Jiang Hao stared at the eight yuan and fifty cents spread out on the bed. He originally only ate a few yuan for dinner, but for this meal, he lost an extra six yuan for tableware and chopsticks.

Chui Shuihui touched his burning face, took the ice cubes wrapped in cloth from She Zaiming and applied it.

Niu Jingqiang faced the corner with his head lowered and his back to everyone. No one was willing to speak to break the silence.

Snake Ming leaned against the door, took a cigarette from Shuihui's cigarette case, and started smoking.

Jiang Hao picked up the money and put it in his inner pocket.

In the middle of the night, there were always swarms of mosquitoes flying around in the room. Mosquitoes bigger than cockroaches were buzzing around. Fanshu Chang stared at the mosquito that was about to bite him.

splash.

Despite the humid weather, there is still a musty smell in the room that won't go away.

Jiang Hao picked up the mosquito-repellent incense and lit it. After washing his hands, he took a cloth ice pack that was used to blow water and apply it on him.

"Why don't we go set up a stall?"

Jiang Hao suddenly said these words while taking the melted ice water.

The freezing atmosphere in the room was instantly shattered. Niu Jingqiang moved his shoulders and turned to look at Jiang Hao.

After She Zaiming took the last puff of his cigarette, the butt of the cigarette reached the bottom, and he threw it on the cement floor and was trampled out.

"What can we sell? We don't have any money."

Suddenly, a short hawking call came from downstairs: "Xirong, fried noodles, wontons!"

Jiang Hao stuffed the ice pack into the water and quickly opened the window. He looked down at an old couple who had set up a stall at the end of the street corner. Warm water vapor rose from the side of the pot, and balls of water were blown out with a bamboo pole.

Thin noodles are arranged in bamboo radish, and next to them are kneaded wontons.

The favorite food of Guangzhou people is wontons with bamboo noodles. The wontons have thin skin and thick meat, and the bamboo noodles are chewy and refreshing. When paired with bone soup, the taste is amazing.

"We only sell Guangning specialty snacks, wonton dumplings." Jiang Hao pointed to the window and said.

Everyone leaned out of the window, and the aroma of pepper-flavored clear soup came from far away, reminding them of Guangning County's specialty food, wonton dumplings.

“Where can I get the money to buy the things and ingredients for the stalls?”

It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, and the two bags were empty. Everyone knew that the remaining eight yuan was the last expense for food and accommodation in Fangcun.

"Credit!" Jiang Hao looked at the old couple and had a plan in mind.

Several people looked at Jiang Hao's confident look on his face, and their gloomy mood at the food stall was swept away.

Jiang Hao has a lot of clever ideas and is recognized by everyone in Xiaobei Village. He is bold, careful and not afraid of death. He is the one I'm talking about.

"If business goes bad..." Fanshu Chang couldn't help but pour cold water on her.

Before he finished speaking, he looked at the accusing eyes of everyone and immediately shut up.

"Give it a try and your bicycle will turn into a motorcycle!"

Chui Shuihui made a noise and suddenly moved too much. The pain hit his face. He subconsciously covered his face and Yiyi shouted.

Niu Jingqiang took the ice bag from his hand, put the remaining ice into a new bag, tied it, and handed it to Chui Shuihui. The two couldn't hold it in any longer, so they looked at each other and laughed away their grudges.

Jiang Hao and She Zaiming both smiled heartily when they saw this scene.

Yes, they are all from Xiaobei Village, how can there be so many overnight feuds.

In the small room, several people looked at the sparse stars outside the window, as well as the old couple who were still busy with their lives on the street. They all suppressed their homesickness. In the face of the livelihood and future of Xiaobei Village, their personal

Gratitude and emotion are not worth mentioning.
Chapter completed!