The Local Lazy Man System

"You'll know it when you go out and walk around the streets at night!"

Nangong Ziyan shook her head and said.

There are some things that Nangong Ziyan can't talk about, so it's better for her man to see for himself.

"good!"

Ye Guangrong nodded and said.

Since the hot spring was opened, the economy of the entire Taoyuan Village has developed rapidly. The village has developed like a county town, with several bustling streets.

In the past, when the old village chief and the others were still around, Ye Guangrong would still walk around the village. Since the old village chief and the others passed away, Ye Guangrong rarely walks around the village.

After all, because of my identity and status, people in the village are very restrained when they see and talk to me.

Especially at night, Ye Guangrong had not visited the village night market for several years.

"I will go out for a walk tonight. Which of you will accompany me for a walk?"

Ye Guangrong asked.

"I'm going to tell Zhuang Zhuang a story tonight!"

Liu Qingqing said.

"I have to settle our family's income and expenditure for this month tonight, so I can't go out with you."

Liu Yifei also shook her head and said.

At the end of every month, Liu Yifei would calculate her family's income and expenses. She didn't expect Liu Qingqing to handle such a headache. If she were asked to calculate these accounts, she wouldn't even know she was being sold.

As for Ye Guangrong, there is no hope for that. This is the biggest hands-off shopkeeper in the family.

Fortunately, there are Ye Piaoyue and others at home to help him, otherwise he would be exhausted by himself.

"Husband, we have to report to the capital tonight."

Nangong Ziyan said apologetically.

"Forget it, I'd better go out for a walk alone!"

Ye Guangrong said depressedly.

…

It's September now, and the sky is getting dark earlier. Last week, at seven o'clock, the sky was still a little bright, but now it's a little after six o'clock, and the sky has completely darkened. If Without street lights, this road would basically be looked down upon.

Ye Guangrong played with his son at home for a while. He looked at the time and saw that it was already eight o'clock in the evening. He stood up and walked towards the village.

Walking out from the courtyard of Ye Guangrong's house, in order not to affect Ye Guangrong's yard or disturb Ye Guangrong's family, the area of ​​more than a thousand meters around Ye Guangrong's yard is still farmland, but there are no buildings in this area. inside building.

But once you step out of this area, it's like entering another world.

At night, there are many high-rise buildings here and the streets are busy with traffic. The bustling crowds were like a tide, the neon lights were dazzling, and the lights were blurry. Both fantasy and reality.

There are people shouting and indulgent inside and outside the bar, and the antique streets are flashing with advertising lights of famous brand beer.

If you didn't know this was a village, you would really think you were in a busy corner of a big city.

The night market did not cool down because of the cool breeze, and the silence of the night did not seem to fall over the night market. The night market was expanding, and the noise and lights ignited the restlessness in people's hearts.

Everyone's mouths were beating and they were mumbling non-stop. In short, in such a lively place, you must not let your mouth stop.

Needless to say, there are all kinds of products in the night market, but what attracts people is definitely not the dazzling array of products, but the various people.

A young man here is eyeing a beautiful woman in a short skirt who is walking towards him. The handsome guy over there is staring at the lady boss's flowing hair. The night market has become an aesthetic place.

The food street on the other side is in full swing, with a lot of people. The cool breeze blows here and it immediately turns into a heat wave. It is also mixed with the fragrance of various snacks, and a "mixed smell heat wave" blows to every corner of the night market. , adding warmth to this night market that was already suffering from a high fever.

“I really didn’t expect that the night market in Taoyuan Village would be so lively!”

Seeing this scene, Ye Guangrong was extremely emotional.

If time could be turned back ten years, Ye Guangrong couldn't imagine that Taoyuan Village would develop so well one day.

So bustling and lively.

But Ye Guangrong likes silence and doesn't like this noisy environment.

Ye Guangrong remembered that eight years ago, when he went to the night market in the village, it was still very calm at night. There were not many people on the streets. The food stalls and restaurants were more lively at night. At that time, there was no KTV, no bars, and no Internet cafes.

But now, all of these are available, and there are more than one. Ye Rongrong even saw a big movie theater.

It seems that Taoyuan Village has developed really fast in the past few years.

But for some reason, Ye Guangrong didn't like this kind of prosperity. Maybe he was really not young anymore.

That's right. Although people in their fifties look young and look like young men in their twenties and thirties, they are still old at heart.

Ye Guangrong couldn't help but sigh.

In a corner of the night market, there was a place that seemed particularly quiet. The deserted place in front of the door with few cars and horses was the best way to describe it, but Ye Guangrong's eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw it.

I saw an inconspicuous little bookstall in the corner, with a black carpet spread on the ground, and books stacked neatly on the stall.

There were several matzas placed in front of the carpet, and several customers took advantage of the dim light to look at them with gusto. The boss looks like an artistic young man with a beard.

And he is the kind of Internet author who writes a lot of novels but is not appreciated, and has to make a small profit by selling books.

Ye Guangrong walked over and asked the book stall owner: "Boss, do you have this book?"

"No."

His answer was very low, even a little painful, as if it came from two different worlds from the clamor of the night market outside.

"No?"

Ye Guangrong was a little disappointed.

"You like this book?"

Hearing Ye Guangrong's disappointed tone, the bookstall owner raised his head and looked at Ye Guangrong and asked.

"Well, there are too few books about good people and good human beings now. There are only a few books, and most of them are eunuchs. This is the only one I still hold on to. I want to buy one and have a look. It can be regarded as a tribute to the author. I support it, I hope he doesn’t want to be a eunuch.”

Ye Guangrong said.

"Thanks!"

The bookstall owner said to Ye Guangrong gratefully.

"Thanks?"

Ye Guangrong couldn't help being stunned.

"I...I am the author of this book."

The stall owner said a little embarrassedly.

"You...are you the author of?"

Ye Guangrong asked the stall owner with a shocked look on his face.

Unexpectedly, I met a bookstall owner on the street who actually wrote novels. He was considered a colleague of me and he had also written two novels.

"Yes, that one was written by me. Before I wrote this novel, many colleagues advised me not to write books about good people and good human beings. Basically, I just wrote one book after another. The lesson learned from the past is that one book after another is a eunuch. Yes, but I am a stubborn person, and I will go to the dark side. As you can see, in order to survive, I can only set up a street vendor. Unfortunately, there are fewer and fewer people reading books, and business is not good... "

The stall owner said helplessly.