Reborn Petty Citizen

Zhang's mother's buns are filled with salty and sweet meat, with the unique fragrance of fried garlic and green onion.The skin is just right, fried crispy and fragrant, with a few popped sesame seeds on the skin, bite into it - it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.The jelly made from the meat skin is cut into small pieces, and two small pieces are pressed into each bun. Once it is melted by the heat, a thick and sticky sweet soup is rolled out with the firm and elastic filling, and it is reluctant to pour it into the mouth. Swallowing it, swallowing it into the throat and warming the limbs and bones, it makes people feel that no matter how much they eat, it is not enough!

The meat bun is bigger than a child's fist, white and tender in appearance, but when turned over, it has a crispy, burnt-yellow bottom.It is packed in a plastic bag, and those who like it can add a spoonful of vinegar for [-] cents each.

This is the same price as the big meat buns sold at the stall next to it, but the size is much smaller. People who first came to ask the price were a little hesitant.People who can eat two big meat buns will need to eat at least four fried buns to be full, and those who are more limited will naturally feel that it is not worthwhile.

Zhang Ze was not in a hurry, he suppressed his mother's desire to reduce the price to one yuan, five or four, and concentrated on frying one pot after another.After a while, the people who were lured by the fragrance finally came to eat crabs, and bought two for one yuan to take away.

Zhang's mother happily put it on for others, and the customer probably felt a little heartbroken when he took the steamed stuffed bun. He looked back and compared the size for a long time before he took a bite - just this one bite, he stopped in his tracks.

The scent that lingers in my mind is so strong and unscientific!He took a bite of the big stuffing, and the small buns were real, he chewed hurriedly without swallowing them, and stood in front of the booth again from a distance in a few breaths, with a loud voice: "Give me another three yuan! "Such delicious steamed stuffed buns should be taken home for my wife and children to taste too!

It is rare to see a generous person who spends four yuan on a breakfast. His gestures arouse the interest of other guests who are still hesitating. Want to join in the excitement of the new booth.

Zhangjia’s steamed stuffed buns have thin skins and generous fillings, and the ingredients are generous. You can feel the sincerity in them after one bite.

In the two hours from six o'clock to eight o'clock, all the noodles and minced meat that Zhang's mother made early in the morning were sold out.She couldn't help regretting that she was too timid to prepare too little. Looking at the weather, ordinary people can sell breakfast at least until ten o'clock, and she knew how much she should prepare tomorrow.

There is a vegetable market behind her. Zhang’s mother went in and weighed [-] catties of meat after collecting the stall, and then bought some seasonal vegetables and seasonings at the stalls set up by farmers outside the vegetable market, and led Zhang Ze to ride home happily rush.

The bag at her waist was bulging, she almost couldn't wait to park the car, and then dragged the busy Zhang Ze upstairs.

Zhang’s father had already woken up to heat up the porridge she cooked and put there. As soon as Zhang’s mother came in, she opened the bag quite conspicuously and dumped the banknotes and steel coins on the dining table—the bells were clanging, almost all of them were scattered coins, Stack a small mountain bun on the table.

Father Zhang swallowed a mouthful of porridge and neither spit nor spit it out, his eyes widened: "What is this?"

"Open business!" Zhang's mother carefully sorted the banknotes by denomination, counted the coins to one side, and then became extremely excited: "130 five! Did you see it? 130 five!"

Father Zhang didn't eat the porridge anymore, he turned over the pile of money in disbelief, and counted it again, his expression became more and more dull: "...why... how come there are so many...?"

"Tell you not to do business with me!" Zhang's mother let go of the pent-up anger, snorted heavily at Zhang's father, and went back to the room with the pile of money.

Zhang Ze shook his head helplessly, there was nothing he could do about the parents, but Zhang's father sat with his chopsticks thoughtfully for a long time before finishing his bowl of porridge silently.

When we left the stall the next day, Zhang’s father appeared beside the tricycle silently. Zhang’s mother wanted to stab him when she got down with the washbasin, but Zhang Ze, who saw the signs, pulled him off. After thinking about it, he still didn’t Be quick with your tongue.

Zhang’s father wanted to make amends and rushed to ride a bicycle. The strength of a man is incomparable to that of a woman. The tricycle that Zhang’s mother was riding with great difficulty became as obedient as a little sheep under Zhang’s father’s feet. The street vendors who had seen Zhang's mother's business one day were quite impressed and came to say hello.

Zhang's mother was also very polite, and Zhang Ze specially asked Zhang Ze to distribute the first batch of pan-fried buns to other people. In this way, the relationship between people who had never met before became more harmonious.

Except for the one that sells egg pancakes not far away.

"..." Zhang Ze looked at the cold pan-fried bun that was sent back speechlessly. This family is really interesting. If you don't want it, just refuse it?But after accepting it, they have to put it in a cool place and then send it back with a very high attitude. Is it to make Zhang's family feel unfriendly and lose a bun?Do you want to be so childish?

It's not that Zhang Ze's mind is gloomy, the hostess of the egg pancake stall's malicious eyes are almost condensed into reality, if possible, Zhang Ze has no doubt that she will jump up and bite his family in the next second, it's just... Why bother?

Zhang's mother's fried bun business has nothing to do with her egg cakes. Even if she is angry, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop next door should be angry. How can he affect the business by making egg cakes?

Vendors selling twisted twisted dough sticks and twisted dough sticks reciprocated their own twisted twisted twisted dough sticks and fried dough sticks that had just been baked. The women sat around the boiler and chatted a few gossips in their rare leisure time. Pointed: "Don't provoke this family, it's all like this, she will toss whoever has a good business like this, wishing that she can earn all the money in the world to be happy."

Zhang's mother has come into contact with many such people, but until now she still can't understand their psychology, so she sighed helplessly when she heard the words: "They all belong to the poor people, why are they still making things difficult for each other, I really can't explain..."

The proprietress of the deep-fried dough sticks shop quickly said: "You guessed it wrong. They are different from us. They don't specialize in business. The proprietress does this, but her husband is different. He works in the leather factory next door. Just come to help every morning."

Zhang's mother glanced over there, and happened to meet the frowning gaze of the owner of the egg pancake stall, and hurriedly looked away to stir the meat stuffing.

On this day, due to adequate preparations and sufficient raw materials, Zhang Ze’s family did not close the stall until 10:30. Zhang’s father and Zhang’s mother were responsible for frying and making buns, while Zhang Ze concentrated on collecting money. After division of labor and cooperation, the income was two of the previous day. times more.

Zhang's father was completely amazed. He originally wanted to go to the construction site to find a job of pulling sand or moving bricks, but he seemed to have forgotten it since that day, and never mentioned it again.

%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%” %%%%%% September is approaching, the scorching heat of midsummer is still there, and Zhang Ze is about to start school.

He has been studying materials since he was a child. In fact, he can be regarded as a kind of high-scoring and low-energy. Before rebirth, he graduated from Huaixing No. [-] Middle School.

Huaixing City is the capital of Chengjiang Province, and Huaixing No. [-] Middle School is one of the best high schools in Chengjiang Province. If you don’t have enough excellent grades to get in, you have to show your skills. Money and power are the same, and the problem is not question.

As a result, besides the top students with excellent character and learning, most of the students in the school are the second-generation rich and second-generation officials. Of course, most people come in through their own strength, even the second-generation officials and second-generation rich have more resources. Most of them will only be better than ordinary people's children.In his previous life, it was in this high school that Zhang Ze met the "good brother" who influenced his life - Du Xingzhi.

Therefore, in addition to looking forward to going to school, he also hides a fear that he doesn't even know clearly.If possible, he thought he might choose to go to another high school, but Huaixing No. [-] Middle School has the best enrollment rate in the city, and as he got older, he also understood that going to a prestigious school is not just about the strength of the teachers. ——The students in this school are either rich or expensive. Even if they don't have a family background, the future of the top students is bound to be limitless. The value of a prestigious school lies in its excellent connections.

After living a new life, Zhang Ze will never live his whole life like a cowardly person like before. If he encounters difficulties and only thinks about being a turtle, then he will never even think about achieving anything in his life.

On August [-]th, he went to Huaixing No. [-] Middle School to report with his tuition fee and notice.

Zhang Ti tugged on Zhang Ze's sleeve, looking a little cowering, a "luxury car" parked at the gate of Huaixing No. She had never seen such wealth, and in such an environment, she felt like an ugly duckling.

Zhang Ze patted her on the head, glanced at the school gate, and teased her pretending to be disdainful: "These cars are so rustic, and in a few years you will know how fast fashion will be eliminated. I will give you money then You don't want to drive this kind of car." It's not that he can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour, how many good-looking cars are there in this era?It is square and square, with rigid lines, and even the paint surface is not as round and clear as the later generations. The interior of the car can be seen at a glance from the outside. The accessories inside seem strange to Zhang Ti, but to Zhang Ze, who has seen a lot of new designs, there is no doubt Too far behind aesthetics.

Maybe it was because he was too confident in what he said, but Zhang Ti also felt a feeling of "nothing to envy", and his back gradually straightened up, and he unknowingly let go of Zhang Zeyi's hand that was timidly holding him.

They passed the snow-white Mercedes-Benz gold badge next to them and headed towards the security room without looking back. Behind them, the driver's window of the "square" and "rigid" Mercedes-Benz 560 slowly fell down. .

Du Xingzhi opened the car door with a complicated expression and got out of the car. The co-pilot's bad friend Lulu also jumped out like a monkey, grinning to his ears: "Ouch! Du Ge, that kid is crazy!"

Du Xingzhi slowly reached out and stroked his chin, squinting his eyes and staring at the back of the Zhang Ze siblings walking away with a strange expression.That person wasn't saying anything against his will, he could tell that this person was really disdainful of what he saw.

He couldn't help but want to laugh, combined with what this guy said, and recalling the faces of his so-called "well-informed" relatives, he felt an indescribable joy in his heart.So it was rare for him to pay more attention to strangers, and thus discovered a thing that was not easy to be ignored——

"That kid looks good."

Lu Lu was taken aback, recalling the appearance of Zhang Ze who had just passed by, and nodded unconsciously: "That's right, I thought I saw Guanyin just now..."

"Desecration of Buddhism." Du Xingzhi smiled lowly, but he was noncommittal to what the bad friend said. The blood-red cinnabar mole between the kid's eyebrows was indeed rare and beautiful.This person is quite interesting, with such fair skin, but he has a mole in such a strange position, and an inverted triangle hairline protrudes from his forehead, which is only a difference in clothes from the Guanyin statue enshrined in the altar.

Lu Lu supported the roof of the car, and looked at Fa Xiao with strange eyes.Du Xingzhi seldom expresses his views clearly on anything, and even the group of hair boys sometimes wonder if he has any other interests.This was the first time he saw this person commenting on strangers, and the content was too abnormal.

Just as he was hesitating whether to ask, there was a sound of cracking above his head, and a bunch of black car keys fell in an arc and fell straight in his direction.

Lu Lu quickly caught it: "Brother Du?"

"I don't want this car anymore." Du Xingzhi cast a heavy glance at his new birthday present, his eyes flashed with distaste, "If you like it, just take it and drive it, and you can pay for the fuel yourself."