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Turning the street, a spontaneous bazaar has already appeared.

On both sides of the street are small vendors, most of whom sell sweet potatoes, potatoes, Chinese cabbage and other crops grown in their own fields, as well as various mountain goods.

Zhang Wolf had only heard of such a bazaar before, and he really hadn't experienced it firsthand.

It happened to be fine, and Zhang Wolf walked around the market with great interest.

The bazaar is small, but it is very varied, and in addition to all kinds of crops and various mountain goods, there are also people who bring out their own insoles, indigo grass and boots made of leather.

All kinds of snacks fried cakes, roasted sweet potatoes, roasted bud rice, rock sugar gourds, and the sound of selling and bargaining are intertwined, making this small market full of vitality.

Zhang Wolf walked around and around this small market, feeling the strong local atmosphere in the market and appreciating the vigorous hope full of vitality.

I unknowingly bought a lot of things that I didn't use.

You can't blame Zhang Wolf for this kind of performance that has not seen the world, his birth was accompanied by disaster.

Born in 1959, that year happened to be the year when the national food shortage began, and when the food shortage passed, it was followed by another ten years of darkness.

Before the darkness ended, Zhang Wolf joined the army and left, in the previous life, until the eighth major disarmament of China in 1985, Zhang Wolf transferred from the army, when he was almost 30 years old, as a small leader, how can he have the leisure to go to the market.

Therefore, the bazaar has always been a legendary thing for Zhang Wolf.

He didn't have to eat at noon, and his stomach was already filled with delicious sticky bean buns, cut cakes, fried cakes, sugar gourds and other snacks.

"Uncle Wolf, why are you here?"

When Zhang Wolf squatted on the ground and tasted the oil tea noodles, Su Shuwang led the two stunned people to the market, saw Zhang Wolf, and shouted in surprise.

They couldn't imagine that Uncle Wolf, who was usually majestic, was actually squatting on the ground and eating oil tea noodles.

It's nothing to eat camellia noodles, the key is to eat camellia noodles, and you actually eat all over your face.

The second stunned looked at Zhang Wolf's funny appearance, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and his face was flushed.

"How's it going, have you eaten at noon?" asked Zhang Wolf as he wiped his face with his sleeve indifferently.

"No, isn't this just about to eat!" Su Shuwang wisely didn't ask Zhang Wolf to eat it.

"It just so happens that the camellia noodles here are very good, very authentic, I invite everyone to eat camellia noodles, sticky bean buns, fried cakes. Zhang Wolf smiled and beckoned the boss to give everyone a bowl of oil tea noodles.

One of the advantages of eating at the bazaar is that you don't need food stamps, and of course you have to give food stamps, and people are happier.

The two stunned and Su Shuwang fifty-one people are a big deal for the stall selling camellia noodles.

The old man who sold oil tea noodles was not as excited as he imagined, and looked at Zhang Wolf and said with some embarrassment: "Comrade, it's not that I don't want to take this business, the problem is that I don't have so many bowls here!"

"It's fine, let them eat separately. ”

"Okay!" the old man who bought the camellia noodles happily agreed and went to prepare the camellia noodles for everyone.

Camellia oil noodles are fried with oil, and then washed with boiling water, the fragrance comes out, and then add some white sugar, nuts, preserved fruits, sesame seeds, crushed peanuts, Emma, old and dead!

When Zhang Wolf was young, he often heard his mother say that he would eat camellia noodles at the temple fair, and he used to often pester his mother to make camellia noodles, maybe the environment was wrong, although the taste was good, but he couldn't eat the taste that his mother said.

When he came to the market and saw the camellia noodles, his first reaction was to taste if it was the taste that his mother said.

Really, a good snack also needs to have a matching environment to eat that taste.

Of course, good things have to be shared with everyone, fifty big men, standing on the street, lining up to eat oil tea noodles, can be regarded as a scene, attracting the attention of passers-by.

The character of the Chinese people who love to get together is reflected, and it is not long, and there are hundreds of people waiting to eat oil tea noodles in the back.

And there is a tendency to row more and more.

Zhang Wolf led the people who had eaten the oil tea noodles all the way over, ate the snacks in the market, and waited for everyone to say that they couldn't eat it before they stopped.

After finishing the incident, he led everyone to the department store of the supply and marketing cooperative, saying that it was a building, which in the eyes of Zhang Wolf was a two-story small façade building along the street. However, in the county town of this era, it can really be called a building.

The traffic in the mountains is not convenient, and even the merchants who tour the street are reluctant to go, and some of the necessities of life such as needles, threads, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are sent out by the village to purchase them in a centralized manner.

This time they came out, and the men from each village also brought the procurement tasks of each village.

Another frenzied purchase began, and the needles used to sew clothes were all the same 100 packs, 100 packs of 100 needles.

Stinky pancreas are also all in boxes.

Stinky pancreas, soap for laundry, made from pig pancreas and plant ash.

Large salt particles are also a bag of wants, this era is not a rise in iodized salt, and the countryside eats large salt particles.

Such a crazy purchase alarmed the entire department store, and those who came to buy things did not buy anything, and they all surrounded Zhang Wolf and others to watch the excitement.

The salesman knew Zhang Wolf and ran to the backyard office to report to the leader, "Director Zhang, the young man who emptied our supply and marketing cooperatives last time is here again." ”

"The young man who emptied the supply and marketing cooperative?" Zhang Changhua didn't react for a while, and repeated in his mouth, "Oh! You said it was him!" and then reacted, and received a notice yesterday that he would pick up Zhang Wolf at night.

"Okay, I know, what he wants is as satisfying as possible, and if the store is not enough, he will transfer it from the warehouse. ”

In this era, the supply and marketing cooperatives are the boss of the retail industry, or the premise of the seller's market, don't expect them to treat customers as gods, the shelves are sold out, and when you are in a good mood, they will transfer it to you from the warehouse, and the mood will ignore you.

Anyway, their stuff doesn't have to worry about selling.

"Wolf cub, why don't you come here and sit where I sit, look down on me, the squad leader?" Zhang Changhua walked into the sales hall and said with a smile.

"Oh, squad leader Zhang, you have wronged me, I don't want to meet at night, I'm afraid that this will disturb the squad leader's work. Again, what about me buying something, if I go to greet you, will you accept money or not?" Zhang Wolf also said jokingly.

Zhang Changhua laughed and nodded at Zhang Wolf with his hand, "Okay, you wolf cub, you have learned to take our army, in this way, if you give me ten wild boars you brought, I will call the shots, and you won't charge for anything you buy today!"