After dressing as a widow

The proprietress said: "Of course someone gave them away. The Bai family in the east of the town, the Long's family in the west of the town, and our several houses in Zhazi Street have all sent them back, but they were all sent back by Boy Zhong's family."

"I can't remember what he said. Anyway, he didn't want it. He would help Mrs. Chen starch and wash clothes when he came back from school, copy books in the bookstore, and write letters to people around him."

The proprietress put herself in the shoes of Zhong Yan, if he was in Zhong Yan's situation, he would definitely not be able to refuse those belongings, so she felt that Zhong Yan would do something in the future, and if there were customers who wanted to make clothes and wash them on weekdays, they would introduce them to Mrs. Chen. It is good for Zhong Yan to think about this point, and there are many ways to go in the future.

The proprietress was close to Lin Zhen, and her voice was so low that no one else could hear it except Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen couldn't help looking at Zhong Yan, and then at Gu Shuanzi. He felt that although his cheap son could not catch up with a genius like Zhong Yan, it would be good if he could have the character of Zhong Yan after studying for a few years.

Mrs. Chen, who went to get the tape measure, came out quickly, and Lin Zhen asked Gu Shuanzi, Lin Zhuzi, and Lin Shitou to measure the size.

The three children, Gu Shuanzi, were about the same height as Lin Zhuzi, especially Gu Shuanzi, who had long hands and legs, and looked taller than the stocky Lin Zhuzi.

Lin Shitou is half a head shorter than the two of them, but with his father's genes, he will be taller in the future.

Then there are Lin Xiaoyao and Lin Zhen, they are brothers, and they are about the same height, both 1.6 meters to 1.7 meters.

After measuring the size, Mrs. Chen took the soft ruler and said to Lin Zhen: "It will take about half a month to make all the clothes. If you are in a hurry, I will make one by myself first, and take the rest when I am done."

"No problem." Lin Zhen counted out 82 Wen from his purse and handed it to Mrs. Chen. "This is the wages for making clothes. Aunt Chen counts it."

Mrs. Chen waved her hand: "I haven't made the clothes yet, I'll give them to you when I get them."

"It's all the same," Lin Zhen stuffed the money into Mrs. Chen's hands, "I know where my aunts live, so I'm not afraid that my aunt will run away. My house is next to the Maji Grain and Oil Store on Zhazi Street. It's a newly opened food store. My aunt cooks it. Alright, send it there."

After stuffing the money, Lin Zhen asked Gu Shuanzi and the others to leave quickly, and the proprietress said to Mrs. Chen behind: "This brother is straightforward, you can keep the money."

The proprietress quietly glanced at Zhong Yan, who was carrying the cloth into her arms, and whispered: "Your Zhong boy will be thirteen in the Chinese New Year, has the marriage settled?"

The proprietress had asked many times before, and Mrs. Chen smiled lightly and said: "The shopkeeper's wife has also seen his temperament, and she has her own plans in her heart. Although I am his mother, I can't influence him."

"Look at him."

The proprietress choked up for a moment, if she could have spoken to Zhong Yan, she would have spoken in front of Zhong Yan long ago.

She laughed a few times and said, "Yes, it still depends on whether the younger generation likes it or not."

"I asked my children to watch over my shop. I'm going back first. Next time I have a job, I'll introduce it to you."

"Thank you lady shopkeeper, let's go slowly, lady shopkeeper." Madam Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and when the lady boss left, she picked up the remaining cloth and entered the room.

There is only one house in Chen's house, and there is a small stove room that can only accommodate one person walking around in it, so Mrs. Chen lives with her mother-in-law, and Zhong Yan lives half of it alone.

The weather was bad two days ago, and the mother-in-law accidentally contracted the wind and cold. Madam Chen was so anxious that her eyebrows were on fire. If you don't catch the mother-in-law's condition, you can't delay it.

Fortunately, Lin Zhen gave the salary in advance.

And Lin Zhen who came out from Mrs. Chen's house took Lin Xiaoyao and the others to buy bedding, dishes, rice noodles, grains and oils, condiments, and a bunch of miscellaneous things that needed to be used.

After running several times, I finally moved all the things back, and the sky became dark.

Everyone was tired after working all day, and Lin Zhen didn't want to do anything else, so he went with them to a small restaurant and ordered three dishes and one soup, and led them home to sleep after eating.

The next day, Lin Zhen and Lin Xiaoyao got up before dawn.

While adding a handful of firewood to the stove, Lin Xiaoyao asked Lin Zhen: "Third brother, shall we go to set up a stall today or have a rest?"

The custom-made tables, chairs and benches have not arrived yet, and the shop in front is still empty, and it is impossible to do business in the shop. If you want to sell Malatang, you can only push a small cart to set up a stall as before.

All the firewood for burning now is bought in bundles and cut into long and short knots.

Lin Xiaoyao was even more anxious than Lin Zhen. Last night, she calculated the expenses of the five people here and almost fell asleep.

Lin Zhen went to the place where the sundries were piled up, picked up a basket of charcoal, and asked Lin Xiaoyao to put it in the stove and burn it: "If you want to set up a stall, you have to set it up for four or five days in a row. Promote the shop we are now opening on Chazi Street."

"Also, I thought about it. It's too monotonous to only sell Malatang after the shop opens. This thing can't be eaten as a meal. When the weather is hot, there are fewer people eating it than when it's hot. Let's see what to sell. "

There is an off-season and a peak season for business. After all, Malatang is something that must be eaten out of the pot. After it is cold, the taste will be a bit bad, so more people eat it when the weather is cold.

And eating Malatang after it gets hot, it is really too hot to eat.

Lin Xiaoyao has done business with him for more than a year, and this situation happened last year, when the weather was too hot, the two of them sometimes didn't come to town.

But now I rented a shop, and I waited for a few mouths to eat without opening the door, and it cost money to cook a fire to eat, which was no more than when I was in the village.

He turned his mind around, and said to Lin Zhen: "Why don't we sell cold noodles and cold food in our shop, as long as the taste is better, we should be able to attract some customers."

Lin Zhendao: "It's not until the weather really gets hot, this matter can be discussed slowly."

"Let's set up a stall these days."

They lit a fire in the kitchen, and Gu Shuanzi, Lin Zhuzi, and Lin Shitou woke up. After washing his face, he went to the yard to help out, and prepared the things to be sold, especially bamboo tubes, skewers, and clay pots. When you see something containing food, you must carefully check everything, and wash what needs to be cleaned.

Lin Zhen quickly made the rice cooked before going to bed last night into a large pot of fried rice with scallions and eggs. Standing in front of the door, he looked at the few people who were putting the cleaned bamboo tubes into the deep and large basket: "Come in and eat Yes, set up a stall after dinner."

Although Lin Xiaoyao, who worked with Gu Shuanzi, Lin Shitou, and Lin Zhuzi, was their elder and older than them, she didn't let them idle just because they were children.

He understood that Shuan Zi was nothing more than the third brother's stepson, Zhu Zi and Shi Shi came to work in the shop, and the third brother had to pay more than 200 cash a month, so they couldn't think that they came here to take advantage of it.

This is not only bad for them, but also makes it difficult for the third brother.

Just like when he went to set up a stall with the third brother, the third brother never stopped him because of their brotherhood, hired him as wages, and only asked him if he was tired and whether he could bear it after the work was finished. live.

"Okay, let's pack up the bamboo tubes and come," Lin Xiaoyao said to Gu Shuanzi, Lin Zhuzi and Lin Shitou, who were putting the bamboo tubes in the basket, "Hurry up, we'll go eat after packing up, I smelled it." It smells like scrambled eggs."

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Lin Zhuzi and Lin Shitou swallowed their saliva. Scrambled eggs are not often found in Lin's house, and they are waste eggs and waste oil. They were greedy, so they squatted down and fished the cleaned bamboo tubes into the basket.

Soon, several people filled the bamboo tubes with two big baskets, poured water and went to eat.

Lin Zhen looked at Lin Shitou and Lin Zhuzi who rushed in first, and pointed to the egg fried rice that was already on the table: "One bowl for each person, if there is not enough, go to the pot to scoop it up. Both of you are here for the first time. Help, so you have to watch and listen diligently later, and ask if you don't understand something?"

"Yes, auntie who knows." Lin Zhuzi nodded, and took Lin Shitou to pick up the fried rice with eggs. After taking a bite, he simply used a planer, his head was buried in the bowl and he couldn't even lift it up.

Lin Xiaoyao and Gu Shuanzi, who were one step behind, also picked up their own rice. The salty and fragrant rice contained chopped green onion and tender fried eggs, so fragrant that people could only shove it into their mouths.

It is said that half-sized children eat poor old people, this sentence is true at all, Gu Shuanzi, Lin Zhuzi, Lin Shitou all added a full second bowl, Lin Xiaoyao added half a bowl, Lin Zhen was full after eating one bowl up.

Originally, when Lin Zhen fried the rice, he thought it was a little too much, but he didn't know that there was not a single grain of rice in the pot in the end. Looking at his posture, even a little more could be stuffed in.

He looked at several people and said, "Let's go, it's almost time to set up the stall."

At this time, a line of white has appeared in the sky, and it won't take long for the sun to break free from that line of white and illuminate the whole town.

Lin Zhen and Lin Xiaoyao supported the small cart on one side, Lin Shitou and Lin Zhuzi carried buckets for skewers on their backs, and Gu Shuanzi also carried things in a pannier.

A few people came out of the shop and found that almost all the shops on both sides of Zhazi Street were open, and the yawning mistress and shopkeeper were walking around the shop.

Arriving at the place where they usually set up a stall, Lin Zhen saw a loyal fan of Malatang, the shopkeeper who was the first to buy his Malatang was removing the door panel, and he greeted first: "Good morning, shopkeeper, Would you like some soup noodles to eat today?"

The shopkeeper saw that it was Lin Zhen, and he was accompanied by three children who were taller than average, but with childish faces, who could be seen at a glance and were quite surprised: "Why did you come here so early today? What are you doing?" Time to hit the road?"

"Thanks to your love for Malatang these days, I have now rented a place next to the Maji Grain and Oil Shop. After two days, I will stop setting up a stall and only sell it in the shop."

"Yo, my brother has actually rented the shop, congratulations," the shopkeeper said after putting the door that had been removed inside, "We are old acquaintances, and I don't know what my surname is. My surname is Cen. Just call me shopkeeper Cen."