91. Chapter 91, job position

Author: Matcha flavored ice cream

Chapter 91, Workplace

At about five o'clock in the morning the next day, Yang Xiaole was woken up by the alarm clock.

I rinsed my face with some water and found some space.

There was no one in the dark alley, and there were no bikes either. I left the alley and walked directly towards the pigeon market not far away.

When we arrived at the place, it was very deserted inside.

Yang Xiaole knew what was going on after thinking about it for a moment.

Now that everything is collectively owned, there aren't many things to sell, so there are naturally fewer people.

After waiting for a while, there was no food, so the place was probably full again.

I didn't care about any of this and just walked in.

There were not many people, and the ticket sales business was also very bleak. I squatted there with cattail fans to drive away mosquitoes and relieve the fever.

Yang Xiaole covered his face and went straight to the ticket seller.

"What tickets are there?"

The ticket seller glanced at him and said, "What tickets do you want?"

"Meat stamps, food stamps, sugar stamps, soap, soap, washing powder, iron pot... give me some of everything."

You still need to buy some tickets, just in case you don’t have to eat in the space to use them, so it doesn’t cost too much.

Others should at least make up for what is not in the space.

When the ticket seller heard this, his eyes lit up, "Hey guys, this is a big customer!"

In the past few days, there have been fewer people selling things, and naturally there have been fewer people buying things. There has been a backlog of tickets!

He quickly used the street light to start rummaging through the contents of his bag.

Iron pot tickets were actually available this time, so I collected one.

Meat stamps cost five kilograms, food stamps cost twenty kilograms, soap, soap, three pieces each...

A lot of people bought tickets worth 18 yuan, and then he stopped.

After buying, I put the things away and continued to hide in the alley and observe there to see if there is anything that is not in the space.

After taking a look, it seemed like there was nothing to buy.

But now he frowned.

Because of his physical condition, he had already paid special attention to his surroundings when he came in.

He really discovered something.

Not far away, two young men were pretending to ask for something, but their eyes would look towards him from time to time. As long as he looked around, the other young man would turn his head away.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaole looked around and saw that there was nothing to buy, so he left the alley and walked towards the alley where he came from before.

When he was approaching the alley, he looked sideways.

Pretend to take something out of the flour bag in your hand.

He picked up the butcher's knife, turned his head sharply, pointed at the two people behind him and shouted: "You're tired of living, aren't you? If you don't want to open your eyes, just follow me and give it a try."

While walking, step back.

The two of them had been eyeing him before, and they wanted to see if they could get some bargains due to his size.

But when they saw the other party taking out a bright kitchen knife, both of them hesitated.

This thing is very sharp.

Although they also brought a guy, how could they bring such a long guy with just two knives? This comparison was a bit disadvantageous!

The two looked at each other without saying a word, and silently retreated towards the original road.

Moreover, the two of them looked at Yang Xiaole's movements and were afraid that there was someone in the alley.

Seeing the people retreating, Yang Xiaole frowned. It seemed that his idea was right. The black market should be spared for his small body.

It’s not time to run out of food yet!

By that time, let alone robbing him, you might even eat yourself.

Retreating to the entrance of the alley, he calmly glanced at the road before walking inside.

I released the bike and came out again from the other side.

There was not much time left before dawn, so he had no intention of entering the space again.

I saw that the breakfast shop not far away was already open.

He happened to have no breakfast, so he walked over directly.

This is a breakfast restaurant converted from a courtyard house. There are five rooms in total, which is not too small.

There are three people inside who are working or busy.

There were already several people eating at the table.

Seeing him coming, the chef who was making the dough put on an apron and smiled at him: "Little comrade, what would you like to eat?"

Yang Xiaole glanced around and said, "Bring me a bowl of tofu pudding, two meat buns, and two fried cakes."

"Hey, okay, sit inside. You'll be here in a minute."

Yang Xiaole sat down and soon brought the things up and collected the money and tickets at the same time.

Fortunately, it was salty tofu pudding, which was a bit too sweet to eat.

While eating, he was thinking about what happened in the pigeon market.

For the first time, he really thought about the future.

There is still so much time before the reopening, can we just use the space to eat and drink?

Then he must be unwilling to do so.

Can major factories also not be completely assured when it comes to purchasing? They can provide the materials themselves and then find someone to do the work for them?

Thinking about it, it still doesn't work. It would be better if you don't beat the shit out of yourself and then rob your own things.

I couldn't find any good method for a while.

I'll think about it slowly when I go back, and if it doesn't work, I'll bring my eldest brother in.

While I was thinking, the sound of conversation came from the table next door: "Hey, what do you want to say about that little girl?"

"Hey, don't mention it. Mr. Hu's pick on that old man is too bad. He wants 400. This is crazy!"

"Ah, does it have to be this high?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect it. Although it was a job quota in a grocery store, he didn't think about it. How many years does that old lady Hu Li have to live? I'll wait. With so much money, I'll give it to you.

Delivering something to the subdistrict office is better than this job, which requires three years of apprenticeship."

Yang Xiaole looked back subconsciously.

The speakers were two middle-aged men in their forties, smoking fried liver and eating fried dough sticks.

The breakfast chef next to him probably knew these people. Hearing these words, he added: "It's really possible that Mr. Hu has that temper. He doesn't even look at it. There are big construction projects everywhere in the city and they are hiring people everywhere."

, and you’re still holding on to this price!

Let me tell you, it's not easy for us city dwellers to find a job, so there's no need to spend such a waste of money, and the job will be a little more comfortable."

Hearing this, someone at the dinner table replied: "Yes, that's what I thought too."

Behind him, Yang Xiaole heard this and was thinking about it.

What to say about this price!

Do you mean it’s high? It’s actually very high.

After Lao Maozi assisted in construction, industries and industrial supporting facilities bloomed almost everywhere across the country, creating a huge demand for labor.

Urban workers take advantage of their hukou and basically have no problems working.

It's just good or bad.

And after all, it has only been a few years since liberation, and people’s savings are not as strong as they were in the 1970s and 1980s.

Excluding household expenses, not many ordinary working-class families can save so much cash with 400 yuan.

Those who are capable don't care about this job.

And basically no family in rural areas can accept this price.

It doesn't matter how much it costs to him, it's just a matter of one or two pigs. Maybe he can give it a try.

After all, in order to take care of old employees these days, relatives and friends can be allowed to take over the work.
To be continued...