Although he didn't eat the hot noodle soup, he had two cakes, and it was a white flour cake, Liu Fulin felt that it was not a matter of drinking this noodle soup or not.

Gu Siwei didn't care even more, he used to worry that there was a broken bed in the house except for a broken house, and the only utensils at home was a scoop, which was made of half an old gourd.

If that's what it is.

Now it's okay, the pot is there, although it's a small pot, but it's always a pot, isn't it? There are also bowls, seven or eight large bowls of water, no matter how you look at it, it is enough.

In addition to pots and bowls, there are also two or three pots, all of which are enamelled pots, the kind that are very deep and lided.

I won't talk about anything else.

There was no food in the restaurant, so the two tightened their belts and went to the place where the oil was squeezed.

Needless to say, the place where the oil is extracted is also state-run, and there are also people holding iron rice bowls inside, but here are all old men, a total of them, all between thirty and forty, although they ignore Gu Siwei and the two, but they don't scold the two of them, or directly throw their faces at the two.

It's just that the door opened a little late, and the working time at the moment is more than seven o'clock, and these people were stunned until eight o'clock, and opened the door slowly.

It was not only Gu Siwei and the two who came to squeeze oil, but also more than 20 people, in addition to the oil squeezing, there were also machine noodles, and a water stick noodles.

Queuing is a natural queue, there is nothing to say, honest queuing is enough.

Queuing is not an uncomfortable thing for Liu Fulin, many people he knows, and he chats while queuing, and the content of the conversation is mainly related to Gu Siwei, because Gu Siwei's appearance is too outstanding.

There are almost a few old men who squeeze oil from the machine, otherwise Gu Siwei will have to go on a blind date.

It's a bit boring for Gu Siwei, it's not good to get angry, you can't just praise him for his good looks, you just talk about it at others.

So Gu Siwei decided to go around first.

It is also purposeful, because Gu Siwei is eyeing the store not far away, the door of the store is similar to the restaurant, the word state-run is the standard, and the Hongqi store is the name of the store.

Of course, Gu Siwei is not foolish.

No cameras!

Again: there are no cameras.

Of course, if you steal in vain, Gu Siwei's conscience will not go, and you can steal other people's things, although it is a big pot of rice at the moment, according to Gu Siwei's reasoning, the things in the store belong to the state, and he is also the master of the society, and now the master is a little tight, and he can also say the past by borrowing some of his own things.

But there is one point, if you borrow it yourself, the salesperson must be unlucky, and he will pit others for no reason, which is a little hurt to Gu Siwei's few consciences.

Therefore, Gu Siwei drew a line for himself in his heart: if the salesman has a good temper and does not hurt himself with his eyes and words, then this matter will be stopped, and if he looks unpleasant, then he can't blame Gu.

If Liu Fulin knew what he was thinking at the moment, he would definitely say: You are so shameless!

Because Gu Siwei's winning chance is too big, the salesmen in the store are all working class at the moment, and Gu Siwei is a proper farmer, not to mention anything else, even if it is Gu Siwei's appearance, Gu Siwei with a rural hukou, wants to marry a female worker with an urban hukou, and the parents of the female worker will not agree to it.

If Gu Siwei is average, then at least seventy percent, the salesman does not take Gu Siwei with a straight eye, unless the salesman is in a good mood that day.

Therefore, Gu Siwei is almost equivalent to a steady win.

Gu Siwei walked towards the store.

Before I got to the door of the store, I heard a commotion inside.

Just about to go in, someone suddenly came out and almost bumped into Gu Siwei.

"You don't have long eyes when you walk!"

A voice exploded at Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei was so good-tempered that he was about to open his mouth and scold back, but he saw that the person who spoke was puffing up like an inflated toad, and he dragged it away.

"Muma, why is there such a big anger".

Gu Siwei came to say.

When everyone was gone, he went straight to the store.

The store is not small, almost more than fifty square meters, the room is facing the door is a zigzag counter, Gu Siwei has also seen it in the previous time and space, ordinary counters, the front and top are glass, the one against the salesman is a white wooden board, the counter is divided into three layers, each layer has different things.

At first glance, what Gu Siwei saw was snacks, three layers of several trays, and there were some pasta in them, almost all of which were coated with a layer of sugar.

Gu Siwei has no interest in these things.

In addition to these, there are cigarettes, matches, etc., and in any case, you can see almost everything from food to drink, from clothing to use, in this small shop.

There are not many products, at most two or three brands, not to mention any variety, but in this era, the things here are really not what you want to buy.

For example, those pasta, you have to ask for pastry tickets, you have to ask for match tickets to buy box matches, you have to have sugar tickets to buy sugar bars, in short, if you don't have tickets and only money, you can stay where you are cool.

This is a planned economy, not a developed market economy a few decades later, a few decades later, you will do everything possible to make you spend money, and now, it is doing everything possible to control your enthusiasm for buying things.

In addition to Gu Siwei in the store, there are seven or eight customers, all of whom are buying things, and they all have to laugh with each other, and they are all laughing with customers, and most of the salesmen at the counter have faces as if they have just had a funeral at home, and they don't smile at all.

There was one who was smiling very happily, but he called the people outside the counter four aunts and five aunts and so on, and the relationship between the two sides was still used.

As soon as Gu Siwei entered the store, he instantly attracted the attention of everyone inside and outside the counter like a flock of cranes.

"This guy is handsome!"

The woman in her thirties at the counter smiled when she saw Gu Siwei's appearance.

"Hahaha, Sister Hongmei, you have such a good eye, this guy is beautiful."

"Which guy, are you married?"

"Sister Shunping, if you don't get married, you will marry him"

……

When a few women get together, it is not much more than a few old men get together, the old men talk about women, and the women get together and talk about men, and they are often much more yellow than the old men.

Just like Gu Siwei, if he was a colleague with these women, maybe these women would dare to take off his pants and play around in broad daylight.

One meter and eight meters, the little fresh meat Lao Gu in Yushu, especially the old Gu with a face of collagen, sixteen or seventeen, how can these middle-aged women comrades not have the intention of flirting.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and women are even more prosperous, this is an old saying, this is the famous saying of the great writer Brother Xun.

"Where's the guy, guy".

"Stone Mill Village" Gu Siwei smiled.

As soon as the women comrades heard about Shimo Village, the light in their eyes suddenly dimmed a little, and many people said in their hearts: It's a pity, it's a peasant.

Although it is said that the poor middle peasants are now regarded as red seedlings, they can't eat enough, and everyone else doesn't recognize them. Besides, the workers don't know how much better they are than the peasants, and although they don't have enough to eat, they can buy grain every month with the book in their hands.

This is white rice and white noodles!

At this time, where can ordinary farmers eat, and they can't eat white rice and white noodles several times a year.

So Gu Siwei, who had an excellent face, instantly fell a little in the hearts of a group of women comrades, or the kind that fell quite ruthlessly, there was originally a niece, niece and the like who wanted to rub together, but there was no such idea in an instant.

Gu Siwei was a little helpless, not because he lost the opportunity to marry a working-class girl on a blind date, but because he originally came in to get something in revenge, and now a group of women comrades have no one to scold him, how can he make a face and do it?

Just this kung fu, Gu Siwei really liked a lot of good things, such as the cloth on the shelf, and what oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were.

I really wanted to, but when I came in, I drew a line for myself, and Gu Siwei felt that I couldn't wait to pump myself a big ear now.

Look left and right, and finally Gu Siwei decided to go out, he really couldn't stand the gang of female comrades in the store, they were just a few female hooligans.

Out of the store, Gu Siwei was about to return to the oil mill, who knew that as soon as he walked out of the store, he heard a bustle outside.

Gu Siwei turned his head and found the salesman in the store standing at the door.