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The town government of Liuhe Town is located on Taiping Street.

When the villagers come to the market, they will spontaneously sell on the side streets. After all, the town government on Taiping Street is the "yamen" of ancient times for the villagers.

The villagers have a natural sense of awe for the "yamen". Unless absolutely necessary, few people go to the entrance of the town hall.

When Lin Susu and the others arrived in Liuhe Town, more than a dozen stalls had been set up on both sides of the street.

Wu Fengjiao picked up the basket and was a little at a loss. Wu Fengjiao of Liuhe Town often comes, but it is the first time to do business.

The dozen or so stalls that have just been set up are all selling daily necessities such as brooms, bamboo hangers or wooden basins, oh, and Xiao Guihua, who sells eggs. Wu Fengjiao is selling food, I don't know if it's appropriate to put it here?

"Grandma, let's go over there." After Lin Susu whispered to Wu Fengjiao, he carried a basket of vegetables in one hand and grabbed Wu Fengjiao's big palm with the other. Step forward.

"Oh." Wu Fengjiao responded and followed Lin Susu.

When he came to the crossroads, Lin Susu stopped and motioned to Wu Fengjiao to put down the burden on her shoulders.

"Susu, let's set up a stall here?" Wu Fengjiao looked at the supply and marketing cooperative building behind her, a little timid.

Every time she came to town, Wu Fengjiao had to go to the supply and marketing cooperative's building to buy necessities such as salt and matches. The staff of the supply and marketing cooperative, in Wu Fengjiao's eyes, is a very bullish existence.

Wu Fengjiao was afraid that if she set up a stall here, she would be driven away.

"Well, grandma, there are a lot of people here, our stall is here, and everyone who comes to the market can see it." Lin Susu nodded and said.

Wu Fengjiao thought about it, isn't it! Come to the town to catch the market, nine out of ten have to go to the supply and marketing building to purchase some necessities at home to go back, the entrance of the supply and marketing building, is the place with the most traffic in the whole Liuhe Town today.

Wu Fengjiao gritted her teeth, rested her burden, and opened the lid of the basket.

"Grandma, you can serve me a bowl of cold noodles first." After Lin Susu put down the basket in his hand, he said.

"Okay." Wu Fengjiao thought that Lin Susu was hungry, so she hurriedly filled Lin Susu with a bowl of cold noodles, took out the teapot again, and poured a layer of pre-mixed sweet and sour juice.

A sweet and sour taste permeated the tip of Lin Susu's nose. If it weren't for the fact that this bowl of cold noodles Lin Susu was still useful, Lin Susu would have liked to just hold it and eat it.

Lin Susu swallowed the saliva in his mouth, bent down, and found a clean spoon from the basket, and then walked to the guard room on the side of the supply and marketing building with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.

Lin Susu went to find someone and found someone named Lao Wang.

In his previous life, Lin Susu often followed Su Xiaoqiao to the town and met several of Su Xiaoqiao's acquaintances. Lao Wang, the doorman of the supply and marketing cooperative, is one of them.

Lao Wang has been guarding the gate of the supply and marketing building for five years.

Although Lao Wang is just a temporary worker without establishment, the employees of the supply and marketing cooperatives all know that Lao Wang, the doorman, is a figure that big guys can't mess with.

It's not that Lao Wang is powerful, but Lao Wang has a powerful son, Xiao Wang, who is the manager of the Dapeng County Department Store.

People who don't know the inside story will think that the supply and marketing cooperatives and the department store are two completely incompatible units. Those who know the inside story know that the supply and marketing cooperatives in various townships and towns are all subordinate units of the county department stores.

The position of department store manager doesn't sound like a big deal, but in fact, the power at hand is very big.

In this era, the market has not yet been opened, and everything you buy is in limited supply, not that you can buy it if you have money.

For example, bicycles, the entire supply and marketing building of Liuhe Town, there are only more than ten places allocated in a year, and more than ten electric fans. Not to mention high-end appliances such as TVs, electromechanical refrigerators, etc., there may not be one a year.

And these scarce materials need to be distributed by the Dapeng County Department Store to the supply and marketing buildings in various towns.

In short, if the supply and marketing building of Liuhe Town wants to buy a few more bicycles to sell this year, this right will be in the hands of Lao Wang's son, Manager Wang.

This year, everyone can eat a full stomach, have some spare money in their pockets, and the pursuit of quality of life has begun to become higher.

TV or something, a small place like Liuhe Town, has not yet become popular. Bicycles and electric fans, but belong to the "big items" that every household wants to buy, if anyone marries a daughter-in-law or daughter, there is a bicycle or an electric fan in the large furniture, it is definitely a sensation in the whole village.

Therefore, bicycles and electric fans are currently in short supply.

Relying on these rare goods, Manager Xiao Wang and the heads of those organs and units in Dapeng County can say a few words.

Director Wu of the supply and marketing building in Liuhe Town was also respectful in front of Lao Wang.

Lao Wang is sixty-two years old this year, and his family lives behind the supply and marketing building, which is a two-story building with a yard.

After Xiao Wang became the manager of the department store, he did not allow Lao Wang to work in the fields anymore. Every month, Xiao Wang's brothers and sisters will each give Lao Wang ten yuan for living expenses

Lao Wang enjoyed the blessings of the children at home. Lao Wang has three sons and one daughter, and his wife left ten years ago. Forty yuan a month is enough for Lao Wang's life.

Lao Wang is an idle man, he doesn't want his children's money, but asks his son Xiao Wang to find him a job as a janitor in the supply and marketing building. Anyway, the supply and marketing building is close to home, and Lao Wang has something to do every day, and his life is a little more fulfilling.

The doormen of the supply and marketing building are divided into day shifts and night shifts, and the doormen of the night shift have a subsidy of ten yuan more per month than the day shift. Lao Wang is not short of money, he only guards the day shift.

The guard room in this era is very simple, and the guard room of the supply and marketing building is the same, only the front window has no back window, and there is not much ventilation.

The weather is a little hot today, and as soon as Lao Wang goes to work, the big pu fan in his hand has not stopped fanning, and the sweat on his forehead still keeps pouring out.

Just when Lao Wang was a little upset and irritable, Lin Susu appeared in front of Lao Wang with a bowl of cold noodles.

"Hello Grandpa Wang!" Seeing Lao Wang, Lin Susu's small mouth was sweet.

"Yo~! It's little Susu! Came to the market with your mother so early today? When Lao Wang saw Lin Susu, a smile appeared on his face.

Lao Wang knew Su Xiaoqiao, but he was not a particularly familiar acquaintance. Therefore, Lao Wang still doesn't know about Su Xiaoqiao's death.

"Grandpa Wang, I'm here with my grandmother today. You see, that's my grandmother. Lin Susu grabbed the spoon's hand and pointed in the direction of Wu Fengjiao.

Lin Susu also wanted to do something with Su Xiaoqiao's face, but Lao Wang didn't know, so Lin Susu didn't say anything.

"Huh? Isn't your grandmother in Haishi? "Lao Wang is a little strange.

As far as Lao Wang knows, Su Xiaoqiao is an educated youth from Haishi. Wu Fengjiao's appearance is a village woman at first glance, and there is no resemblance to the Haishi people imagined by Lao Wang.