I became an internet celebrity by running a grocery store

"Guangming Town is here, Guangming Town." Following the conductor's yell, the car slowly stopped on the side of the road.

When the car stopped safely, Zhang Xiaobei stood up, pulled the luggage, and lifted the heavy travel bag up the back, and followed the crowd out of the car.

The township buses are a bit old, filled with the unpleasant smell of gasoline and lingering smoke, almost suffocating Zhang Xiaobei.

Suppressing his nausea, he quickened his pace and stopped two hundred meters away from the bus, finally getting away from the turbid air.He opened his mouth to take a big breath of fresh air, let the breeze pour into his mouth and nose, and the faint feeling of vomiting was gradually suppressed.

Zhang Xiaobei doesn't feel motion sickness, it's because the small passenger cars in this town smell too much.Coupled with the hot weather, the smell is fermented under the transpiration of the heat, wantonly encroaching on people's sense of smell.

When he felt better, he tugged at the T-shirt that was sticking to his body and stained with the smell of gasoline from the car, and continued to move forward resignedly.

"Porridge, mung bean soup."

There was a shout from the side, this is a simple and somewhat shabby stall.There is only one pedal tricycle with several slender stainless steel buckets on it.The proprietress was wearing short-sleeved cotton shorts, a small satchel on her waist, and a big cattail fan in her hand, sitting lazily on a plastic bench beside her.

The weather in July is not only high in temperature, but also the big sun hangs in the sky and scorches the earth without hesitation.Zhang Xiaobei ran all the way, didn't drink much water at all in order to save trouble, and it was a good time to encounter this "mung bean soup", so he walked over immediately.

Auntie has sharp eyes, and before Zhang Xiaobei came to him, she swiftly opened all the covers and introduced him warmly.

"Young man, what do you want to drink? I have mung bean soup and rice porridge."

As he spoke, he picked up the bowl and spoon beside him, and looked at him expectantly, making Zhang Xiaobei a little embarrassed not to order.

"A bowl of mung bean soup, I want it iced."

After speaking, he pulled the suitcase and sat on a small bench beside him. Just as he sat firmly, the proprietress came over with mung bean soup.A large bowl with a small hole on one side, covered with a transparent plastic bag.At this moment, it is full of light green soup, and it feels like it will overflow at any time.

The countryside is really real, Zhang Xiaobei sighed in his heart.

He bent down, moved his mouth to the edge of the bowl and took a few mouthfuls. The mung bean soup sank visibly to the naked eye, and then he picked up the bowl and swallowed it with confidence.

I don't know if the mung beans were crushed in advance, or because they were cooked for too long.All of them exploded at the bottom of the bowl, and small flowers bloomed, which were very beautiful.The feeling of drinking in the mouth is also rustling, the mung bean flavor is very strong, very refreshing.

Especially in today's sweltering weather, after eating a bowl, the hotness in my body will be quickly expelled, and my mood will suddenly become clearer.

"Young man, you are not from us." Seeing that he had finished eating, the proprietress asked him in Mandarin with a little local accent.

"It's a local."

After hearing this, the proprietress gave a surprised 'Hey Yo', and then sighed: "Where are you from us, you look so fair and clean, just like a child in the city."

Zhang Xiaobei smiled shyly, not knowing how to answer.He is not good at meeting people, especially strangers.For such an enthusiastic proprietress, he was a little overwhelmed for a while, but he replied politely.

"Nanlin Village."

Hearing that it was Nanlin Village, the smile on the landlady's face heated up a bit.

"Nanlin Village, there is a little daughter-in-law in my village who also belongs to you." He said, looking at the big box on Zhang Xiaobei's side, "You are going to go home now, not working in the city."

Zhang Xiaobei nodded, he didn't want to talk too much, he just wanted to leave quickly, he got up and asked the proprietress to pay the bill.

But the proprietress was still chattering, enthusiastically talking to Zhang Xiaobei about the way to Nanlin Village, "Young man, you have big bags and small bags, why don't you go to the front and call Bengbeng, it's more expensive and saves trouble."

"Bengbeng?" Zhang Xiaobei became interested when he heard this. He really didn't want to make any more fuss on such a hot day, so he asked where the proprietress could sit.

The proprietress pointed her hand, and saw several covered tricycles parked at the intersection ahead.

After Zhang Xiaobei thanked the proprietress, he pulled the box and walked straight towards Bengbeng.

The tricycle was driving on the village road, and the breeze blew the bangs on his forehead, sweeping away the unpleasant smell from the official car that was still on his body.Looking at the increasingly familiar scene on the side of the road, Zhang Xiaobei has never felt such a sense of security in his heart.

"Young man, you are from Nanlin Village, why are you back now?"

"Something happened."

The uncle didn't stop talking because of Zhang Xiaobei's indifference, and started talking on his own.

"It's better to be in the city, the salary is high. In the village, you can only farm the land, and you can't make much money. You can't make much money all year round. Both my sons work in the city and can earn a month. 6, 7000."

When the uncle said this, his tone was full of pride, but also a little regretful.

"If it weren't for my poor health and I couldn't stand the toss, I would also go to the city. You have to fight when you are young, and you don't dare to be afraid of hardship or tiredness."

Zhang Xiaobei smiled and said nothing, he respected the uncle's point of view, and he didn't bother arguing about who was right and who was wrong, he could only say that everyone has their own ambitions.

Some people's dream is money and power, and they will fight for it all their lives; but some people only want stability, enough to eat and drink, and Zhang Xiaobei is one of them.

Growing up in the city, he has long been tired of the fast-paced life there.He followed the routine every day, three points and one line, which gradually made him unable to find the meaning of life.He felt that he was like a code that had been set long ago, running like a machine every day, never stopping.Until I get old, become dull, lose value and be ruthlessly abandoned.

Every time he thought of this, Zhang Xiaobei would break into a cold sweat.

So ever since his father passed away, Zhang Xiaobei had the idea of ​​fleeing the city.Anyway, the mother had already started her own family and had a new child, and he had become insignificant.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the letter that his grandfather left him before he died. If he feels tired, he can come back anytime. The family has a house and a field, so he can always live.

After Zhang Xiaobei got the property left by his father, he handed over the house in the city to the intermediary, packed his bags and returned to his hometown quickly.

Zhang Xiaobei's impression of his hometown Nanlin Village is already very vague.I just remember that my parents would take me back every winter and summer vacation when I was a child. Those were the few happy times when I was a child.

In summer, I follow my friends to catch grasshoppers in the grass, and then find an open space to build a small fire, and put the grasshoppers on the fire to roast.No seasoning is added, and it is burnt and burnt. It is an exclusive summer snack.

Snowball fights and skating in winter, a group of children are carefree, and any winter homework has long been forgotten.

Later, my parents divorced, and my father was busy with work. He would only take me back home during the Chinese New Year, and he only stayed for a few days before leaving.When I get older, I can finally go back to my hometown alone. My grandfather passed away within a few times, and he doesn't want to go back again.

"Okay, here we are." Uncle's words pulled Zhang Xiaobei back from his thoughts.

He got out of the car to pay, dragged the suitcase and walked inside following the memory.

Compared with the rapid development of the county, the small village of Nanlin Village seemed to be forgotten by everyone and stagnated.

He walked to the old house, looked at the familiar door, his throat choked, and the memory of the old house and grandma came into his mind instantly.

He stepped forward to take out the key and pushed open the heavy wooden door.The wooden door made a heavy 'hoarse' sound, and the dust accumulated on the door frame began to rustle down.

"Cough cough." Zhang Xiaobei coughed twice, choked by the dust, raised his hand to slap the flying dust in front of his eyes, dragged the box to cover his mouth, and quickly crossed the low threshold.

The small courtyard is still the same, and the kitchen is on the left side of the entrance.When he was young, he still burned firewood, but now he has replaced it with a gas stove, but the big iron pot has never changed.The old man is used to eating firewood rice, and always feels that the food made by burning wood is delicious, even if he has gas, he seldom uses it.

On the right is the grocery store, which is also Grandpa's canteen.

When I was young, I didn't have this at home. It was opened by my grandfather after my grandmother passed away.Xu felt that living alone in the yard was lonely, so he opened a small shop to pass the time.

The commissary is only 20 square meters in size, and you can see its whole picture at a glance.A few dilapidated cabinets inside act as shelves, and there are several folded cardboard boxes piled up on the ground.

There are a lot of things piled up on the shelves. Compared with the dazzling variety of products of various brands in the supermarket, this place is much "simple".

There are only some common daily necessities and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and the variety is extremely single.

There is a square window, a long wooden table, and an old-fashioned armchair in the canteen on the wall next to the main road outside. Grandpa probably sells there on weekdays.

Zhang Xiaobei put down the box and turned around curiously, hoping to find a trace of his grandfather's breath here.

But in the corner of the container, I found a few bags of Dayuzhu instant noodles. I always liked to eat this when I was a child, but now it is rare.He picked up a bag curiously and looked at the date, and saw that there was still half a year left.

It's still edible, he thought.

He carefully wiped off the dust on it, and crushed the instant noodles inside through the bag.Then unpack the package, take out the seasoning packet and sprinkle it in the instant noodles at will.Finally, hold the mouth of the bag tightly, shake it up and down a few times, so that the seasoning packet and instant noodles are fully mixed.

Hearing the crisp 'click' sound when the instant noodles collided, Zhang Xiaobei felt joyful.It seems to go back to the scene when I shared a pack of instant noodles with my friends when I was a child.

Now no one is 'robbing' him, this bag is all his.Zhang Xiaobei didn't bother to eat bit by bit with his hands, he just took the bag and poured it into his mouth, and chewed it, feeling very happy in his heart.

"From now on, this canteen will be mine." Zhang Xiaobei whispered, feeling extremely happy.

"Heard the host's call, may I ask if you want to inherit the commissary?"

As soon as Zhang Xiaobei finished speaking, he heard a mechanical sound coming from his ear.

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