The counterattack of the scheming beauty of the apocalypse

A male client stared at the child's little hand: "There are too many, too many, and they are all on the tip."

Rong Rong curled her lips, obviously she didn't stand out.

Yan Qingyang took the time to turn around, took the small measuring cup in Rongrong's hand, and poured some corn kernels back into the large measuring cup.

The male customer was satisfied: "It's not too bad."

Pour the corn kernels in a large number of cups into stainless steel basins, arrange them and start queuing up.

The little girl who is being held by a man keeps a close eye on her own cornpot to prevent other children from stealing it.

There are still eight pots ahead, so she will probably have to wait a while for her turn.

"Bao'er, Dad is going to work first, you wait here, and when the popcorn is ready, go directly to the exchange office to find your mother, okay?" The man bent over to discuss with his daughter.

Bao'er nodded: "Go, go."

"Oh, you are really a good daughter of daddy, don't tell your mom that I'm leaving first."

"Don't worry," Bao'er raised her hand and made a zipper gesture around her mouth: "I promise not to say anything."

Two other men also put down their children and left. They are all canteen handymen, and they have to work near the meal time.

Wei Yan's impression of the Lixiao base continued to rise.

It's really nice, the streets are clean and the law and order are well done.

In his previous base, children who left indiscriminately might be abducted, beaten to death and eaten.

"Brother Yan, Uncle Wen".

Wei Yan turned his head, and Ping Ping pulled An An and ran over from a group of children, his little face flushed red: "Are you guys coming to the base to play?"

Wei Yan patted his little head, the boy's hair was thin and soft, it felt really good: "Yes, you also come out to play?"

"No, I'm going to work in the cafeteria." Pingping took out a piece of dry-hard multigrain cake from his trouser pocket: "Brother Yan, please eat."

The child was very kind and didn't want to push it away, Wei Yan accepted it, turned around and took two oranges and stuffed them to him: "I invite you too."

"Thank you."

An An tugged at her brother: "I'm going to be late, let's go."

"Brother Yan, Uncle Wen, let's go, goodbye, goodbye."

"Bye-Bye."

Wen Ruxuan touched his face, a little depressed, he is so old, why is every child called uncle?

"Uncle Wen", Wei Yan shook the man's arm, and yelled after the child: "I want to eat popcorn."

"Buy", Wen Ruzhu's face was slightly hot, and he felt that the title of uncle was not harsh anymore.

"Uncle Wen, I want to eat two flavors, is that okay?"

"can."

Yan Qingyang wished he could become deaf when he heard it, and he wanted to go to his side to show his affection and kill the dog.

He was so angry that he charged a high price, and he had to charge a high price.

He blinked at Rong Rong, Rong Rong understood.

When Wei Yan went to ask about the price, the price was doubled.

Wei Yan thought that Yan Qingyang would give him a better deal for the sake of the same village, but he didn't realize that he was about to be slaughtered as a fat sheep: "We didn't bring corn, should we use oranges instead?"

Rong Rong nodded: "OK."

"Then I want a pot of original flavor and another pot of caramel."

"Okay", Rong Rong looked at the back basket, and boldly made an offer: "Eight oranges."

Wei Yan didn't bargain, took out an orange, and lined up behind Bao'er. The little girl was braided, her yellowish hair fluffed into a flower, and was slightly shaken by the wind, making it itchy to look at.

The little boy next to him probably had the same thought as him, and reached out to touch it, but now the little girl quit, and plucked the boy's hair with her backhand.

The boy's hair is short, and he doesn't feel pain when being pulled, so he foolishly touched another pair of braids.

Bao'er: "...you are so annoying, stay away from me, I don't want to play with you."

The boy was not discouraged: "But I like to play with you, I have candy, do you want to eat it?"

Bao'er quickly changed his face: "Eat."

Yan Qingyang: "..." It seems that he understands why he has been single all this time, but no matter how thick-skinned he is, he still won't be unmarried.

Wei Yan was the last guest. After all, there were only a few people who had spare food to buy popcorn. Most of the children and adults came to watch the fun.

After handing out the last two pots of popcorn, Qingyang closed the stall. He grabbed a handful of food from the drawer and gave it to Rongrong: "I don't need to come this afternoon. I have something to do this afternoon."

"Well", Rong Rong took the food and ran away quickly.

Wei Yan was holding a basin, and while eating, he asked, "You've been selling it for a few days, how is the business?"

"Three or four days, business is normal."

Yan Qingyang is a bit sour, Wei Yanming is so kind, he doesn't do anything every day, just eats and wanders around, and I haven't seen him go to the field for so long in the village.

The one surnamed Wen is also a tortoise with meat hidden in its belly, and it's such a good life raising an idler.

Hey, envy doesn't come, it's hard for him to find a partner, let alone someone who is willing to support him: "Have you had lunch yet?"

The two shook their heads, locked things like Qingyang, and waved their hands: "Let's go, I invite you to eat in the cafeteria."

Wen Ruxuan was puzzled, the sun came out from the west today, and the surnamed Yan invited him to dinner. Is it really so profitable to set up a stall?

Yan Qingyang has indeed made a lot of money. He has eaten Wen's oranges many times, and it is more than enough to exchange for a pot of popcorn.

After being angry, I felt a little guilty, so I took the two of them to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria only provides multigrain cakes and vegetable soup.

There are more people who eat multigrain cakes, but there are fewer vegetable soups.

A bowl of soup has to be exchanged for two pancakes, which is not cost-effective to eat.

Yan Qingyang never lost his mouth, and exchanged three pancakes and three pots of soup with corn kernels.

When Wei Yan took the pancake, he felt as if he had passed away, took a bite, but didn't move.

"Break it into pieces and eat it in soup", this pancake was so hard that it could be knocked like a brick, and the first time he ate it, he scratched his teeth, and he got used to it after eating too much, shit, why should he get used to this kind of thing.

Wen Ruzhe consciously helped his wife break the pancakes. The pancakes were of a strange color, and the soup was also a strange color. I don't know what was put in it.

But everyone is eating, and it seems too hypocritical for them not to eat.

The staff in the cafeteria next to them eat quite deliciously. They are treated well internally, and they can receive three pancakes and three pots of soup a day.

He never drank soup, so he had to take it home to his wife. He only ate half of the pancakes, and kept the other half for his wife.

Although the pancakes were bitter and hard, they were filled with good things, except cornmeal and wheat flour, which were ground corn stalks and chopped sweet potato vines.

I heard from the soldiers on patrol that some bases are now eating Guanyin soil.

Half of the pancakes are grain and half are soil, and after eating for a long time, they will be bloated to death.

Wei Yan couldn't finish eating the soup soaked cakes, obviously this was something that he couldn't eat even if he wanted to eat it in his previous life.

Wen Rujue ate up all the food in his own bowl in one go.

Seeing that my wife couldn't eat it after eating, I brought over my wife's leftovers and ate the pancakes that Ping Ping gave me. Tsk, the taste is really not good, not as good as the pig food cooked by my grandma.

Yan Qingyang went to fetch two more bowls of hot water. He and Wei Yan shared a bowl each. After drinking two pots of soup, the one surnamed Wen probably couldn't drink it anymore: "I'm going back, and you guys should go back early. It's not so safe after dark." .

"Well, I see." Wei Yan took a sip of water and ate some popcorn, finally suppressing the astringent taste in his mouth.

Wen Ruzhe wiped his mouth: "Don't take the stool away, just lend me it and return it to you in the afternoon." It's already here, and he has to set up a stall to try it out.

"Row."

There were not many oranges in the basket, and there was not much grain to sell, and Wen Ruzhe didn't want to sell any flowers, anyway, he came to explore the market today anyway.

The two randomly chose a shady place to set up a stall. Wei Yan's skin is tender and afraid of the sun. Although the autumn sun is no longer so hot, the ultraviolet rays are still strong.

The bicycle was put away, the oranges were laid out, and the two sat together with their hands in their hands.

Soon someone came to ask the price.

"How do you sell oranges?" It was a rich middle-aged woman who spoke.

Wen Ruzhang looked up at her. Her skin was fair, her clothes were neat, and she was a little fat. She was living a healthy life. She was the target customer: "One catty of rice for two oranges."

"It's so expensive, it's cheaper."

Wen Ruxuan shook his head: "No bargaining."

The middle-aged woman pouted and left.

After a while, another mother with a child came, and the child dragged the mother to the booth like a calf: "Mom, I want to eat this."

The woman doesn't want to buy it: "You haven't finished the candy you just bought."

"Mom, my good mother, please, can you buy it for me?" The child hugged his mother's thigh and kept shaking: "My beautiful mother, my fairy mother, please."

The kid's mother obviously couldn't stand her son's rainbow fart, so she turned her head and asked Wen Ruzhuo, "How do you sell it?"

Wen Rujuan still offered a catty of rice for two oranges.

"Wait a minute, I'll go home and get it", the woman took her son and prepared to leave

The child refused to leave, who knows if the mother made excuses to lure him back home, so she quickly grabbed an orange and sat next to Wei Yan, peeling the orange and waving to his mother: "Mom, bye, I'll wait here you."

Woman: "..." Unlucky child.

Probably because there was a child betting on the booth, the woman ran very fast, and ran back within a few minutes. When she came back, she saw a small pile of fruit peels piled up in front of her son. indivual?"

The child stretched out three fingers: "Five."

Wei Yan almost didn't laugh out loud, the kid couldn't count: "He only ate four."

Woman: "..." She brought a catty of rice home!Have to make another trip.

"Don't eat anymore, if you can't eat at night, let's see how your father treats you."

The child doesn't care.

The woman directly came to the bottom of the pot: "Boss, don't feed him any more, I won't pay the bill if you eat any more."

Wen Ruzhuan nodded, children have weak stomachs, and eating too much raw and cold food tends to cause stomach upsets.

Now the child was dumbfounded.

The woman smiled smugly, fighting with the old lady, you are still too young.

It took another ten minutes for the woman to go back home to get the rice, and Wen Rujue and Wei Yan's brains were about to explode from this chattering little customer.

I don't know where he came from so many words, it's like a living body with a hundred thousand whys.

People are still familiar, very skillful in being touched, hugged, and held high.

He didn't even look at the ashes he had just rolled from the ground.

It's better to get some food and let him stay quietly.

If it wasn't for the woman coming back quickly, Wen Rujue would really have done this.

After seeing off the small client, Wen Ruzhuan breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fears. Fortunately, he has no children, and fortunately his wife can't give birth. If there is a small talk, the house will be noisy.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-2109:58:57~2020-03-2122:26:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of wallflower coins; 5 bottles of just looking at Tianwen, a sour lemon;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!