After the business opened, it was only an hour, and the snails that Zhou An brought tonight were sold in a small half barrel, and when no one bought them for the time being, Zhou An sat on the bamboo frame and took out the money he had just sold, counted them, and found that there were two hundred smaller.

This amount of money was inconspicuous in 2018, but in 2004, it was a very considerable amount that a small business could sell so much money in one night.

In these years, when Zhou An's father was in good health, he worked the construction site for a month, and he only earned four or five hundred.

Zhou An's business here is so good, correspondingly, the business of his competitors opposite him is naturally a lot lighter, a few customers who were already ready to buy snails over there, when they saw Zhou An's lively sales here, they also came to buy a copy with curiosity, and the face of the black fat man who sold lobsters and snails opposite was already as black as the bottom of the pot, and his eyes were very unkind.

The uncle next to him noticed that Zhou An was looking diagonally opposite, so he said happily: "Young man!

"That fat man is called Big Black Fish?"

Zhou An looked at the uncle who sold baked cakes.

The uncle smoked a cigarette and bowed his head slightly, "Well, the big black fish is a muddy person! My wife robbed her relatives and snatched her home back then, you should be more careful with him, that's right!"

Zhou An nodded, knowing in his heart.

He heard of the custom of robbing relatives when he was a child, it is a very old local custom, and now there is no such thing, the so-called robbery of relatives is often the old bachelors of the big village entangled with a group of strong men, robbing the team of people in the small village to marry.

This is a barbaric custom handed down from the ancestors, and the bullying is that the people in the small village are not prosperous, even if the bride is robbed, they dare not come to the big village to snatch it back.

At that time, the official power could not penetrate into the village, and the countryside was almost all clan society, and the major and minor affairs in the village were all decided by the patriarch and the elders, and the contradictions between the villages had always been resolved by the villages themselves, or negotiated, or each summoned a group of men of the right age in the village to fight.

The winning side is justified, and the losing side can only admit it!

Snatching relatives was the custom at that time.

Afraid, it's impossible!

Zhou An now looks thin, fair-skinned and delicate like a little shou, but he is not a cowardly character in his bones, before his rebirth, from childhood to adulthood, he has also fought with people a lot, so there is no shortage of experience in fighting, and now that he has returned from rebirth, he has no intention of taking the initiative to cause trouble, but if something finds him, he will not be afraid.

Now he only wants to make money, and whoever stands in his way, he will do it!

People are poor, if they are still cowardly, there is really no way to live!

……

The black fat man diagonally opposite, it didn't take long for his mood to improve, a contemptuous smile resurfaced, and he glanced at Zhou An's stall contemptuously from time to time, because after Zhou An's wave of business here, most of the later customers still chose to go to him to buy lobsters or snails, and only occasionally one person patronized Zhou An's place.

Of course, Zhou An was a little disappointed in his heart, but he also understood, after all, the stall opposite the big black fish was an old stall, and there must be some old customers, and even if this point was excluded, the age gap between him and the big black fish would also affect the choice of customers.

A fat man in his early fifties, with a big waist and a round waist, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, white and young, normal people will tilt the balance in their hearts to the big black fish when they see the image of the two of them.

How many people would believe that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man made a five-spiced snail is better than a fat man in his early fifties?

"Hehe, young man, you can rest assured now, the big black fish shouldn't be bothering you!hehe!"

The uncle who sold baked cakes next to him saw all these in his eyes, and he was bored, so he talked to Zhou An again, but what he said made Zhou An not interested in responding at all.

Is there anything so comforting?

Besides, this uncle's own baked cake business faded into that bird, and he still laughed at him?

"That's great news!"

Zhou An pursed his lips in response.

The time gradually reached more than eight o'clock in the evening, and the passenger flow of the food street unconsciously increased several times, young men and women with brisk steps, migrant workers who had just come to relax after work, nearby residents who were bored at home and came out to let go of themselves, and went to KTV or bars in the west of the city to wave around, and hugged the hungry men and women who came here.

Occasionally, you can see one or two local tyrants who are holding their arms by the demon women and come here to find special snacks.

The business of the big black fish diagonally opposite is very good, and Zhou An's customers here are gradually increasing.

"Boss, give me a snail and pack it!"

"Okay! Wait!"

Zhou An quickly packed one in a plastic bag and handed it over.

"Young man, how do you sell this snail?"

"15 servings!"

"Well, then get me one!"

"Okay, wait a minute!"

Zhou An sold another copy.

When Zhou An was so busy that his forehead was sweating, a pair of cross-laced high-heeled sandals came into his sight, and the feet in the high-heeled shoes were white and delicate, as if they had never been contaminated with a trace of dust since they came out of their mother's womb.

Next to him was a pair of shiny big scalp shoes and black trousers.

"Huh, this snail is packed in a mussel shell, is it delicious, it's interesting to watch!" a delicate woman's voice came from above Zhou An's head.

Zhou An looked up when he heard the sound and saw a young beauty dressed in a demonic way holding a middle-aged man with a big belly standing in front of his stall.

It should have been the woman who spoke, and at this time her slender fingers with purple nail polish were pointing at the mussel shells in Zhou An's white bucket.

The middle-aged man wore a pair of old-fashioned glasses with tortoiseshell frames and large, thick lenses.

At this time, he also showed a smile on his face, and asked Zhou An in a hoarse smoked voice, "Hehe, little brother, you don't even have a stool here, where can we buy your snails?"

"Lao Dai, we can go to other stalls to eat if we buy it!, don't you just serve it!" The demon woman shook the middle-aged man's arm and answered for Zhou An.

"Well, yes, or you two can pack it up and take it back to eat!" Zhou An smiled and agreed.

The middle-aged man smiled helplessly, pushed down his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and sighed, "Okay! Then give us one!"

As he spoke, he took out his wallet, and as soon as the wallet was opened, Zhou An caught a glimpse of a row of colorful bank cards inside, as well as a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills, full of anger!

After a few flips, the middle-aged man took out a new but straight twenty yuan bill and handed it to Zhou An, and when Zhou An handed it over, he took out the crumpled five yuan to find him, the middle-aged man frowned, waved his hand, and sighed: "Forget it!

As he spoke, he closed his wallet, motioned to the demon woman beside him to hold the snail and continue to walk forward.

Zhou An looked at the five yuan that he didn't find in his hand, and always felt that the middle-aged man just now disliked his money for being too dirty and wrinkled, and was afraid of dirtying his leather wallet.