Leaving from the stall selling cloth tigers, the four of them walked forward together in the direction of the crowd.

"It's much more lively than before. When we came, we seemed to sell some red paper to write Spring Festival couplets, and also sell things grown from our homes. Children's things are all wooden toys and firecrackers. Now you see, you almost have become small supermarkets." Guo Changyou said with a smile, and from time to time he reached out to light the stalls on both sides of the road.

Sang Bai was walking and watching. It was indeed much more lively now. When walking at the big festival at this time, the sound of a family setting off firecrackers would be heard in his ears. The atmosphere of the New Year is much better than that of the era when Sang Bai came.

Although it is a bit polluting the environment, it is much different if there are no fireworks during the Chinese New Year.

"Buy some fireworks?" Liu Yu'an said.

"You know what I think? You have to buy it when you think about fireworks," Sang Bai said with a smile.

Liu Yu'an said, "We still have a good understanding. If you are a woman, I will marry you as your wife."

"If I were a woman, I wouldn't marry you. You would be too ugly," Sang Bo teased.

Zhou Guohua said: "How long have you been shopping here? I won't run away when I go back to buy a stall."

When he heard that he wanted to buy fireworks, the vendor selling fireworks next to him suddenly became energetic, but when he heard Zhou Guohua's words, the glory in the eyes of this person suddenly darkened again.

Another woman selling fireworks stall owner also heard it, but the reaction was different from the ones next to him. He immediately smiled at Zhou Guohua and others and said, "No, if you want to buy fireworks here, I will pack it for you to deliver it to the place. You don't have to worry about anything. By then, you have finished shopping and you will get back to the place and give the money. You don't have to turn around again..."

The stall owner spoke quickly, like a machine gun, which immediately attracted the attention of Zhou Guohua and others.

Who cares about money? Everyone heard what the stall owner said here seemed to make sense, so they surrounded the stall.

"This, this, and this..." Liu Yuan directly reached out and lit up.

He didn't order small, he ordered big ones here. There were no super large fireworks in the town's small fireworks stalls, at most they were the same size as small stew pots. Liu Yuan finished all the big fireworks at the stall owner after a few tickings.

The stall owner was stunned when he looked at Liu Yuan. After Liu Yuan finished placing, he opened his mouth and said, "You, you won't joke about me, these are a lot of money, almost two thousand yuan."

The 2,000 yuan at this time was about three to four months' salary for the county workers. The stall owner naturally thought that Liu Yu'an was playing with him.

After hearing this, Liu Yuan laughed and said, "Who has time to play with you? Why don't you give it now? I still want to ask me for a deposit? I told you that I won't give it."

The stall owner was a little confused now, while Liu Yuan looked at the woman's stall owner with a smile waiting for her decision. If she gave it to him, Liu Yuan would buy it. If she didn't give it to him, the business would be ruined.

I have to say that Liu Yuan is a bit of a bad taste. He is giving the stall holder a small opportunity to make some money.

The stall holder finally nodded and said, "Send it, when will you go back? Please point out the place, I will send it to us, who are in charge."

Liu Yuan pointed at the east end of the road: "Does there a shop know about the way to Liushuzhuang? Lu's small shop, just send it to that door."

"Okay, are you from Liushu Village?" The stall owner looked at Liu Yu'an and the others.

"We are not" Liu Yu'andao.

"Oh!" said the woman.

Zhou Guohua heard this and said, "See him and give me one too!"

"I'll give you one too. The children at home like to play," said Guo Changyou.

After saying that, the three of them looked at Sangbai together.

Sangbai smiled and said, "You buy yours and see what I do. We have no shortage of fireworks."

How could Sangbai's family have lost these things? Every year, Sangbai will buy fireworks worth thousands of yuan. Every year, someone in the village organizes to buy fireworks on the 21st of the 12th lunar month. That is, Liu Yu'an and others will not come until the Chinese New Year, otherwise their family will not be short of fireworks. For such a quick-money business, the children in the village can make a fortune, so they can't even get to the vendors outside.

"That's a total of three copies," said Zhou Guohua.

The stall holder was in a dilemma now because she didn't have so many fireworks in her hands. If all these fireworks were sold, she wouldn't have to buy them tomorrow, and she would just go home early for the New Year.

How many fireworks can a small firework dealer in a town have on hand? The stall is equipped with almost all her goods.

Therefore, when Zhou Guohua left almost, the stall owner and the woman began to worry. If she wanted to do this business, she had to get the goods and borrow them from other stalls. That would not happen. Who would not sell more while the time was time to lend her goods? As for sharing the profit with others, the stall owner was a little reluctant.

"I think these people are just having fun," said a stall owner next to him.

If this business was not done, the stall owner who also sold fireworks next to him became bad.

The stall owner and the little woman didn't think long before she said to the other stall owner next to her: "Brother Liu San, please help me see the stall. I'll go to my boss and ask him to go to the county town to pick up goods now."

"OK!"

After hearing this, the stall owner took a trot back home.

Zhou Guohua and others continued to move forward, while Guo Changyou smiled and said, "Do you think we can see fireworks when we go back?"

"I guess this is unlikely. Can she have goods worth nearly 5,000 yuan in total? For her, the risks of this business are quite high. We have not paid a deposit yet," Liu Yuan said with a smile.

Sangbai said: "You guys are so bored. Why are you kidding hawkers doing nothing?"

"That's what we say, we do business without taking risks, this is how we do business," Zhou Guohua said with a smile.

Sang Bai smiled and shook his head and said to himself: The bad taste of rich people like to keep people around, but they can also make you happy because you can make money.

After walking a few meters away, Sang Bai saw the noodle stall I had eaten before. It turned out that the stall owner and his wife still set up a stall on the roadside this year.

"Let's go, let's eat a bowl of noodles," Sang Bai said with a smile.

"Hey, this stall is still there." Guo Changyou also remembered the stall owner.

Zhou Guohua and Liu Yuan didn't say much and followed Sang Bai's steps.

"Some four bowls of noodles, mine will have big meat, a small row of large intestine, plus a poached egg," Sangbai said loudly.

"Okay! You can find a place to sit down first, and I'll bring it to you later." The stall owner said with a smile after hearing this.

When he saw Sang Bai clearly, he smiled and said, "You haven't been here for several years."

Sanber said in surprise: "Do you remember me?"

The stall owner smiled and said, "Of course I remember you!"

Sang Bai was amazed at the stall owner's memory. He didn't know that the stall owner's impression of him came from Liushu Village. When he was having dinner a few years ago, Sang Bai's dress and identity made the stall owner even unable to forget it. It was like a person who picked up a piece of gold. I am afraid that in ten years he would remember what the piece of gold looked like.

Sang Bai said as he looked at the place where the table was placed behind the stall and found that every table was full, and there were more people eating noodles than he remembered.

"The business is very good. By the way, why are you still setting up a stall? Don't you buy a store?" Sang Bai asked.

The stall owner said: "I am old and can't build a store anymore. I also set up a family in the county town. My son is working on it now. We are alone (referring to couples in the local dialect) are here. When there is a market, we set up a stall and when there is no market, we play at home."

"You have lived a free life these days," said Liu Yu'an.

At this time, Zhou Guohua and others ordered the noodles, and each of them added a few ingredients.

"At such an old age, you can just wear warm clothes and eat enough, and there is no big requirement," said the stall owner.

"You don't have much requirements yet? In this town, you can count your yard except Luxian National. The big yard with two inside and outside is surrounded by two floors."

At this time, a guest eating noodles smiled.

The stall owner smirked twice, as if he had agreed to this person's statement.

At this time, a table of people left. The stall owner picked up a rag and quickly cleaned up the dishes, and then asked Sang Bai and the other four to sit down.

I waited to put away the bowls and chopsticks, and then wiped them with a clean cloth, so that the original water stains on the table would no longer exist.

The noodles are very fast, and the meat and other things are made. The noodles are rolled up a few times after they are put into the pot. Moreover, the noodles are hand-rolled and the flour is quite particular. Although they are not as good as the high-gluten flour produced in Liushuzhuang, they add ingredients such as bean flour to the house, which tastes good.

The noodles came, and Sangbai took a sip of the soup and felt that the taste was still old. The heavy-tasting old braised taste was slightly spicy, which was a local flavor.

I picked up the chopsticks and sucked the noodles. The noodles were smooth and the taste of hand-rolled noodles was much better than the machine. However, fewer and fewer people made them at this time. Many people used the flour shop machine to make them. The price was fast and the price was low. The hand-rolled noodles were complicated and time-consuming. For example, this noodle stall was rolled out by two people, one was the husband of the stall owner, and the other seemed to be a relative. These small businesses were like this.

"The noodles are good! Boss, do you have garlic?" Guo Changyou said.

As a person who grew up in the north, the taste of noodles without garlic is half as low.

The boss quickly found garlic again. People here did not bring garlic with noodles, so he naturally did not ask the customers if they needed it.

After sucking a bowl of noodles, Sang Bai transferred the account and the few people continued to walk forward. Not long after, they saw a big show stall. They set up a stage, dressed up on it and sang sang sing. There was someone below who held a plate to sing around the crowd to collect money.

Some people give money, some people turn around and leave as soon as they see the person who collects money, and some people watch the play far away.

Every time someone who collects money goes around, the crowd in front of the platform is thinner, and there are people who like to take advantage of it everywhere. This is too normal, and the people are hard to give up their wealth.

Of course, Sang Bai and the other two didn't need this. They were here to get in the fun, so how could they not come up and have fun?
Chapter completed!