou Jian would set up a stall at the gate of the county No. 1 Middle School tonight, Zhou Jian raised such a question.

"You know a hammer! The students are on vacation, aren't the teachers still there? The teacher's dormitory of No. 1 Middle School is in the school, and you have been in the county for so many years, don't tell me you don't know! Besides, most of the students are on vacation, but those students who are about to enter the third year of high school are making up classes in it! There are 10 classes in one grade in the No. 1 middle and high school, and there are quite a few people!"

"Make-up?"

Zhou Jian really didn't know this, but Zhou An heard someone say it when he set up a stall at night recently.

For those students who have completed the sophomore course and are about to enter the third year of high school, the county No. 1 middle school has just finished the college entrance examination for the promotion rate, and the last senior high school graduates have just finished the college entrance examination a few days ago, so they will recall the sophomore students who have just been on vacation for a few days back to the school to make up classes.

It is said that it is a make-up class, but it is actually to study the courses of the third year of high school in advance, and the purpose is to wait for this group of students to have a whole semester to review all the courses of the third year of high school when they are in the third year of high school.

This year, high school birthday is not easy, the school is squeezing students' time and energy to death for the sake of admission rate.

……

Zhou Jian sat on the cement steps at the entrance of the county No. 1 Middle School, setting up a stall while watching the pedestrians coming and going on the road, not to mention, he really saw a lot of seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys and girls coming in and out at the gate of No. 1 Middle School, well, most of them were going in.

It seems that there are quite a few students making up for the lessons.

Just as he was stunned, a pair of thin heels landed in front of him, and a soft woman's voice came into his ears.

"Hey, young man, 15 of your snails?"

The price is written on the snail barrel.

Zhou Jian hurriedly turned around when he heard the sound, and looked up to see that it was a young woman in her thirties who asked for the price, holding a long wallet in her hand, which was very exquisite.

"Yes, yes, 15 yuan a piece!" Zhou Jian hurriedly replied.

"Okay! Bring me two! Pack and take away!"

As she spoke, the young woman opened her wallet and pulled out a fifty sheet and handed it over.

Zhou Jian subconsciously took the money and change, and then hurriedly scooped two copies of snails for her and handed them to her, until the young woman walked away and walked into the gate of the county No. 1 Middle School, Zhou Jian came back to his senses, and sold two copies so easily?

The corners of Zhou Jian's mouth rose, and the confidence in his heart suddenly became much fuller.

Not long after, another dark-skinned boy stopped in front of his stall, "Five-spice snails?15 servings?can you take them away?"

Zhou Jian: "Yes!"

The dark-skinned boy spoke very loudly, "Then what are you waiting for?

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled a crumpled twenty-dollar bill from his jeans pocket and handed it over.

Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows, instinctively coming to the fire, but for the sake of the twenty yuan, he took a deep breath and decided to endure it.

"Okay!"

With a blank face, he took the money, made change, packed the snails, and sold them.

When the dark-skinned young man left, Zhou Jian spit on the ground and pouted: "It's not for the sake of money, buddy beat you out of......!

Before the words fell, the dark-skinned young man walked back again, Zhou Jian's face changed slightly, thinking that what he had just scolded was heard by this kid.

The dark-skinned boy handed the packed snail forward, "Come, guy, come on, these five yuan will be given to you, and then add five yuan to the snail line?"

The five yuan handed over was exactly what Zhou Jian had just given him change.

So that's what happened......

Zhou Jian's tense face relaxed, and he squeezed out a smile, "Okay! Add five yuan, right! I'll give you more!"

As he spoke, he collected money and snails.

This time, after the dark-skinned boy left, Zhou Jian didn't dare to scold, don't look at his addiction just now, he really didn't dare to turn his face with the dark-skinned boy just now.

Because today is the first day of his stall alone, he doesn't want to disappoint his eldest brother.

……

Because a bucket of snails was sold in two stalls today, it was sold very quickly in Zhou An tonight, and at 8 o'clock, Zhou An's side was sold out, packed up his things, and rode to the gate of the county No. 1 Middle School to find Zhou Jian.

Just now, when he arrived, the snails in Zhou Jian's bucket were also sold out, watching Zhou Jian pack the last snail and hand it to a middle-aged man in his fifties, Zhou An got out of the car with a smile.

"Oh, yes, how about it? It's not difficult to set up a stall alone, right? I'll see if you're skinned?"

Zhou An joked, and deliberately leaned closer to Zhou Jian's face to see.

When he set off from home today, Zhou Jian also said that he was embarrassed to set up a stall alone, afraid of meeting his classmates.

At that time, Zhou An said: "You are so thin-skinned? That's okay! Today the snails are sold out, I'll come over to see if you're ashamed! I'll compensate you!"

The joke at this time echoes the topic before departure.

Zhou Jian smiled, leaned back, and reached out to hand Zhou An all the money sold today, a small iron can that originally contained milk powder.

Zhou An took the money jar, casually took a twenty from it and threw it into Zhou Jian's arms, "These twenty will reward you! Save it well, and marry a wife in the future!" ”

"Twenty yuan to save up to marry a wife?

Zhou An put the money jar under the seat of the battery car and replied: "Otherwise, at least there is a hope! Can you still expect the state to send you a wife?"

The brothers laughed, in just a few days, the brothers have become accustomed to talking nonsense to each other, not to mention, although there is no edge, but life is really a lot of fun, and even working with it no longer feels how hard it is.

……

On the way back, on the country road not long after leaving the county seat, under the moonlight, a three-wheeled motorcycle stopped in the middle of the road, and a thin middle-aged man buried his head in the engine.

Kick after kick on the starting lever, and the engine sneezes like a sneeze, muffling one after another, but it just can't really start.

Zhou An, who was riding a battery car, and Zhou Jian, who was riding a bicycle, were talking and laughing all the way, and when they were about to pass by, Zhou An glanced at it, and suddenly saw two figures, one large and one small, standing next to the motorcycle.

Zhou An was stunned, and subconsciously stopped the battery car, "Sister, it's so late, why are you here?"

It turned out that it was Qin Meixing who was standing next to Mo with a child, and it was her and Zhou Jinbao's son who was standing with one leg at her feet, at this time, this kid was pale, holding Qin Meixing's thighs with blank eyes, and when he heard Zhou An's voice, the little guy just raised his eyes and glanced at the cat, and the little head and chicken pecked forward like a chicken.

"Anzi, are you coming back from the county seat?"

Seeing Zhou An, Qin Meixing was pleasantly surprised, and then answered Zhou An's question just now, "Guangyao has a fever in the past two days, and he has had several injections in the small clinic at the door, but it has no effect, this afternoon I simply took him to the county hospital for a hanging injection, no, the last bottle of potion was hanged, and at this time, I was supposed to go home by the press, but the press machine broke down on this road again! The master has been repairing for a long time, but it hasn't been repaired, alas!"

Qin Meixing sighed, looking very helpless.

The press machine is the local name for the three-wheeled motorcycle.

"I see, that's ...... Sister! Otherwise, I'll take you back! Let Guangyao squat in front of my battery car, and if you sit behind me, it's a little crowded! If you don't dislike it, get in the car!"

As for letting Zhou Jianzai have one?

The thought flashed in Zhou An's mind, and he gave up.

Because Zhou Jian is only 14 years old after all, it is estimated that he can't take Qin Meixing with him on a bicycle, so he can't take Qin Meixing's son Zhou Guangyao?

As for letting Qin Meixing ride a bicycle with Zhou Jian, or any other plan, Zhou An didn't bother to think about it one by one, so he simply asked her if she wanted to take his battery car.