After the two of them arrived in Sanchuan Town, Zhao Leiming asked, "Where are you going?" Do you need me to send you to school? ”

Song Qingtian replied: "Where you go, I will go." ”

"I'm going to sell loaches, you, what are you going to do?"

Song Qingtian didn't plan to tell anyone what he wanted to do business, so he replied perfunctorily: "It's still early before school, and I want to go shopping on the street." ”

"......" Zhao Leiming turned his head and glanced at Song Qingtian, his eyes seemed to say, this doesn't look like the daily life of a good student, right? What do you do not go to school to wander the streets?

"I'd like to go with you to see those loache sellers, and I'll go to the river to catch some to sell when I have time." Song Qingtian didn't want to be looked at himself like this, so he explained.

Zhao Leiming thought to himself, a girl jumped into the icy river water to catch loaches, and his younger brother Zhao Gengju was so old that he was too cold to go into the water, so he couldn't help but glance at Song Qingtian.

When they arrived at the place where the loaches were sold, many people gathered around a BJ130 light truck.

Song Qingtian has a slight impression of this car, which was the most mainstream light truck in China in the sixties and seventies, a memory symbol of a generation at that time, and an important member of China's auto products.

BJ130 officially began mass production in 1973, all over the country, but those vehicles are generally easy to see in provincial capitals and prefecture-level cities, and are rare in county seats.

Song Qingtian squeezed into the crowd and saw two young people busy in the crowd.

A young man in his early twenties, with a baby face, short hair, yellow trousers, and yellow rubber shoes covered in the mucus of a yellow eel loach.

Another young man who paid for the money had a flat haircut, and his face was white and clean, and he greeted him on the side. greeted the crowd in an orderly manner, shouting from time to time for everyone not to crowd.

The voice of the young man with the white and pure national character face is very good, standard Mandarin, and the sound quality is similar to the voice of the announcer in the radio.

Zhao Leiming sold his loaches and yellow eels, making a total of eight cents, and was about to leave, when he saw Song Qingtian still standing on the sidelines, he couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to class yet?" ”

Song Qingtian was worried that he would go to class, and the two young men left after collecting the yellow eels and loaches, so they asked Zhao Leiming when they would leave in general condition?

Zhao Leiming said: "They don't collect enough about 200 catties in the middle of the town, and they usually leave at 2:00 p.m. after dinner." ”

Song Qingtian had been staring at the young man who was collecting loaches and yellow eels and wanted to find a chance to talk, but he didn't have time to reply, Zhao Leiming couldn't figure out what this girl wanted to do, so he left silently.

There are more and more people, and the young people with white and clean national faces are paying and joining the ranks of the scales.

Song Qingtian took a look, the price they charged was 5 cents a catty, and the price of pork at that time was 7 cents, and selling three catties was enough to cut two catties of pork.

Song Qingtian felt that it was almost time for class, and wanted to go up and talk, but there were too many people selling loaches, and after all, he said that he was not worried about when the two young men would leave, so he squeezed next to the white-faced young man who paid the money, and asked politely: "Boss, when will you leave?" ”

"Boss?"

In the early 80s, the word boss was rarely used in the mainland to refer to self-employed individuals and small businesses.

"Little sister, do you also have a yellow eel loach caught at home, if you have one, bring it over and sell it quickly."

Song Qingtian shook his head and said, "I don't have yellow eels and loaches at home, I have some other things I want to talk to you about and discuss." ”

"Little sister, I'm busy now, I don't have time, you can come back later."

"What time does the boss leave?"

"We finished lunch and left about two o'clock in the afternoon."

This is the same time as Zhao Leiming said, and Song Qing was relieved.

"Then you guys are busy first, I'll come over at noon to discuss with you, can you wait for me?"

The white young man with a white face was stunned, what can this little sister do? Could it be that she occupied her family's territory by collecting loaches and yellow eels in Sanchuan Town?

I'm too busy right now, and the young man with a white face didn't ask much, so he casually agreed?

This morning, Song Qingtian was always a little absent-minded during class time.

The first two classes were Chinese classes, and she found that the content of the teacher's lecture and the memory of her previous life had some impressions in her mind, but she remembered it clearly without listening to it.

Zhang Yutang paid special attention to Song Qingtian because of yesterday's incident, and asked her several questions in a row during class, and Song Qingtian answered them fluently.

The 3rd and 4th classes were math classes, which seemed to be even easier for Song Qingtian, she flipped through the books and found that the classes to be taken this semester were not difficult for her at all.

Song Qingtian felt that sitting in the classroom was a waste of time.

After school at noon, I sent it to the sunny day, and I ran to the town without worrying about eating.

Song Qingtian bought a steamed bun from the school and walked to the street while nibbling on it, spending five cents to buy six baked cakes.

The place where the loaches and yellow eels are collected, the young man with a white face is packing up his things, and there are several large plastic buckets behind the BJ130 light truck, and the yellow eel loaches received are placed inside, and the plastic buckets are sealed with plastic film, and some holes are poked on it to have air circulation.

Song Qingtian visually inspected almost two or three hundred catties of loaches and yellow eels.

After the young man with a white and clear face cleaned up, he saw Song Qingtian standing next to the car with a few baked cakes, and asked, "Little sister, you are here, you said that there was something in the morning, but what is the matter?" ”

Song Qingtian put the six baked cakes in the hands of the white-faced young man with the national character, "The two bosses have been busy for most of the day, they must be hungry, eat something first and put down their stomachs." ”

At this moment, these two people happened to be hungry and empty, seeing that the appetite for the baked cakes was great, Song Qingtian did this, undoubtedly there was a meaning of sending charcoal in the snow, the white and pure young man with the national character face didn't think about it so much, took the baked cakes, gave half to the baby-faced youth, and the two of them each took three and gnawed them.

The white-faced young man gnawed half of it, and then he thought that this little girl did this, obviously she had something to ask them, could it be that she asked the time to sell them a few baked cakes?

The baby-faced young man ate and said, "This cake tastes good." ”

Song Qingtian explained: "This baked cake is fermented with wheat and wheat with salt, rolled thinly, sprinkled with a layer of sesame seeds on the outside, and then baked in the stove for ten minutes. ”

The baby-faced youth said, "Why didn't I find this thing before, it tastes good when I eat it." ”

Song Qingtian could tell from the baby-faced youth's accent that he should be from the north of the Yellow River.

"Listen to you, you're not a local, this is a unique baked cake for our locals, I've definitely seen it on the street, but I didn't pay attention to it, I will buy more food after I like it."

The young man with a white face in the national character was even more sure that Song Qingtian was selling baked cakes, and he also chatted about his family habits and customers, this little girl looked very smart.

The baby-faced young man nodded vigorously, "I'll buy some and bring it back later." ”

The white-faced young man stared at Song Qingtian, and sighed secretly in his heart: "This little girl who sells baked cakes is really amazing, and she sells it to the point of being packaged and sold." ”