Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

When he came back, Zhang Qianxiu stopped by to drink the medicine at the Chinese Medicine Hall. The old man glanced at Zhang Qianxiu, who was sweating profusely. "You don't work hard. Although your injuries are not serious, most of them are bruises, but hard work still has an impact. "

Zhang Qianxiu didn't care too much: "It's okay, I'm hot."

The old man shook his head slightly: "Young people, your body is your capital. If your body breaks down, you won't be able to catch more opportunities to make money in the future."

The old man was kind. After Zhang Qianxiu thanked him, he left the Chinese Medicine Museum and continued to sell rice at the door of the market.

However, this time Zhang Qianxiu didn't have good luck at noon. Although he still had a sweet mouth, many people asked the price, but he didn't sell a jin throughout the afternoon.

Zhang Qianxiu discovered that the people who came to the local stall to buy rice either had a very low price, and the highest would be willing to pay half a cent, and the lower half would want it. Each of these people was better than the other.

Zhang Qianxiu deliberately went to check the quality of rice sold at other stalls. There were good rice on the top, and most people put second rice below.

The people who bought it know it, but the following sub-meters cost more than fifty cents a catty in the store.

In short, people who buy rice outside do not want quality but price.

Zhang Qianxiu told them that he was all good rice, and few people believed it. Even if someone believed it, they wouldn't buy it. They were too expensive.

Those who set up a stall to really sell good rice have an embarrassing price. They have to sell it at a low price. If they don’t sell it, they will eventually sell it to the grain and oil store, and the price is only four cents.

Compared with the purchase price of grain and oil stores, the outside price of fifty cents to fifty cents is relatively not so unacceptable.

The sky was getting dark, and Zhang Qianxiu's rice had not been sold yet.

Then I went to Shudetang to drink a bowl of fried medicine, pushed the bicycle, and hesitated to go home.

It is inconvenient to go home with a large bag of rice, and I will still have to come to the county town tomorrow.

In the end, Zhang Qianxiu decided to stay in the county for one night, but the hawkers who helped bring the goods were going to be delayed for a day.

There are guest houses and hotels in the county. Zhang Qianxiu asked about the price. The last one was five yuan a night. In the end, he decided to find a place for one night. It was summer anyway.

There are not so many street lights on the street now, only a few street lights in the center of the main road.

There is no entertainment at night, and there are very few people on the road.

Zhang Qianxiu found a cleaner place, locked the bicycle on the side of the road, put the meter against the wall, and leaned on the meter, preparing to spend the night like this.

There were many mosquitoes on the roadside, and Zhang Qianxiu didn't care.

Occasionally people pass by, and I don't care too much when I look at Zhang Qianxiu. In this era, many rural people come to the county seat and spend the night on the roadside if they are reluctant to stay in a hotel.

Suddenly, a burst of singing and howling ghosts came.

"Looking back at the door in a foreign land yesterday."

"Sigh with emotion year after year."

"But sunset and sunrise never change."

"At this moment when I look at my father's smile again."

"Unconsciously speechless."

………

A Cantonese song "Earth" that is now normalizing, this song is magnificent, and it has been sung like a roar from the sky.

Zhang Qianxiu raised his head and glanced. It was a couple of drunk men and women, hooking their shoulders on their backs, and walking towards this side staggeringly. Kicked the door of the store.

These people probably think that they are the happiest people who live out their lives now.

Zhang Qianxiu didn't want to provoke these people, so he leaned a little to the side, trying not to hinder them.

However, when a few punks saw Zhang Qianxiu, someone shouted excitedly: "Fuck, there is a beggar!"

Zhang Qianxiu knew that they were talking about himself, frowned slightly and said nothing.

Those people must know that Zhang Qianxiu is not a beggar, but they want to play Zhang Qianxiu a little bit now. One of them ran up with a strange cry and kicked Zhang Qianxiu: "Hey... beggar, get up, call Dad, Dad give You are a bun!"

A group of people laughed presumptuously, and one of the women said loudly: "Chen Xiaofeng, where the **** do you have buns?"

Chen Xiaofeng turned around and gave a smirk: "You have it! Give him a taste of yours."

The woman didn't care about this at all, and said with a smile: "Chen Xiaofeng, you bitch, give him your wife's food!"

"Aren't you my wife?" Chen Xiaofeng teased the woman and kicked Zhang Qianxiu: "Hey... son... I fuck, I have a beggar son? Lost... Lost."

The people around laughed again.

When one of the men was repairing the bicycle by Zhang Qian, he kicked the bicycle down by the way: "Damn it, such a broken bicycle is still riding, don't give it to me!"

A woman smiled and said, "This may be all the belongings of the family."

Chen Xiaofeng turned his head and shouted: "Zhang Wei, you lost money and you kicked my son's bicycle into trouble."

Zhang Wei laughed "haha": "Fuck, he is your son, who is the fuck?"

Even if Zhang Qianxiu can bear it, it is impossible to endure such insult to his family by a group of gangsters.

Zhang Qianxiu stood up fiercely, already secretly holding the knife he picked up during the day.

As long as a person fights his life once, he will naturally be bolder, but it is just desperate.

Chen Xiaofeng and others were taken aback.

The few people who were still frolicking just now all glared at Zhang Qianxiu, as if Zhang Qianxiu had shoveled their ancestral grave.

Chen Xiaofeng pulled his face at Zhang Qianxiu and cursed: "I'm **** your mother, you still have...ah..."

Chen Xiaofeng hadn't spoken yet, and Zhang Qianxiu had already kicked his stomach fiercely, and sat on the ground with his ass, shrinking into a ball in pain.