Whose house does the moon fall

The "buzzing" drone spread its tentacles like a spider and flew towards a large web, but it didn't seem interested in the web, it just skimmed over the edge of the web and flew towards the park behind - Dong Tianyan When it's red, it's the busiest there.Except for those who want to cook three meals a day, no one will be interested in the "Dongmao Vegetable Market" under this big network.

Lao Jiang, the administrator of "Dongmao", said that different people have different fates. Some people retire to play drone destroyer models in the park or dance and whip whips, while others will work in "Dongmao" for more than ten or twenty years.

Lao Jiang watched the black drone and spit out smoke rings into the sky. The wrinkles on his fat face stopped and stretched, staring until there was only a black spot left on the drone, and then spit out, "Flower Money to buy such a life-hanging thing." A mouthful of old phlegm made the passing aunt look disgusted, and whispered in the authentic Wuzhong dialect, "Nizhi." (Disgusting)

Lao Jiang didn't take it seriously, he smiled as if he was praised by others, touched his half-bald head, then raised his belly and pulled the belt, and walked into the market with a cigarette between his hands.

To say that the job of a market administrator is hard work is really hard, at least someone must be there from the opening of the market at [-] or [-] in the morning to the closing of the market at [-] in the evening.What vegetable stalls were exposed for using fake scales, pork stalls fought for business, and dry goods stalls were short of catties and ducks were dead... As an important platform for docking "three-agricultural", guaranteeing people's livelihood and absorbing re-employment, the old Jiang has a heavy responsibility, and under his rule, he is not allowed to "make things too big" and "I can't help if you have to provoke the city management." Therefore, people call him "Director Jiang" when they ask him to take some responsibility.

In a word, in front of the urban management, Lao Jiang is the talker of "Dongmao".The veteran has been here for more than 20 years, and he speaks with weight and spits with confidence.Lao Jiang looked through the large glass window at this market that he was so familiar with. While smoking leisurely, he noticed the changes of today: the vegetable section B07 stall, the little Hu with thick fluff around his lips did not come today, Her husband was busy there alone; the skinny old man at the rice noodle, grain and oil shop smiled and laughed at his mobile phone again, and his sloppy wife just brought two barrels of oil to the guests, and she was staring at her husband viciously. He gave four-figure rewards to other anchors; the small money in the seafood section was not learned from his father, and he subbed black bags containing only some dead shrimps to deceive people...

There is nothing new under the sun.Today's changes are nothing but the evolution of the day before yesterday and the day before yesterday, and they are just regular noises that appear irregularly in ordinary life.Lao Jiang checked the time, and it was 10 minutes away from the scheduled nine o'clock.He walked to the door of the duty room with a cigarette in his mouth. The smoke made his yellow teeth gritted and his eyes narrowed. They lit up when he saw the fresh fish section at the end of the market—today, Chen Jiangsheng was the chief surgeon of "Chen Family Fresh Fish".

When Chen Jiangsheng's mother and daughter first appeared in front of Lao Jiang to go through the formalities, one was depressed and the other was in shock, because Lao Jiang's first question was, "Your 'Jiangsheng' is a general who will be born? Or a general?" The one born will live?"

The similar slender oval faces of the mother and daughter showed a strange look at the same time. Later, Chen Jiangsheng said, "It means that you will be born."

Hey, it's very interesting.You have been born for 20 years, the family chose this name because you are afraid that you will not be able to raise it?At that time, Lao Jiang felt that Chen Jiangsheng did not seem to be running a fish shop - he had been immersed in "Dongmao" for [-] years, who has been in business for a long time?Who is not practical?Anyone who is born with a meat knife can be identified by a pair of old eyes. He has a professional sense of smell through his observation.

With Chen Jiangsheng's swollen eyes, slender face, slender nose, and pale complexion, Lao Jiang felt that she was suitable for selling sugarcane dragon fruit.Chen Jiangsheng's complexion and appearance are considered clean, and he really doesn't have the energy to scrape his scales.

The first day of Chen Jiangsheng's fish shop opened earlier than Lao Jiang's. It is said that her shop became lively at 04:30.Unlike some stores that install red lights to modify the color of the meat, Chen Jiangsheng has an LED light on his head, the white light is soft, and it heats up the top of her tied head.Hair strands shot out under the light, and then trembled with the big kitchen knife in Chen Jiangsheng's hand.

Lao Jiang also felt from that day on that his old eyes had misjudged the person: Chen Jiangsheng was a good hand at killing fish.

Veteran fish sellers look down on the long and narrow Japanese knives, but use a kitchen knife to roam the rivers and lakes.Hold down the freshwater fish's head with one hand, and slap the back of the knife hard, and the fish faints.If you take two shots, it may be because the fish killer was careless and inattentive.There is no other reason to take three or five shots, that is a proper novice.

Chen Jiangsheng is quite skilled and ruthless.The handle of the knife seemed to be stuck in her palm, the back buckle of the knife knocked the fish unconscious, and with a flick of the wrist, she scraped the fish scales upside down, the tumbling blue, white, gray and black fish scales scrambling to roll out against the blade.Then deflect the wrist, open the belly, pick out the internal organs and spread them aside, and finally raise the knife to the fish head, and use the tail of the knife on both sides to quickly insert and take out the gills of the fish.In just a few tens of seconds, the fish never woke up again. It was rinsed with "squeaky" water and then thrown to her mother for packaging.

Lao Jiang seemed to enjoy a wonderful skill show, but the actor herself was not interested in making a good sale. She ignored Lao Jiang and continued to work as usual with slightly swollen eyeballs to pick up another fish.

Coughing, Lao Jiang held back a mouthful of old phlegm, and asked Chen Jiangsheng, "Can't you tell, how long have you been doing this?"

"Two years." Chen Jiangsheng answered briefly, and raised his eyelids to see that Lao Jiang was not convinced, "In Yonghui."

"Oh, that's no wonder." The essence of getting started at work is that you need a lot of practice. Ordinary people start to go on the road after a few months of training in the fish killing room of the supermarket, and they are indeed proficient if they can stay for two years.

However, Chen Jiangsheng's killing of fish gave him a little girly taste. Lao Jiang is a rough man, but he still likes to see Chen Jiangsheng's skillful and calm.In the past, the owner of the stall in this fish shop was a 1.6-meter-tall short and thin man who couldn't hold a knife since he got diabetes.Even when he was able to hold the knife, he killed the fish with great force and brutality. When he hooked his shoulders and smashed the head of the fish, he seemed to have encountered an enemy of eight lifetimes.So since he hung up the insulin pump, the vegetable and fruit sellers in "Dongmao" said it was the retribution of killing too many animals.

While waiting for someone, Lao Jiang walked towards the fresh fish area with his hands behind his back, biting his cigarette, and came to the door of Chen Jiangsheng’s store. The bubble skewers are floating and sinking, and the bream, grass carp, and bass are strong and strong. It is not artificially stimulated by drugs.Looking at the fish shop next door who rolled his eyes, several fish were lying listlessly on the bottom of the pond, looking like they had suffered from saprolegniasis.

Chen Jiangsheng didn't show up for a week, and asked her mother, saying that he was going back to his hometown to set up a homestead.

Now that she is back, facing the buyers waiting in line for fish, she is wearing a blue waterproof apron with thickened tendons, and stepping on a pair of bright white rain boots to kill fish in a smooth manner.Although there was a little fish blood on the uppers of the shoes, according to the habit she developed in the fish killing room of the supermarket, it would be washed off in half a day.Besides, Chen Jiangsheng lacked the bright red color to set it off.

"Are you back?" Lao Jiang took out the cigarette from his mouth with two fingers, and asked him with concern about the tenant who killed the best fish under his management.

"Yes." Chen Jiangsheng was rarely polite, but her mother, Aunt Pan, was enthusiastic. She was still packing fish inside, so she put down her work and came out to say hello to Lao Jiang.

"You are busy." Lao Jiang nodded, suddenly felt that the rude words were too abrupt, "I am bored waiting for someone, and the shop in Xitou is rented out."

Chen Jiangsheng and Aunt Pan looked at the old store at the west end with the rolling shutters pulled down and the door hanging crookedly—"Dongmao" also has Feng Shui, and that evil door, even in the most prosperous farmers' market In the past few years, they also opened a family: Harbin sauce big bone in the north, rice rolls in the south, chaoshou in the west, and wonton in the east, all of which closed within half a year after opening.

It’s okay to just close down. This store also caused the tenant 20 years ago to get lung cancer, the tenant 15 years ago had a fire in his house, and the tenant 13 years ago collapsed directly in the store. No way... As for the seafood sellers who recently encountered the epidemic, they returned to their stalls after being closed for two months in their hometown. After catching up with the news that "frozen hairtail fish carries the new crown virus", their business plummeted and they were closed for three months. up.

These days, it is not only the vegetable market that connects with the "Sannong", attracts employment and protects people's livelihood, but also blue and yellow, 30-[-]-year-old boys with kangaroos and big mouths printed on their vests roaring around on electric vehicles. However, there are all kinds of vegetables, fruits, seafood and meat in the trunk that are neatly packaged and attractive in appearance, and some of them are cheaper than the vegetable market.

The vegetable market attracts mostly middle-aged and elderly people. Adhering to the old concept of "freshness and cheapness" and "seeing is believing", they come to the market at [-]:[-] every morning or go to the evening market at [-]:[-] p.m. to buy some fresh food. The ingredients go home.Southerners pay attention to affordable shopping, and have never tasted the length of winter in the north and the extreme experience of Wuhan’s closure of the city for several days. They all love two tomatoes, two yams, half a piece of old tofu, and ask the boss for a small handful onion.Most of the demand is piecemeal like this, and the business of "Dongmao" is not dead or alive.

Every day, people are tempted to go back to their hometown, change careers, and sublet the storefront... It is rare for a storefront to be rented out, which makes people here wonder, "What do you do?"

"Selling rice cakes and tofu." When Lao Jiang replied, there was still a hint of guilt in his eyes for deceiving people to go ashore. He touched his head, "Hey, it's not easy to do anything these days."

"Director Jiang, someone is looking for you." Uncle Zhao, the cleaner at the farmer's market, shouted from a distance, and there was a graceful person standing beside him.

Lao Jiang was taken aback, and subconsciously looked down at the phone, "58:[-]." It should be right, but it doesn't look like it.

He shouted at that person from afar, "Is it Miss He Qianghe?"

The man nodded, and Lao Jiang opened his eyes wide and walked towards the duty room.At this time, there was a sound of "Ah" from behind him. Chen Jiangsheng, who is good at killing fish, raised his bloody hand under the attention of the guests, and then came the voice of her mother, Aunt Pan, "How did you cut it?"

Lao Jiang turned his head and found that Chen Jiangsheng was stunned, his fingers were dripping with fish blood or human blood, but his swollen eyes had regained energy, and she was looking at him in surprise.

"I didn't cause you to cut your hand." Lao Jiang thought to himself, but still commanded, "Is there any iodine? I have it over there. Wash the wound quickly, and I'll get it." He felt that something was wrong with Chen Jiangsheng. It seems to be looking at myself, and it seems to be floating into the distance.

Lao Jiang turned his head and looked at the new tenant who made an appointment at nine o'clock. He looked at the other party while walking, "Hey." Looking at his face, Lao Jiang's experience of more than [-] years told him that this woman is definitely not a rice cake tofu seller.

When he got closer, Lao Jiang shook his head in his heart, "It's strange, I can't figure out what it is for sale."

He Qiang just asked someone to say hello to the management office, and had contact with Lao Jiang on WeChat several times.Lao Jiang had already seen her clearly, and he had seen her eight times, and a thought came to his mind, "Whatever she sells, this store can't go down easily."

The author has something to say:

I don’t know when the epidemic isolation will be the leader. I miss the days of shopping in the vegetable market. When I was writing Gubai, I suddenly wanted to jump in the line to write this little brain hole I had a long time ago.