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The people of Dawan Village agreed to the morning market, and the other villages were very happy. After all, Dawan Village has opened the morning market in their village’s grain drying field for many years, and they have a ready-made popularity. Come with them To do it, it is indispensable to follow the light.

The town government and the cadres of each village also acted quickly this time. The day after Dawan Village voted, Luo Quanshun reported the decision of his village to the top, and then everyone got together for a meeting. After a few days of busy work, the morning market opened on the following Saturday.

The opening hours of the morning market are from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] every morning, just three hours, and all stalls have to be closed after [-]:[-].

The arrangement of the stalls is that the villagers of Dawan Village will be at the entrance of their own villages, and other villages will draw lots to decide to place them all the way from Dawan Village to Buffalo Town.There are also those who sell breakfast, which are divided into separate districts, from the entrance of Dawan Village to the top, and each village belongs to each village.

Some people also said that the location of Dawan Village is not a bit of a disadvantage. The prices of the things in the morning market are affordable. Everyone walked all the way up, and when they reached the location of Dawan Village, many people bought much worse.

However, those people in Dawan Village are willing to guard the entrance of their own village. According to the wishes of the village chief, they will be placed in this position first. If it is not possible, they will draw lots with other villages next month.

On the day when the morning market opened, the three members of Lao Zhou's family also went to join in the fun. They didn't buy anything else, so they brought their stomachs and ate a good meal.

At the same time, there were many posts introducing this morning market on the Tongcheng Forum. Most of these free promoters were part-time workers of the old Zhou family. Most of these posts were full of pictures and texts, and they were very professional.

Among other things, the photos they took alone provoked a large group of people screaming at the bottom of the post that they must go to this morning market when they have time.

In those photos, there are mountains, winding asphalt roads, and various stalls on the inner side of the road. There is a constant flow of pedestrians on the road, and one or two ox carts can be seen slowly passing through it from time to time. Terraces, windmills in the distance...

"Fuck, isn't that old Zhou's yaya?"

"This guy is not standing guard at the chicken coop, what is he doing at the morning market?"

"It's reasonable for Yaya to appear here. How could this guy miss such a big morning market with so much food?"

"It seems that Xiao Zhou took it there."

"The brother upstairs is wrong. Yaya hasn't officially registered at Lao Zhou's house yet."

"Whether he is registered or not, he still eats and drinks anyway."

"Its dog father has to give it some delicious food and drink, I don't know how nourishing it is."

"Why didn't I see Dabao?"

"That guy, Dabao, probably will make Xiao Zhou poor in just one meal."

"Dabao has also gone. I saw him at the morning market yesterday. His big white tail was flicking like a hot wheel. It was a joy."

"Okay, let Dabao go, those who sell breakfast will not worry about losing business."

"What's delicious in this morning market, do you have any recommendations?"

"Yes, turn left when you go out, and there is a recommendation post next door."

"Thank you guys."

"It's quite troublesome to find according to that. I plan to go directly and search according to the number of people."

"Hey, then you're in trouble."

"Almost every family has a lot of people, hahahaha."

"Unless you have a big belly like our Dabao."

"I'm just a little curious. What are you guys doing? After eating the things in the morning market, do the old Zhou's have breakfast?"

"You are stupid, how can the old Zhou family not eat breakfast?"

"Don't eat for nothing."

"It has to be eaten."

"Can you eat it?"

"This is in terms of time, so we have to arrange it well."

"We usually do this. We go out at five o'clock in the morning, eat everything we want at the morning market, then walk around, and return to Niuwangzhuang at 07:30 to have another meal."

"I see!"

"Where are you all going?"

"You can go and see Wu Zhanfang and the others make rice noodles."

"You can go to Pagoda Temple to watch the masters do morning classes."

"You can go to see old Zhou's pigeons take a bath."

"You can go and see those big fat pigs in the old Zhou's house, they are fat and strong."

"I don't know when to kill the pig, I have to wait for the time to pass."

"If you don't want to walk, you can just get on a bullock cart and wander around."

"The little wind in the morning is very comfortable."

"..."

The morning market in Buffalo Town has been very popular within a few days since it opened. There are not many aborigines in the town. This popularity is driven by tourists and the day laborers of the old Zhou family on the one hand, and on the other hand, mainly from the Yongqing side. resident.

In the past few days, many people from Yongqing have come to visit the morning market here, some are purely for fun, some are for grocery shopping, and there are also many restaurant stalls for shopping.

This morning market has had the greatest impact on Dawan Village so far, the breakfast sellers in the village, and their business is much better than before.

The business of selling vegetables has not been affected much. Although the vegetables in Dawan Village are more expensive than other villages, after so many years of accumulation, there are still many repeat customers. Eat safe food.

Wu Dongmei's newly opened stall selling Zamian steamed buns is also doing a good job. Their shop is mainly aimed at the local market, and they don't have it on the Internet at all. Anyway, they can't compete with the old Zhou's Zamian steamed buns.

The Zamian steamed buns in their house are indeed cheaper than those in the old Zhou’s house, but those urbanites who shop online, since they are willing to spend the courier fee to shop online, generally don’t care about the price difference of [-] cents or [-] cents. Pick a good buy.

In their local area, there is still a certain market for Wu Dongmei's Zamian steamed buns.Although the vast majority of netizens say that Lao Zhou's Zamian steamed buns are affordable, in fact, for their locals, this price is not particularly affordable.

Old Zhou’s Zamian steamed buns sell for one yuan each. They are not small, but not too big. A family of three or four can eat only Lao Zhou’s Zamian steamed buns for five or six yuan. , if this is the rice cooked by myself, it won't cost three yuan.

Wu Dongmei’s Zamian steamed buns also sell for one yuan each, but the size is much larger than that of Lao Zhou’s, and the taste is not bad, and the mouth is not good enough, basically you can’t eat her Zamian steamed buns What's the difference with the old Zhou's.

At around 05:30 in the morning, a lot of stalls had already been set up on this asphalt road. By around [-]:[-], basically all the stalls that should have been out had come out.

A bullock cart came slowly from the direction of Buffalo Town, and when the cart reached the flat land in front of Niuwangzhuang, all the guests who were supposed to get off had already got off the cart.The drivers unloaded the ox carts there. It is said that Lao Zhou originally planned to give the entire parking lot to his Niuwangzhuang, but now it has become the stronghold of these ox carts. Lao Zhou didn't say anything, Just let them use it.

"Okay, go eat grass by yourself." After unloading the car, the driver patted the back of his big buffalo.

"Pfft." The buffalo snorted, flicked its tail, and headed to Niuwang Pond. By the pool, there were already three or four buffaloes grazing and drinking there.

"Old Li, what do you want to eat today?" From a distance, villagers who sell breakfast greeted him. These old drivers in the town are familiar with people in these villages.

"Anyway, I don't eat wontons." The driver named Lao Li said with a smile.

"I guess you can't either." The stall owner who bought wontons was also smiling. There were not many people in the morning market at this time, and his stall was set up, so it was relatively leisurely at the moment.

"Give me two Zamian steamed buns." While speaking, Lao Li also walked to the front of Wu Dongmei's stall.

"Okay." Luo Qihua yelled exaggeratedly, opened his own steamer, and brought him two steaming steamed buns.

Those who are new to business are generally a little uncertain about the rhythm and strength, either they can't let go, or they are too hard. Luo Qihua belongs to the latter. Every time he yells, the nearby stall owners and customers want to laugh, but the smile goes away. Lol, but it doesn't affect business.

The driver took the two mixed-face steamed buns, handed over two yuan, and then went to Niuwangchi with a small bag that he took from the car.He eats one of these two steamed buns, takes the other back and gives it to his wife and mother, and they can eat one together.

Inside his bag was a lunch box, which was used by his daughter when she was in college. A child from a poor family was reluctant to throw away everything after graduation, so she brought it back in a box. Her dad is using it now. Every morning before going out, put some hot porridge and pickles in the lunch box, and buy some steamed buns when I come out, it’s a hot meal.

"Old Li, come, sit here." There were already people beside Niuwangchi.

"Why are you so early?" Lao Li said and passed.

"My neighbor, whose child is full moon today, said he wanted to buy pork from Luo Hanliang's family, and woke me up early in the morning." The man said, and handed Lao Li a deep-fried dough stick: "I have to say no. Excuse me, I also bought me a breakfast, here, I will give you a deep-fried dough stick to eat."

"No, no, you can eat."

"You are welcome, eat."

"I have salted duck eggs here, do you want to eat them?"

"I'm too full today, let's try another day."

"Okay, I'll bring you two some other day. The ducks we raise at home and the duck eggs we pickle are different from those outside."

"Those ducks in your family are well-raised."

"You don't need to worry about it. Let it out in the morning and come back in the evening. You can feed it once a day at most."

"The backyard of your house is big, there is land to grow, and it's close to the stream, which is convenient."

"..."

The two chatted and ate breakfast while their buffalo wagged its tail and chewed the grass.

"Can your ox cart go away?" Around [-]:[-], a few young people stood opposite Niuwangchi and shouted. They seemed to be part-time workers of the old Zhou's family. They had eaten their first breakfast. Getting ready to go out and let the wind go.

"Where are you going?" Lao Li asked.

"Go to the Cultural Square." They are going to the Cultural Square today to watch people practice martial arts.

"Go to the Cultural Square, you can go, I have to send my neighbor back later, it's all agreed." Lao Li's friend said.

"Okay, then I'll go first." Lao Li said, putting away the lunch box, eggshells and so on, and taking it back to pour his own fermentation tank in a while. The backyard of their house is quite large, except for the cowshed. In the duck pen, a small vegetable plot was also planted. According to his daughter, egg shells are quite good for fermenting fertilizer.

"Let's go." The driver yelled, and his big buffalo came over wagging its tail, chewing the mouthful of green grass while walking.